Primus en Argentina 2010

La banda de Les Claypool se presentará por primera vez la Argentina el 3 de Diciembre de 2010 junto a Patton Zu Quartet en el Microestadio Malvinas Argentinas.

Cuenta regresiva #85 The Antipop

10/09/2010

Antipop es el sexto Ã¡lbum de estudio de Primus, editado el 19 de Octubre de 1999 antes del parate del 2000-2003. Fue el Ãºltimo disco con Bryan Mantia en la bata. Stewart Copeland produjo uno de los temas anticipando el trabajo que Les y Stewart realizarÃan en Oysterhead junto a Trey Anastasio. The Antipop es el track 5.

The Antipop

The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born and a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm.
I lay cradle bound a howlin' out my mind not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din
I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
As a young man, I plug into the tube, but the stench of all that pretense I cannot muddle through.
I lay on my back and scan the radio all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow.
I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go. I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow.
They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds.
Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop. I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.

Cuenta regresiva dÃa #86 "Hatts Off"

09/09/2010

Del gran Brown Album, el quinto disco de Primus, editado el 8 de Julio de 1997. El primer trabajo con Brain Mantia en la baterÃa.

Hats Off

When I was born, the doc he held me by my ankles
Smacked my red behind
They hosed me down, wrapped me like a bean burrito
Then marked the date and time

Hats off, to the ones that string the beads together
And keep the ducks in line
Hats off to all the ones that stood before me
And taught a fool to rhyme

At thirteen, I made myself a motion picture
Out of lumps of clay
At fourteen, I pulled some weeds and bought a four string
Taught myself to play
At seventeen, I'd get naked with a beauty queen
At the Hot Tub Zone
At nineteen, she was livin' hard and snortin' drugs
That decayed her bones

Hats off to the ones that put it all together
And keep their ducks in line
Hats off to all the ones that erred before me
And taught me how to survive