Crusty crud basement chamber chomped me alive
Repugnant puke party – a disgusting dive
Late night stage lights stinking like a gravesite
House mic tasted like it’s covered in dung mites
Tasted like dung mites
Why don’tcha yell into your cell phone
Why don’tcha hum into a head stone
Go belt it out into a dinosaur bone
Here’s the thing: I only sing into a Skull Microphone
Von Erickson came up with a brilliant plan
Made a little head and screwed it on the stand
Deadpan madman saved us from the trash can
Jacked it in and powered up all them amps
We blew away every other band
Aint gonna yell into a cell phone (No!)
Aint gonna hum into a head stone (No!)
Won’t belt it out into a dinosaur bone (No!)
Here’s the thing: I only sing into a Skull Microphone (Yeah!)
Testing, testing 1-2-3
It’s the coolest mic you’ll ever see
Testing, testing 4-5-6
It’s the best part of the whole damn mix
Testing, testing 7-8-9
Order one before they’re gone cuz this one’s mine
Testing, testing 10-11-12
Look, you’re gonna have to get one for yourself
GET OFF IT! I told you...
Aint gonna yell into a cell phone (No!)
Aint gonna hum into a head stone (No!)
Won’t belt it out into a dinosaur bone (No!)
Here’s the thing: I only sing into a Skull Microphone (Yeah!)
credits
from Skull Microphone,
released July 23, 2019
Gregjaw - Bass
D. W. Friend - Drums
Corey Gorey - Guitar and Lead Vocals
Trash Friends - Backing Vocals
Recorded at Homebrew Studios, Sparta NJ by Kevin Lacatena and at multiple locations throughout Charlottesville, VA by Corey Gorey and Shawn Decker.
This here main version mastered by Andrew Malenda.
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