"Double Talk" is a song I wrote about this asshole I worked with on a construction site in Palm Springs. He was on some macho trip and annoyed the fuck out of me, but at least I got a great song from the experience.
"Sick In The Head" is about relationships that never worked out, and how people's past failures can drive them to insanity if emotions are left unresolved.
"I Cracked My Skull" is about another guy I worked with in construction. He was a macho dick as well, and probably got more stupid after he crashed his motorcycle and cracked his skull.However most of this this song is more about me.
"Pillar Of Salt" was the first song I recorded after I moved to "The Farm" in Fontana back in 2005. My wife had just left me and all of my friends were fucked up on drugs. I was left by myself in a house of alcoholics who I tried my best to avoid. The moral of this song is that looking back on things you loved and lost get you nowhere. It is better to just move forward and laugh at all the reasons that make you cry.
-Dusty Dirt
Defective Children- "Double Talk"
Lyrics:
Sarcastic smart ass remarks pour out of your loud mouth like diarrhea,
no one wants to hear your annoying comments or jokes.
That are blatantly and obviously thought up to instigate
more drama making those around you feel like communicating is a waste of breath.
Don't beat around the bush
get to the point I've had enough with the Double Talk.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Shut your trap and stop the stupid rhetorical Double Talk.
A word to the wise keep your opinions and
advice where they belong give it a rest and
lay off from the arguments and speeches for a change.
If you keep acting this way sooner or later there
will be a day of reckoning then you'll be sorry and
after that think twice about being a dick.
Don't beat around the bush
get to the point I've had enough with the Double Talk.
Leave me the fuck alone.
Shut your trap and stop the stupid rhetorical Double Talk.
Defective Children- "Sick In The Head"
Lyrics:
Remember the failures of past memories
Hearts and initials, carved in a tree
Names and dates engraved in concrete
All the dirt roads that came to be streets
Pages of scribbles, in spiral notebooks
Polaroid pictures and chances we took
Dehydrated roses, rusted antiques
Chaotic collages, lets play hide and seek
Pages of scribbles, in spiral notebooks
Polaroid pictures and chances we took
Dehydrated roses, rusted antiques
Chaotic collages, lets play hide and seek
Torn apart, ripped to shreds, scatter-brained
Sick In The Head
Emaciated, underfed, ruptured veins
Sick In The Head
Scraps of newspapers, cut out and pasted
Procrastinated propaganda, thrown out and wasted
Random words, forgotten on the floor
Uncharted horizons, boarded-up doors
Pages of scribbles, in spiral notebooks
Polaroid pictures and chances we took
Dehydrated roses, rusted antiques
Chaotic collages, lets play hide and seek
Pages of scribbles, in spiral notebooks
Polaroid pictures and chances we took
Dehydrated roses, rusted antiques
Chaotic collages, lets play hide and seek
Torn apart, ripped to shreds, scatter-brained
Sick In The Head
Emaciated, underfed, ruptured veins
Sick In The Head
Defective Children- I Cracked My Skull
Lyrics:
Always had a few loose screws the rest are bent and stripped flew way over the cookoo's nest snapped and flipped my lid Like an elephant in a china shop I'm a slow and clumsy ox There's really nothing inside my brain just empty holes and rocks Fell off my skate board hit the ground so hard broke a few bones and I cracked my skull Crashed my motorcycle soared through the air smashed on the asphalt I cracked my skull Neutered, sterile and declawed I'm a mangy ally cat who creeps and craws around his town eating from garbage cans Deformed and lacerated dirty, with lice infested hair the people wretch at the sight of me but I don't really care Second handed, dented like discounted damaged goods I'm never seen in perfect health and easily misunderstood Fell off my skate board hit the ground so hard broke a few bones and I cracked my skull Crashed my motorcycle soared through the air smashed on the asphalt I cracked my skull
Defective Children- Pillar Of Salt
Lyrics:
That which was dead, is now alive infertile soil will profit and thrive Changed the fate of those destined to die laugh at all the reasons that made us cry But to look back with regrets and dwell in remorse like infected sores emotions will swell Injected with medicine to help the wounds heal jaded and confused untill theres nothing left to feel The altimatum, forced to choose either join cheat win or loose be defeated forfit, decided by default or fade from existence and decay like a Pillar of Salt
I had to keep myself from spending a fortune at the Record Swap. All the vendors had good shit, I picked up an original pressing of Crimpshirne's "Sleep What's That?", "Turn It Around" MRR East Bay comp #2 and a T-shirt I have wanted for awhile for only five bucks. The "Black Market Record Swap" was the first record swap at Dr. Strange, being able to go to a swap and just look through Punk stuff, like I said kicked ass and I think we should do it more often.
This coming Sunday the Doc will be hosting his first all Punk Record Swap. Word on the street is that the vendors will be set-up in the parking lot next to Dr. Strange. The event starts at 12:00 PM and ends at 5:00 PM, admission is free. See ya there!!
April 16th is National Record Store Day. Head on over to Dr. Strange for 15% off everything in the store except Nick's Dreadlocks and Jinx the store cat's tail. Also, free mustache rides for the ladies and Indian Rub Burns for the kids!!
Dr. Strange has beaten the odds not just as a record store but as a punk record store in the middle of a suburban, Conservative town. When there wasn't much to do in Rancho Cucamonga you could always go to Dr. Strange to check out some records and kill some time. Over the years Dr. Strange has had steady growth, mainly because Bill Plaster is a smart "businessman" and does it for the love of the music, not money. Dr. Strange Records is kind of like a temple of all things Punk. You can spend hours just thumbing through their collection of seven-inch records. In future posts I'll have updates about news, updates, events happening at Dr. Strange. Here are some pictures I took inside the store on a recent visit and the story of when I first met Bill.
I was living in Pomona in 1999 and used to hang out in the arts colony on 2nd street with friends. One night there was a show at the Glass House and other things going on, a lot of people. I ran into Bill (Dr. Strange) and his wife Crystal who were passing out fliers for their new punk rock record store. We started talking and I offered to pass out some of his fliers. A couple of hours later that night I realized that I locked my keys inside my truck. Bill and Crystal were in the same parking lot that I was, passing out fliers. They we're walking by and could see that I had a problem. I explained that I locked my keys inside my truck like a stupid, dumb ass. They had AAA and offered to call for someone to come out and slim jim the door. The guy got lost, so Bill and Crystal waited about 2 hours with me until he finally found us. I think it was pretty cool how they went out of their way and took the time to help even though we'd just met.
