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A long time ago and so far away
At just thirteen years old
You'd sit in your room as the record played
And dream of going gold
Remember your dad with a smile on his face
Pretending he was a Ramone
And Ma was singing Do You Wanna Dance
Thank God for rock and roll
Does rock n roll forgive?
Does rock n roll forget?
Does rock n roll may you sad?
Does rock n roll make you mad?
Does rock n roll make amends?
Is rock n roll your best friend?
Oh the times that you had - the Rollers in plaid / done up in plaid / when you were fab...
When Rock n roll met your dad
All you kids that sing about teenage kicks
And shout out rock and roll
Don't let them make you trade your guitar licks
For someone else's clothes
May someday soon the songs you pen
Be heard around the world
Now 25 years have gone by in a blur
Your Mama doesn't dance no more
But once in a while you swear you see her there
When Dee Dee counts to four
Kopko/Baglio
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Hey Fanzine!
02:40
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Hey Fanzine
Rock n roll queen
Once you were a rrriot girl
Sweet sixteen
Made our cherry burst
Crawled inside your pages at night
Howling to a bootleg tape
On my bed
Bouncing like an upright ape
You were black and white
Courier type
Edges all beat up, curled
By the bedroom light
Saved me from a white bred world
Hey fanzine
Circus and Creem
Everybody Sniffing Glue
At Seventeen
3 chords and the truth
Filled with kicks
And old cheap tricks
Weird like mom and dad
Yeah we dressed like chicks
Still look sick in drag
You were black and white
Stereotyped
Edges all beat up, curled
In the dead of night
We're all all right!
Dreaming of a punk rock world
A punk rock world
Fanzine!
Baglio/Kopko
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I Don't Hear A Single
03:19
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I write the songs to try to please you
Something stolen something borrowed
Pull the plug and make it easier
Here today and gone tomorrow
After all the noise we're making
A single's better off alone…
I dont hear a single
Just more pointless rock n roll
Start the car turn up the radio
Your voice is blaring through my speakers
I know this may be our last do si do
The price of singles getting cheaper
After all the songs, we're breaking
A single's better off alone…
Kopko/Baglio
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Strawberry Girls
03:23
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where are the strawberry girls
now that it’s summertime
down at the city yards
with a bottle of ripple wine
oh their jeans were blue and had a holes in them
and i’m afraid that their plans been torn and frayed
but so glad that they were laid
how bout the boys in the band
loading drums and guitars
up into jimmy’s van
with their heads all full of stars
oh their dreams were loud and had gold in them
and i’m afraid that the spotlights and stars
have turned to cover bars
when all my memories
turn into wonder why cannot be’s
i never forget those sweet strawberry girls
and when they come to me so fine
man it really blows my mind
that we were ever as free
to do exactly what we pleased alright
where are the strawberry girls
now that it’s summertime
they have all gone away
to poetry and rhyme
like...
their jeans were blue and had holes in them
and i’m afraid that their plans been torn and frayed
but so glad that they were laid
when all our memories
turn into wonder why cannot be’s
forever remember those sweet strawberry girls
i will never forget those sweet strawberry girls
forever remember those sweet strawberry girls
strawberry girls
forever strawberry girls….
Baglio/Kopko
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5. |
Shag '72
02:39
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LOOKING AT THE YEARBOOK PAGE
THINKING BACK ON YESTERDAY
ALL YOUR HAIR IS TURNING GRAY
AND THERE AIN’T THAT MUCH TO SAY
IT'S OK
THAT SONG HAS FADED OUT
NOT EVERYBODY MADE IT OUT
AND I'M THINKING ABOUT YOU
SHAG '72
SPEED OF LIGHT, SPEED OF SOUND
TURNTABLES TURNED AROUND
THERE'S A BAND UNDERGROUND
COMING UP FOR NEW LIGHT
IT'S ALRIGHT
THE RECORD STARTS TO PLAY
BOLAN HAS GONE AWAY
AND I'M THINKING ABOUT YOU
SHAG '72
FROM INSIDE A PLASTIC TOMB
OUTSIDE THE ELECTRIC WOMB
WHEN THE GIRLS WERE NUCLEAR
AND THE BANDS WERE TRULY GEAR
OH DEAR!
NOW THE SONG REPEATS AND PLAYS
LOOKING AT THE YEARBOOK PAGE
AND I'M THINKING ABOUT YOU SHAG '72
Baglio/Kopko
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We cried the day that Johnny D's shut down
Just like every club in this ghost town
And that was the fate of the rock n roll band
Turn out the lights, load up the van
Raise up a toast to the best of friends
Where'd they go? - wanna play a show?
When we rocked out, we rocked it out
When we rocked out, we rocked it loud
When we rocked out, we rocked it out
When we rocked out, did we rock too loud?
On and on, the crowd shouts, play it again!
On and on, the crowd screams, play it again!
We played in every dive and went for broke
With nothing but our dreams & a pack of smokes
Drank too much and we stayed too long
Still trying to write your favorite song
Beat's all right, but the words all wrong
They're all closed... where to go?
Kopko/Baglio
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7. |
Stooge
03:38
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Too many people people caught in motion
Too many people don't care
Am I causing a commotion
With too much bleach in my hair?
Give me the sound of revolution
Incessant ringing in the ear
Amplified electrocution
Play it loud, we can't hear!
Its not loud enough
You turn down, I shiver
Too much static on the station
I'm exploding on the air
Glamorize degeneration
Make some noise around here
I'm afflicted, double crossed
Unprotected, get it off
Raw sensation, system shock
Gimme Danger, Iggy Pop
Kopko/Baglio
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The Morning Girls
02:46
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The morning girls
They come around to greet you
They only want to meet you cause there're stars in their eyes
Affectionate thighs
Singing I want to rock and roll you away
Singing I want to rock and roll you OK
Their rolling curls
Are falling down to reach you
Crawling apparitions with a wink and a smile
Infected and wild
Singing I want to rock and roll you away
Singing I want to rock and roll you OK
The morning girls
With stars in their eyes
Singing I want to rock and roll you away
Singing I want to rock and roll you OK
The morning girls
Baglio/Kopko
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Roxetta Jones
03:09
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She left town in a Hollywood minute
Took all my things, split in double vision
Satan, come on...
One hot mess, dripping with precision
Sweet lips on the television
Skull & crossbones
Its breaking my stones
She left home just an hour b4 / night b4
I saw Miss Jones / little Miss Jones
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
Roxetta Jones
She's the queen of Hollywood Heights
That bird has flown
Roxetta Jones
Fornicating tongue of a two-ton bruiser
Thrown in the back of a police cruiser
Ringing my phone
Saying baby, come home…
Roxetta Jones
She's the queen of Hollywood Heights
Kicked me in the stones...
Roxetta Jones
I've got the magazine, I read it every day
All alone with Miss Roxetta Jones
Satan, come on!
Kopko/Baglio
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Rock & Roll Rampage
04:17
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somebody let me outta my cage
somebody let me outta my cage
i wanna rock n roll rampage
candy and taffy
they came of age
candy n taffy
they came of age
in a rock n roll rampage
candy and taffy
went to max's kansas city
hoping to meet a new york doll
candy was sitting pretty
trying to think up something witty
when she met johnny thunders inside a bathroom stall
and wasn’t it fun back in 1971
when the who played the music hall
hi watts n moon
yeah he went too soon
but looked like he had himself a ball
somebody get me to the stage
somebody get me to the stage
let’s have a rock n roll rampage
we're all crazy
we're all going crazy
we're all going crazy now!!
Baglio/Kopko
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The Peppermint Kicks Boston, Massachusetts
The Peppermint Kicks are Sal Baglio (The Stompers, The Amplifier Heads) and Dan Kopko (The Shang Hi Los, Watts), sprung fully-formed from the heads of these two self-anointed mad pop luminaries in the pandemic winter of 2021. Channeling The Kinks, The Who, The Ramones, Brian Wilson - a sound described by some as “a cool drink of strawberry lemonade, with a sprig of mint and a gut-punch chaser.” ... more
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