It's not horrible, but I'm stoned -- Our little Communist commune -- For forty thousand dollars, we could make a record and you can spend the money on hamburgers, guns, pot, a van -- We had this vibration around the band -- You had this great art school and clubs willing to try anything to sell beer -- It was fun, but kind of demented -- It was almost like a vow to poverty -- Hit the record button and get out of the way -- The bus broke down and I got off -- This was our hangout. You could rip lines in there! You could smoke a bong! -- Everybody had just done a marathon and my guys were up there swilling Jack, smoking cigarettes -- We were an alternative to the alternatives -- They're playing songs that were not of the time -- We all had bands and this punk sort of "fuck you" attitude -- The gossip on this band was like wildfire --
But do you really want to be a rock and roll hotel? -- We were all destroyed -- An oasis for all these artists to come and have a family -- If I can drink more tequila shots than you, we're going to push the Spin Doctors -- The Colonel -- An emaciated third-world exodus, run by a few homeless people and coyotes -- This is the shit. This is it. This is what we need to do -- Who the hell let John ride a motorcycle? -- I walked out of there, stepped into a U-Haul, and drove -- A late breakfast and scotch -- We became an MTV band -- I should have had more class -- This is the ultimate wake and bake record -- Well, I think our master tapes are going to be thrown into the Mississippi River -- Things got weird very quickly --
Oh shit, this Is my time! -- We sure enjoyed selling a ton of records and making a boatload of money -- We really went off the rails -- We were just these hippies, running around half naked or sometimes fully naked -- The DJs always knocked us out cold -- Everything started to cross over -- It was another thing to commune with real musicians -- August 9th, 1995 -- No offense to you, but I'm going for it -- Acoustic, my ass! -- A rite of passage to becoming royalty in town -- Wildlife on a safari -- Our clubhouse in the jungle -- That kind of touring ages you -- We've been a volatile band since day fucking one -- He had to whip us like a rented mule -- I wouldn't say lawless, but you could do what you wanted here -- It took so much to have my shit together -- We need a pie baked by someone's grandma -- Hanging around long enough that I became useful, I guess --
Why don't we do it as far away as humanly possible -- Play that ill shit! -- Something big as Stravinsky but euphoric as little fluffy clouds -- It feels like a blur to me -- A lot of guys, their whole life has been a mess because they can't stop playing music -- Just do it so we can get you out of here -- We were like the Beverly Hillbillies on this tour -- They thought we were all Black -- Don't hurt my town -- Who are these guys who promote harder than anybody? -- We didn't even know we were in a tidal wave -- Nuggets! Nuggets! Nuggets! -- Out of self-defense, not out of any real genius plan -- You're too crazy to be the headliner -- We were nowhere near there when the shit hit the fan -- Us against the world -- Stranglefuck -- That's the moment and that's where it lives.
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