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One of the few Deathchrist songs where Heavy N. Stupid resists the maddening urge to detail the many ways he would like to filet George and serve him on a silver platter to Satan, he instead opts to deliver the cold hearted truth about our nation's hobo problem. Taking a personal stance against being invaded by the smelly beggars that infest our nation's cities, we learn that there is a higher power at work here. The elimination of homeless people, as it turns out, is not only a spiritual calling but also the patriotic duty of all Americans. Rejoice! |
CD: TBD
Credits: Deathchrist - all music. Heavy N. Stupid - vocals/lyrics. |
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After one recording session we noticed that there were several concepts yet to be explored. With a little more time left until we turned back into rotten pumpkins, we decided to let Heavy N. Stupid loose with a checklist of ideas to go off on. What could have been a throwaway ended up being the first of several hilarious multiple-victim songs we eventually recorded. Joey Ludes, the office of the Waterfront Commission, Mike the heroin addict, George (multiple times), Jerry the raging alcoholic, and Ray the phoneless cretin all get the patented ultraviolent Heavy N. Stupid treatment to a generic idiot punk rock droning background. Once again Heavy N. Stupid shows his frestyle prowess as he takes a short list of ideas and expands upon them on the fly, right off the top of his very disturbed head. |
CD: TBD
Credits: Deathchrist - all music. Heavy N. Stupid - vocals/lyrics. |
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Aside from slaughtering the vast majority of his coworkers with the tools that torment him daily, this is truly Heavy N. Stupid's fantasy scenario. That is, until it erodes into another verbal and physical attack on several deserving coworkers. Among the bureaucratic layers of union management is the head timekeeper's position. This job pays in the $90K a year range and takes all of 45 minutes a day to perform. A politician couldn't come up with a better gimme job. But I digress. Heavy N. Stupid's dream of becoming the head timekeepers is only as absurd as the cartoonish violence he desires to bring upon the jackasses who fall prey to him in this song. Harmless lunch truck operator Bill, Cuban refugee and world champion blabbermouth Tino (one of those assholes who likes to remind anyone who will listen that "en kooba, I was dee boss!"), one-eyed defect Rich Maloney (who really did carry on conversations with himself all day long), and of course George gets it about 5 or 6 times. The song ends with an almost homoerotic male rape question. The answer is obvious to all who have lengthy experience with the brain disease that is Deathchrist featuring Heavy N. Stupid. The references to Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas have yet to be explained. |
CD: TBD
Credits: Deathchrist - all music. Heavy N. Stupid - vocals/lyrics |
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