track 2, side 1 and tracks 1 and 3, side 2 recorded 3/82 on sam fishkin's
4-track in my apartment. others recorded 8/82 on the same machine at a
different apartment. tapes mixed at a rediculously expensive real studio.
an unnecessary and time-consuming measure. total cost for recording and
mixing: $170 and a case of beer for sam. total cost for mastering, plating,
pressing and printing the first 1500 copies: $1700. which i couldn't afford
any better than you can. it was easy. it was cheap. do your own.
we wholesale this record for $2.50, so nobody should be selling it for more
than $4.00, or he's buttfucking you. if anybody is selling this record for
too much, give us a call, and we'll set him right.
instruments used on this record were: a homemade stratocaster copy, a
mutilated peavey bass, roland, the tr606 drum machine, and a casiotone
organ. all electronics and sound modifiers were garden variety, and most
were rented.
some inserts made by john and tom with help from tom's nosebleed. others
bought at various tackle shops, meatpacking plants, cutlery houses and
barber shops. hope you like them. they're all different.
write to big black at post office box 442, evanston, illinois, 60204. you
can also telephone at (312) 275-8647, if you ahve to call collect, do it
late at night, when someone is likely to be home. a cassette of unreleased
material is available from big back at a cost of $2 or a blank c-60 and 50c
for mailing.
lyle preslar exists.
the only good policeman is a dead one. the only good laws aren't enforced.
i've never hung a darkie, but i've fed one. i've never seen an indian on a
horse. i live like this 'casue i like it. i've seen too much to pretend. you
can't ignore the beauty of the things that you love, like you can't stand the
hatred and the lies. you don't understand, you don't understand. see i'm like
a murderer, see i'm like a murderer, i could rip you limb from limb, and i
could rip you limb from limb. great big thing crawling all over me, great big
thing crawling all over me. see, i'm a murderer, i kill what i eat. i'm a
hunter-gatherer, i kill what i eat. i'm a steelworker, i kill what i eat. i'm
a bricklayer, i kill what i eat. great big thing crawling all over me. great
big thing crawling all over me. great big thing crawling all over me.
go! live in a room. empty room. four walls. white walls. live in a hole. live
in a hole, not some trailer park. i won't die in a jail i own. live in a hole.
every day, i get less civilised. it's a lot of work to be an animal. ha! go!
hey little girl in a u.s. dress. come and give a daddy kiss to dead billy,
u.s. soldier in green. little lady napalm butt, come and give head to dead
billy make you boomboomboom, dead billy. dead billy make you happy. dead
billy make you crawl. dead billy put your head in his hole, dead billy show
you what it's like to die. dead billy. this is not a love song, and this is
not a kiss for dead billy. no viet.
say you wanna shut me up. just like that, wanna shut me up. quick as a wink,
you wanna keep me quiet. well i know the way, for you to keep me quiet. only
one way for you to shut me up. i can be killed. i can be killed. so come on.
go ahead, go on, do me in. dead as a carp, wanna knock me off. that's the
only way for you to shut me up. i can be killed. i can be killed. come on.
i have never been so happy in my whole life. i've been denying this so long.
i'm sure it's right. finally this is working: finally this is life. finally
this is working: finally this is life. then comes the crack, and everything
falls apart. then comes the pull, and she dies. then comes the crack, and
everything comes apart. then comes the knife. and she dies. i still can't
believe this. this is something i've done. i have never been so broken. i
have never hurt so much. this is like a slap in the face. this is like an
amputation. this is like a slap in the face. this is like an amputation.
that man's shirt is worth more than your life. i'd rather kill him than
insult you. he hasn't the sense to know why we're fighting. he hasn't the
fear to run. we have to rip this up, it doesn't look quite right. people like
that, they're too dirty to save. better watch out, friend, he's gonna get
torn. i put my fingers in it; i tear it apart. cover your ears. they make
a lot of noise. we have to rip this up, it doesn't look quite right.
all songs copyright 1982 Big Black music. don't fuck with them, if you know what's good for you. buy other fine ruthless products by the effigies, trial by fire and naked raygun.