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joe aufricht - side b (mockery) كلمات أغنية

this is the mockery side. i said at the end of the tape on the other side that i make fun of people who deserve to be made fun of. well some people may actually not, i just wanna make fun of them. in many cases or most cases the reason i’m making a mockery of certain people it’s because i’m mad because they gave me the “you’re not one of us” trеatment and wouldn’t give me any social accеptance and accept me as one of them

see like for example when i don’t get accepted by the metal scene, the black metal scene in particular, i get p_ssed off. see many of the things i’ve done, uh, they say that i was making a mockery of them, like my rejuvination magazine. well i only have one thing to say about that: the more they p_ss me off by not accepting me and telling me i’m doing it the wrong way the more i want to do it that way. they should accept that, they should accept me the way i am like that. they should start doing it too. and even if i really am doing it wrong, it’s partly their fault because they didn’t take me aside and show me the way to be that way. to be, a stereotypical black metalhead. but as far as i’m concerned, when i look in the mirror i see a stereotypical black metal head. okay i don’t play guitar i’m not a vocalist and i’m not a drummer, but i still fit the stereotype perfectly, i am the type who would be. don’t ever say i’m not the type i d_mn well am the type. and as for those people who say oh you don’t look like the type to into fights, you don’t look tough. well i’m mr. bar room brawler. although, um, this is kind of outside of the black metal genre, i think that i do bear a slight resemblance, or rather a big resemblance, to lemmy of motorhead. lemmy could pass for black metal. when people don’t give me no social acceptance it’s like hey, i might as well pull my pants up to my chest and shake my hips. i ain’t get no social acceptance anyway, right?

[unintelligible]
ah ha ha ha ha ho
ah ho ho ho ho ho
ah ha ha ha ho ho ho
ho ho ho ho ho

[smart_ass sullivan]
_khh_ there was this one guy when i was in the 6th grade, his name was sullivan, i call him smart_ass sullivan, man with a name like that, you have to be a smart_ass. besides, they both begin with s. anyway, this guy who i call smart_ass sullivan one time i saw him on the playground talking to the dunham girls, all three of them, they were all sisters, all three of them. i wonder how he did it, i wish i knew his secret. i’ll bet he was having an _rg_sm while he was talking to all three of them. he was probably having multiple _rg_sms as he was talking to them

a_fart_t
a_f_ck_k
a_fooey on you
a_fooey
a_fooey
a_fooey on you

[motley crue poser sleezes]
i would not want to go into the poor neighborhoods, or certain poor neighborhoods of cleveland or anywhere else for that matter, because there’s a lot of motley crue poser sleases living down there. that’s motley crue poser sleaseville down there. i’ll mimic one of their songs, remember looks that k!ll?
now she’s bullet proof
she keeps her motor clean
and they leave me you
she’s a [?]
oh who cares about the right words to the songs? it’s more fun to sing the wrong words to the songs than it is to sing the right words to the songs. you get a reaction from other people
[singing the wrong words to the songs (what the world should do)]
i’ll sing an ozzy osbourne song with the wrong words to the song
got this crazy feeling i don’t understand
gotta get away from here
feeling like i should have kept my feet on the ground
waiting for the subway to appear
da na da na da
mama’s gonna worry
i’ve been a bad bad boy
no use saying sorry
it’s something that i enjoy
if you could see inside my head
you’d see that black and white is red
that crying head _thu thu_
that crying head
i can see through mountains watch the kids all around
i can even touch the sky
swallowing colors of the sound i hear
am i just a crazy guy you see
mama’s gonna worry
i been a bad bad boy
no use saying sorry
it’s something that i enjoy
that crying head
da na da na da
that crying head
da da na da
that crying head
now i’ll make fun of an elton john song
she’s got electric boots
a mo hazoo
you know i’d rather than a mego syee
oh woah
b_b_b_betty and the jacks
what the h_ll is a mecho_syee?

now i’ll make fun of an ac/dc song, dog eat dog
well it’s a dog eat dog
mmm mmm mmm
eat cat too
mmm mmm mmm
precious frog
mmm mmm mmm
lies with you
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm mmm
business man when you make a deal
do you know who you can trust
dun da da da
do you sign your life away
do you write your name in dust
hey hey hey hey hey
every dog has his day
mmm mmm mmm
it’s a doggy dog
mmm mmm mmm
dog eat dog
mmm mmm mmm
dog eat dog
mmm mmm mmm
read the news
mmm mmm mmm
some men win
mmm mmm mmm
some men lose
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm mmm
echoes once
and echoes twice
and echoes in between
aah mmm mmm mmm
after you win
you’re bound to lose
you’re satisfied again
a_hey hey hey hey hey
every dog has his day
mmm mmm mmm
it’s a dog eat dog
mmm mmm mmm
dog eat dog
mmm mmm mmm
down down down
doo doo doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
and it’s an eye for eye (mmm mmm mmm)
a tookah toot (mmm mmm mmm)
it’s alive (mmm mmm mmm)
that pursueth (mmm mmm mmm)
see the bad man on the street
looking for something sweet (mmm mmm mmm)
as a kind man asks his friend
what is it for me (hey hey hey, mmm mmm mmm)
every dog has his day (mmm mmm mmm)
it’s a dog eat dog (mmm mmm mmm)
dog eat dog
now i’m gonna sing honkey tonk women by the rolling stones
i met a gensons piroh queen in the village (gunk gunk gunk gum galoom gum)
she tried to take me upstairs for my rights (gunk gunk galoom galoom gum)
she had to beat me right across the shoulder (gunk gunk gagum gum galoom)
i just can’t seem to drink up my mind (na na na na na na)
it’s a honk a_na_nonkey tonk band (da dum da na na num)
gimme gimme gimme the honkey donk band (ba na na na na da ba nun nun nun)
later there’s more fighting no you’re timit (gunk gunk gunk gunk galum gunk)
i had to walk but out of some kind of a fight (gunk gunk galum galunk gunk)
later did she call on me and the rosie (gunk ga gum gum galum gum)
she blew my doors and later she blew my mind

and one time i thought they were saying the honkey chaught two

this next thing i’m going to do is dedicated to people who ride motorcycles:
riding them in the street (mmm mmm)
i think it’s gonna be dangerous
somebody once asked me when i was in 2nd grade and making that chant they said why is it gonna be dangerous? well i don’t know, my old man said so

a soldier is a moron
i’ll make a mockery of anyone all i want

[bow down and worship me/let me run your scene]
next one i’m gonna make fun of is kids with short haircuts that take theology, they wear their hair way up above their ear
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh ah
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh

they wear those hypocrisy haircuts. i’m talking about the ones cut above and around the ear. the reason i’m doing that is because one time some kid with a short haircut like i described was uh saying look at his gay smile but i thought he was a hypocrite. dumb catholic boy who uh, who’s a d_mn hypocrite because he had a gay haircut, but he’s saying about my gay smile. back when i went to school in the 70s junior high and high school, we made things in arts class or crafts class that they thought was, uhm that didn’t met their approval, they’d say uh those are little gay things, well i happen to like making little gay things

when that guy said look at his gay smile i figured i might as well do a gay dance and show his hypocrisy to him. one girl once wrote me and said that uh my magazine rejuvenation and what she called my own revised brand of satanism, she said it looked like i’m uh twisting satanism around and making a mockery of real satanists. well i only got one thing to say about that: those, all the satanists should accept me and go my way, cause my way is superior to all others, that’s the way they should be, they should all bow down and worship me. in fact all the scenes and all the cliques of the world should all bow down and worship me, mainstreamers too. they should let me run everything, they should let me run their scene, they should let me dictate how to do things, cause my way of how to have a good time on a weekend night is superior to theirs

i want people to bend to my will
i couldn’t be happy any other way

all those all_american jock boys playing basketball
play basketball
play basketball
this is a basketball team
yeah they deserve to be made fun of

this one time in the 11th grade, in graphic arts class where they let us a radio, this song sweet home alabama by lynyrd skynyrd came on and i was jumping up and down in the air and shaking my head around to it, and somebody said joe’s going wild, another guy said calm down joe. and uh finally this one guy walked past me to go to the bathroom and he uh he said on his way, why don’t you just knock it off before i break your face. why, i can only figure one thing about people um who uh, who uh act that way to me, and people who reject me and give me the silent treatment. i know, they’re jealous of me. they’re jealous! they’re jealous of my happiness, they see me being happy because they’re miserable, maybe because they were abused physically or s_xually all their life, and they want to seize my happiness away from me, they just wanna take it away from me, that’s it, they’re jealous! they’re jealous of me. but if they would let me show them the way, i could show them the way to happiness, but they, they love misery. they have a lot of f_ckin’ nerve complaining about their hard f_ckin’ life. is it hard for any of you to understand the um supposed contradiction of um, okay, wanting to be in with a certain crowd of people, wanting it so bad and yet at the same time being afraid to approach that ground, for fear of what might happen. you might get beat up, you might get punched, who knows, or you might just, they might just embarrass the f_ck out of you

[making fun of those who would not give me any social aceptance]
well, that’s the way it was when i first started getting into metal. i didn’t know one kind of metal from another, i sometimes ended up at poser shows, you know those people with the glamor haircuts like rod stewart. in fact one time i went to a, um, a hair styling place and i told them i wanted a metal haircut. by the time the lady got done with me, i ended up looking like rod stewart. how was i supposed to know, i had n0body to guide me. n0body to tell me joe if you want to be black metal you don’t go to a poser show or joe if you want to be mainstream metal you don’t go to a poser show. i had no guidance, and that’s their fault. that’s the fault of the people in the metal scene. i remember back when i was 23, it was like, since i couldn’t uh get in with the metal people, i figured i was gonna go out somewhere else in the world and find people who weren’t and mould them into one and create my own metal people. hard to believe but that’s what i thought at the time. i remember cruising around out late into the boonies late on friday and/or sat_rday night looking for runaway teenage girls and uh, so that i could uh listen to metal with them in my car while we cruised, and i remember uh cruising out into the boonies and going to small towns and feeling like my skeleton was gonna burst right out of my flesh and go running across the corn field in frustration. what was my frustration you ask? well, i went to the small towns cause i wanted to find a town full of people who would all be weaker than me and would look up to me as a person to, that they would both fear and respect and who would become their leader. i was entering the small towns as the big evil monster. but uh, my skeleton was ready to burst out of my flesh because i couldn’t gain any social acceptance from any group anywhere. yup, my early 20s was a very rough time. so was my mid_20s, and you wonder why i wanna go back and re_create my teen years. once i would do that then i wanna re_create my early 20s. you see, back then, i didn’t know how to make it in the nightclubs, how to succeed, you know, taking a piece of ass home. furthermore, i didn’t think of it that way. i looked at it like it was a place to get one of, get involved start up one of those storybook romances well i sure as f_ck know a h_ll of a lot better now. wrong place, now i know it’s head games, but i didn’t know back then because i didn’t have anyone to really explain it to me, and if they did i probably didn’t listen maybe because i felt that if i found the right place i could have it exactly as i wanted. the only lines, opening lines that is, you know introductions to get conversations started that i knew was stuff like haven’t i seen you somewhere before and, uh, would you like some of my popcorn? i can’t finish it. nope, i am not mocking myself, i’m talking about myself but see it isn’t my fault, there was n0body there to tell me certain things things. how can i know what you’re supposed to say what you’re supposed to do what you’re supposed to get interested in when everybody gives you the you’re not one of us treatment and the silent treatment and blows you off. it’s pretty difficult

one time there i kept complaining i wanted to be a burnout and i think somebody said or they would have said if they heard me say it i wanted to be a burnout they would have said well why don’t you go and get some drugs. well that’s pretty difficult when for a long time there i didn’t have access to people that could get me any f_ckin’ drugs. i had n0body to sell me no pot, i didn’t know how to locate those kind of f_ckin’ people. now you may be saying well they’re all over you just gotta look for then, well it was pretty difficult then. i didn’t ask to be born in suburbia, where i was so protected, you know, protected, where i had all my needs met. i don’t want people to think of me that way, i wanna be treated like i came from a broken home so i could have the kind of women that people from broken homes get. the girls like the ones on um you know, like um, beverly hills 90210, shannon dorty, girls like that, they kind of suck, i’m not saying they don’t have nice bodies, because they do, but their lifestyle sucks

i used to go to many metal shows before people even knew that i existed at those shows, they just like completely f_ckin’ ignored me, and it wasn’t easy making contact. many times i used to imagine myself grabbing somebody around the neck who tells me i’m not metal and say: i’m metal! and don’t you f_ckin’ forget that. don’t ever say i’m not the type, i d_mn well am the type. what they didn’t realize is that i would sell my soul, that i would have sold my soul just for one night to go to a metal show with a s_xy broad and go home and f_ck her after the show, i would sell my soul yes i would, and n0body should, and just because i would be willing to sell my soul to get that i should be able to do just that very thing and get that very thing for doing it for selling my soul. that’s the way i look at it, at least up until now anyway. now i’m not sure what to think sometimes

let me confess a m_s_ch_stic desire. when i was, uh, because there was a short period of time there where i was threatening to spread flyers in the metal underground to discredit bands saying stuff like oh don’t write to this band or that band, they’re a f_ckin’ ripoff. see i was hoping that some guys in the black metal scene would catch up to me, take me somewhere, and say motherf_cker, you’re going to learn how to be just like us even if it k!lls you, and they would teach me exactly how to be that way they would mould me, they would even force me down maybe tie me down or at least hold me down, two big guys, while another one forced me to get a tattoo. now why would i want that? because, i don’t want to have to pay for one, i’d have it for free. oh yeah i’d go through pain, but if they f_cked up and did it wrong, hey, i could always, um, report them to the authorities and say that they took advantage of a poor little old me handicapped person. you know, and sue them, on the basis that they took advantage of a poor handicapped individual

i worked at this uh restaurant when i was about 24, 25, yeah 25, called our gang lounge, and every friday night i would bring my radio in and blast this college radio show that played black metal and death metal, you know like h_llhammer and uh celtic frost and venom. well, i kind of forced my music on everybody but i figured that anybody in the black metal scene would have— would fully approve. it’s like uh i figured that they would all do it and because i didn’t have any of them types around you know the ones that fit the stereotype perfectly, um i just assumed they would do things like that, cause um certain medias and sh_t portray them as that, and uh one night when they tried to switch my station and uh they got all p_ssed at me and one guy threatened to break my arm then i got into a bad mood and a waitress came along asking me to do something so i threw a uh plate at her or something and she got mad and went back there and threatened next time she would shove it up my ass, well, some people may say that by doing that i was making um giving black metal people or metal people in general perhaps a bad name. well that’s their fault that the stereotypical metal heads because they didn’t show me the real way, they didn’t tell me that they would never do stuff like that. it’s their fault. going back to the people who said well why don’t you just go out and get yourself some drugs? well first of all, i never, my body never craved drugs, or alcohol. i could take them or leave them. but i wanted to do them as my image or at least be thought of as the type who would, but i, but i think it’s an unfair thing for people to go around with this attitude you can’t be in with us because you don’t do drugs you don’t do alcohol that’s an un— i always thought of it as an unfair way of weeding people out from their group. yes i should be able to use drugs, alcohol as my image without actually doing them and have the people accept me as one of them and then turn around and do things my way, be burnouts my way. yes, we could uh sit around and make [?] noises or they could do it while they smoke their pot and i’d just sit there pretending to be smoking pot

if you got a problem with me carrying on like this and you’re thinking to yourself well who the f_ck does this assh0l_ think he is? well then come to me and show me the right way to do it. cause i’m willing to go to full cycle

[f_ck those who lived a “hard f_cking life”]
i remember when i was going to electronics school, this ex_vietnam veteran was there he came in, no he didn’t come in late, well he often did come in a little late but he was keeping to himself not talking to anybody and this one other guy made a comment about uh how he wasn’t talking to anybody and the other the vietnam veteran said to him well you got it easy you’re still livng at home right? and he’s like yeah yeah he says and yeah i’m and because this vietnam veteran was out on his own he had a wife and he had several kids and he was laid off or whatever and going back to school to uh try to get a trade under, a new trade under his belt and uh he was drinking cheap wine cause i could smell it on his breath and he’s b_tchin’, b_tching about the way his life is going. well what the f_ck has somebody like that got to complain about? he’s got a wife, he’s got kids. he’s able to be married and go back to school while he’s married. i would sell my soul to be in his shoes exactly as he is. no i don’t want his kids cause they’re not my blood. but i would sell my soul and be willing to burn in h_ll for all eternity after i die to be in his shoes, yes i would. yes i would, and i wish there was a f_ckin’ satanic magic ritual that could um make sure that i would end up in that situation. you may stand there saying oh well you don’t know what those people go through well how do you know. see, i’m mr., i’m mr. dysfunctional family life expert. i’m mr. broken home life expert, see when people have problems in their home they should come to me for advice. i would sell my soul to be in that guy’s predicament, he ain’t got nothing to complain about, or perhaps you’re thinking, hm that guy needs a good lesson he should end up in that predicament just so he can see what it’s like. well then maybe you should say a prayer or a satanic chant or something to make sure that i end up in that situation

see, i see intrinsic beauty in that which people call a curse or misery. you know such as being married and having several kids of your own all your own blood and uh having a lot on your mind quote unquote having to go back to school while you’re married and having so much sh_t on your mind, i see intrinsic beauty in that, and n0body should try to tell me oh you don’t want that, you’d be miserable if you had that, you couldn’t handle that. well who are they to tell me how i would feel if i was in that predicament or tell me you don’t want that. how do they know? they can’t see inside my head. my generation is disgusting, the 90s suck with all these people that prefer to remain single and not have kids, i mean yeah if that’s their personal preference but there’s so many of them it’s like uh n0body glorifies the having kids thing anymore like they did back in the 50s and 60s and that’s the way it should be now. me personally i would much rather find someone and have one to six kids or more and then get divorced and have to pay alimony for my ex wife and all those kids than to go through life single. i would sell my soul to switch from being single to the other that i just mentioned. i don’t see why people don’t see intrinsic beauty in it

while i’m at it the next thing i’d like to do is um is uh pick on the uh these parents who don’t think that their teenagers are adults and they talk about all this youth corruption and complain oh you’re corrupting the youths with that bad music or those movies. well, that so_called corruption, youth corruption is actually healthy information and wholesome entertainment. in other words, there is, i see intrinsic beauty in the idea of a teenager seeing a manson movie like helter skelter, becoing influenced by it, copying it, and then ending up in quote unquote trouble for it. see he should not be protected from his desire to do that

yeah, i see intrinsic beauty in a teenager imitating the manson movie, yes as long as it’s not me and it’s not any kids that i might have or anyone else that i’m close to why should i care? and i got something to say to uh parents who have teenage daughters who keep ’em in at night thinking that on weekend nights thinking that this will keep them from pregnant. well i only got one thing to say to you parents. locked doors won’t stop me. i might bust your door down, come in, bop you over the head, maybe stab you, and then i’ll go f_ck your teenage daughters. there’s only one place your teenage daughters should really be at night and that’s out on the street where people like me can pick them up. i get really d_mn sick and tired of cruising around late at night on a weekend night and not seeing f_ckin’ teenage girls on the street to pick up. i’m really tired of parents like you. and don’t start saying oh they’re only kids, i won’t accept that i will not accept that teengars are still children. no way, the more you say that they’re just children the more you make me want to seduce them

i ain’t got no use for your moral value system, i ain’t got no use um, for um, for any of your bullsh_t. if i wanna f_ck your teenage daughter i’ll f_ck your teenage daughters, and those of you who are older guys who got uh younger sisters who are teenagers, i’ll f_ck your teenage sister if i want

and to you mainstreamers that hate satanists, i will take your teenage daughter or sister away from god and deliver them unto satan’s power. well hey don’t get mad at me, maybe they don’t wanna be with god. maybe they wanna be with me and let me f_ck them. you shouldn’t be forcing them to be holy against their wishes keep their virginity. if they wanna give it up let them f_cking give up their virginity. and besides, take it easy on me, man, i’m just a kid, this is the twilight zone, i’m 13 again. and besides, i’m innocent until proven guilty. if you punch me out on the basis of what i might do, before i’ve actually done it, you’re the one who will be in trouble. you’re the one who will go to jail. if you shoot me and you k!ll me you’re the one who will spend your life in prison, and they’ll probably rape you in there too

i don’t know how they’d treat me if i went to prison, i imagine it wouldn’t be good but see if i went to prison for f_cking teenage girls and k!lling their parents because they oppressed them, they should be looking up to me as a big hero. see, a lot of people end up in prison because their parents didn’t give them enough freedom. some people will argue that it’s just the opposite. well, i say bullsh_t. i used to steal pencils from the library because i wanted to be known as a juvenile dilenquent. i wanted to be known as a delinquent and a few years later i talked about how i did it and somebody said to me if you wanna be a delinquent you steal a car. well maybe it appeared like i was making fun of the delinquents well that’s their fault they should have shown me their way on how to be a delinquent, they should have come out of the tough area in the city, kidnapped me from the suburb, take me from their area, and said motherf_cker you’re going to learn how to be a delinquent if it k!lls you. see it’s their fault they didn’t show me how to crack a steering column. if they had, i would be a master car thief

sometimes i still wish they would come and kidnap me and take me somewhere and force me to learn how to be a delinquent. and then if they screw up and i end up getting arrested either by myself or along with them i’ll say that they uh they took advantage of a poor handicapped individual. they held a gun to my head, they outnumbered me

wanna hear me show the hypocrisy to, i wanna show you the hypocrisy of the 70s, 1970s classic rock people:
[unintelligible]
unga lunga lee [?]
[unintelligible]
[unintelligible]

that’s part of a rod stewart song. that’s the sound of the power screaming guitars

mosquito don’t come in
mr. mosquito don’t come in
_whistles_
_whistles_
_whistles_
_whistles_
hmmm buzz sting sting sting
hmmm buzz sting sting sting
haha buzz sting sting sting

trendy people deserve to be made fun of. trendiness is feeble_minded. to anyone who’s been s_xually abused as a kid: ha ha, you got s_xually abused. you got raped by your daddy, you got raped by your step_parent, na na na na na. to anyone who’s been physically abused by your parents: you got beat up by your daddy, na na na na na, you got beat up by your step parent, ha ha ha ha. to anyone who claims that they had a hard f_ckin’ life, well i could teach a thing or two about um what a hard f_cking life really is. you know what a harder f_cking life is than being physically or s_xually abused as a kid? or uh being neglected and having to eat out of garbage cans and mcdonald dumpsters? well that would be a life of being constantly rejected by people and not being able to be accepted by those who society considers to have the hard life, the ones who were abused and neglected. it doesn’t matter if you were in the subburbs and came from a good home. if you wanna be accepted by a certain kind of people and they don’t accept you that is a truly hard f_cking life

next i’m gonna play uh loudness, the band loudness? you may remember them from the 80s. well this one song that’s on there i used to hear it on the radio on weekend nights when i was cruising around looking for runaway teenage girls, and a chance to recreate my teen years and slip into the twilight zone and uh correct that little mistake that fate made which is not having a social and love life as a teenager. well anyway here’s the song that made my skeleton feel like it was gonna burst out of my flesh

[song playing: crazy nights by loudness]
these guys sound like they’re on 1000mg of pcp. at least that’s what i thought when i first heard that song
(song playing)
this song makes you want to go back in time and be a heavy metal stoner and a punk rocker at the same time
(song playing)
skipped ahead here
eptic ale
eptic ale do do do do do
scum do do do da
eptic ale
sounds like they’re saying “eptic ale”
(song playing)

shortly after i um taped this song off the radio i went into the navy, but i didn’t like it there so i told them that i had lied when i applied to the navy and didn’t admit that i had been in psychiatric treatment once before so they discharged me. besides i wanted to get back home, i missed all that metal music. in boot camp we didn’t have access to it. originally i went in there because i figured that um i would be able to make some good money and save for college and they told me that i could even go to college while i was in there and i figured then when i got out i could grow my hair to me waist and be a heavy metal stoner and a punk rocker. somebody who knew i was going into the navy said that i shouldn’t do it and uh said instead i should get a guitar and start playing but he didn’t really tell me how to go about it. then when i got into the navy i had to put up with this one officer from the philippines, and his name was aguda, and every time i hear loudness i figure, because they’re of oriental descent too, why couldn’t he be more like them instead of a f_ckin’ military officer. i call him stupid aguda

by the way before this tape ends i would like to form a group of people that would like to sit around and sing the wrong words to the songs along with me. there really isn’t much more time on this tape so i guess i may as well sign off now

- joe aufricht

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