BIOGRAPHY SEBASTIAN SEBASTIAN, ON RYTHYM GUITAR, HAS BEEN IN BANDS SINCE HE WAS 16, INCLUDING AYM AND THE AVERSIONS. HE FIRST SANG IN A SHITTY HIGH SCHOOL BAND IN 1990, BUT COULDN'T FIGURE OUT THE TIMING SO HE DECIDED TO PICKUP GUITAR TO KEEP THE TEMPO WHILE SINGING. OVER TEN YEARS LATER, HE STILL CAN'T PLAY OR SING VERY WELL BUT HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK. SEBASTIEN PREFERS TO DRINK PABST AND GUINNESS. BOOZY SUZY BOOZY IS A BRITISH IMPORT. AND A DRUNK CLOWN. THIS IS HER FIRST PUNK BAND, ALTHOUGH SHE HAS BEEN IN MANY OUTRAGEOUS MUSICAL PROJECTS, INCLUDING BEING A RAPPER IN THE EARLY 80'S. WHEN SEBASTIAN FIRST MET SUZY, HE WAS ORIGINALLY THINKING OF AUDITIONING HER FOR THE NEW SINGER OF THE AVERSIONS, HOWEVER, AFTER THEY MET THEY DECIDED TO START A NEW BAND. ORIGINALLY THE LINE UP WAS SUZY, SEBASTIAN, RICH (OF THE EDDIE HASKELLS) ON BASS, AND JOSH (FROM FRACAS) ON DRUMS. AFTER A CRAZY ASS TOUR WITH THE HASKELLS, SUZY AND SEBASTIAN STARTED TO SEARCH FOR NEW MEMBERS. RAWB NOXIOUS RAWB IS A KILLER BASS PLAYER WHO'S BEEN IN THE BANDS PRE-NOWHERE FAST, VINNE THE PUKE, THE LIVID, DICK, BOB AND THE NOB, AND SCURVY BASTARDS. WHEN SUZY MET HIM HE'D JUST COME BACK FROM NEW YORK AND WAS STANDING IN FOR THE CLIFTONS' AT CBGB'S. HE ALSO PLAYS FOR CIVIL DYSENTERY. A LONG AND TOUGH SEARCH BEGAN FOR THE PERFECT DRUMMER, AND OH BOY, DID THEY FIND HIM! MARKLEY PUNK ROCK, BEER, BLOWING SHIT UP!, HARLEYS, DRUMS, CRAFTS, SEWING, CHEESEY RECORDS, MY DOG, BEER, COOKING WITH BEER, GRAPHICS, TOURING, PORN!, SPORTS, BEER LYRICS © Susan Steingass 2005/2006 SHALLOW AND VAIN You're kinda vain Kinda shallow and vain, vain, In the mirror, you see your face, Too much make up, not enough taste Wanna be a model, on the scene, You'll get a life when you're clean and serene. On the mirror, another line Lookin at yourself, think your so damn fine Wanna be a hipster, on the scene You'll get a girl when your clean and serene. OAKLAND BOYS Tattoos, trashy car, styles his hair like Stiv Bators He takes your cigarettes and tells ya he'll pay back them later Drinks his liquor from the bottle, Wears his jeans as tight as hell He'll sleep with you and hell sleep with your best friend as well... Watch out here he comes, Watch out girls cos here he comes... He's an Oakland boy Oakland, Oakland , Oakland boy Attitude, filthy sneer, He'd give your dad a heart attack, If he's had enough to drink, he's louder than a Marshall stack. Hair real high like it's radioactive Scratch your face with sexy stubble Even though this boy's attractive You know he'll get you into trouble. GIA Gia was a girl from a small town, Went from Philly to shoots in couture gowns, Summer of Sam on the cover of cosmo, Colt 45 and listening to Blondie. Gia was in Vogue and the modelling wars, On the dancefloor with Warhol at 54, Daytime shoots in international countries, But Gia always felt like she was missing something. Gia, Gia, always was the rebellious one chorus Gia was so beautiful She was the toast of the town in the magazine world She had a bad attitude and a taste for skirt And living a lie, that always hurts. Found a new friend in Heroin But when you fight with a needle you'll never win 10 thousand a day never short of a fix She died at the age of 26. Shooting galleries on the Lower East Side Track marks getting harder to hide Unrequitted love in more than one place But every little girl wants to have her face Fell in love with a make up stylist Spiked blonde hair and electric blue eyelids Couldn't keep awake when the cameras were clicking Gia always had a sinking feeling Gia, oh Gia, was it really worth the fun 20/20 interview the nation saw But Gia did lines behind the bathroom door Always wanting her mother's approval Rehabilitation for addiction removal Comeback failed and Gia was blackballed Runway runaway left them all cold Shared needle made her sick, left alone and for dead Held with plastic gloves in a hospital bed Gia, oh Gia, why'd you have to die so young WALK OF SHAME It's the end of the party. Beer cans on the floor Running outta cash, waiting for the desperate dash, Got no way to get home, catches an eye across the room, The boy is cute but he's a lush And she forgot to bring her toothbrush....... 10-15 on a Sunday morning, she's walking in the Mission, Hair looking like a birdsnest, can't tell if her panties are on, Last time I saw her was 4 am on a Saturday night She was getting it on with a couple of guys She was getting it on alright. Lipstick smeared across her face, we all know where she's been... WALK OF SHAME The hallway smells of cat piss, He loosens his tie Double tasking, key in the lock And undoing his flies He don't look so cute in the living room light But it's better than walking home late late night 10 minutes of action. the bed ain't that clean Alarm goes off at 10, She's outta there by 10.13. ILLEGAL ALIEN Innocence has passed me by a long long time ago, Media bombards me with information I don't need to know, It would take a gunshot to clear my head somehow But I no longer feel the need to hide this with a smile ILLEGAL ALIEN LIVING IN THE CITY Boys with warm beds, cold hearts I see thru their disguise I don't object to being an object, Ii don't want any ties Pocket full of plastic, dollar on elastic Freedom is trash filled streets Can't pretend that life is clean while I sleep on stranger's sheets ILLEGAL ALIEN LIVING IN THE CITY I walk a tightrope daily between real life and surreal I walk passed cardboard houses at night in my high heels ILLEGAL ALIEN LIVING IN THE CITY Won't you tell me how to find my way. Lost in the city, can't find my way my way my way my way, Home. NICOTINE Stained nicotine fingers, but the electricity lingers... I wanna silence you with cellophane All the things you say are obscene Voice like nails on a blackboard You try to touch me, and your hands are course I wanna silence you with cellophane All the things you say are insane I would get right up and leave... If it wasn't for that chemistry....... SPLIT PERSONALITY Say you have a condition, It's an excuse about the way that you are You're up and your down And your mood swings are spectacular I don't believe a word Your disorders are illusions You just drank 10 shots and now you're no fun Split personality You got more things wrong with you than I've ever seen Split personality Better talk to the hand cos your problems don't mean nuthin to me.. Said you put your fist thru the wall cos you had a bit of the old seasonal adjustment disorder, well...ok Said you made the supermarket checkout girl cry cos u were feeling a bit bipolar...huh...well ok. Last time you stubbed your toe on the bedpost, you were in therapy for three months....that's not ok You're on a lot of medication, but I don't see a doctor in the house...oh ok..... LYRICS © Susan Steingass 2005/2006