Dontishedly: A Tribute To The Dont's

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This album is an alternate audio track for a DVD of a live performance by The Dont's at Slim's in San Francisco on April 14, 2007.

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released April 19, 2008

All songs by The Dont's
Vocals by Zelda Koznofski
Music and vocals by Steven Bolinger

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Steven Bolinger San Francisco, California

Steven Bolinger
is a multi-instrumentalist and composer steeped in rock 'n' roll culture living in San Francisco, CA.

He has a penchant for The Metal™, progressive rock and electronica/dance music, and on occasion, a good melody.

He is lyrically challenged.
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Track Name: Regimental Blues
The regiment took the hill again.
We say: thank God for the regiment.
The government sent us to kill again.
We say: God damn Mr. President.

We've evidence that we suspect
Our enemy has foul intent.
We'll storm his hill and crash his gate
And get him first 'fore it's too late.

It's a great day to meet you maker!
A great day to meet you maker!
A great day to meet you maker!
It's a great day to meet you maker!

The regiment took the hill again.
We say: thank God for the regiment.
The government sent us to kill again.
We say: God damn Mr. President.

Their sentiments come from down below.
We'll save them from themselves, you know.
They say they've got their own way of life.
We say: convert, or face the knife.

Off with their heads!
Set 'em free!
God's on our side!
Hold 'em off, hold the line!
We'll do 'em in, we're doing fine!

It's a great day to meet you maker!
A great day to meet you maker!
Track Name: Blah Blah Blah
Blah blah blah, your thoughts get in my head
Blah blah blah, install GPS sensor
(and a) Blah blah blah, a silk noose around my neck
(and a) Blah blah blah, I don't know where it all comes from or where it's going to

(and a) Blah blah blah, some other man's name on my underwear
(and a) Blah blah blah, puts a logo on my back
Blah blah blah, commitments coming to me in my mailbox
(and a) Blah blah blah, my phone number floating all over the world

I'm lost in my post-modern life

(and a) Blah blah blah, is piling up my fears
(and a) Blah blah blah, is tearing up my head
Hallelujah, my post-modern life
Surviving my post-modern (life)

My post-modern life
My post-modern life, my post-modern life is a big blah blah blah

(and a) Blah blah blah that I got from you
(and a) Blah blah blah, (and a) Blah blah blah
(and a) Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

I'm lost in my post-modern life

Blah blah blah that I got from you
Track Name: It All Falls Apart
I want to feel the way it all falls apart
I want to feel the way you jerk me off
I want to feel the way my ship comes in
I want to feel your laughter medicine

The let-down is what I'm talking about

The let-down is what I'm talking about

Yes I want to feel, and I want to know
How you let me down, just how you let me down

Would you let me down? Would you let me down?

The let-down is what I'm talking about

I want to feel you keep your fingers crossed
I want to feel the way your value drops
I want to feel the way you let me down
And I want to feel the goes-around coming 'round

Would you let me down? Would you let me down?

Don't bite the hand is a piece of cake
Fool and his money weren't built in a day
Time flies all the way to the bank
Beauty's in the eye of the weakest link
Track Name: AKA SOB
All jacked up on vino
The fear don't get to me no
Except when they start to breed
Their eschatology

My inner El Camino
Son of my labido
Peeling out in front of me
In my effrontery

Is this reality?

Hey you righteous, down on your knees for me
Fake messiah, a.k.a. S.O.B.

Hey you righteous, down on your knees for me
Fake messiah, falling all over me

falling all over me, falling all over me

A taste for end-times is wasting our time
Backed up by the big church, claiming heaven's gate
The soulless take control, welcome the witness in
Sending us the bills, paying for their sins

Hey you righteous, down on your knees for me
Fake messiah, a.k.a. S.O.B.
Track Name: Sissy Resist
Sissy Resist


Sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist I will
Sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist I will
Live by the fist, die by the fist, cease and desist, sissy resist I will
Live by the fist, die by the fist, cease and desist, sissy resist I will

With my 4x4 with the tailgate down
And my U.S. flag and my hat 'round backwards, I will, I will resist
And with my hair cut short and my statistics
of my televised sporting event, you're dang right I will, I will resist

I will sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist, I will
Live by the fist, die by the fist, cease and desist, sissy resist I will

And with my flag held high and my evil eye
And my seen-it-all-before lifestyle, you know I will, I will resist
And with my father's mind and my sacred balls
And my god-given fear of the unusual, I will, I will resist

I will sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist, sissy resist I will
Live by the fist, die by the fist, cease and desist, sissy resist I will

S-I-S-S-Y, S-I-S-S-Y, why?

The things that make you a man
Why you got to be a tough guy?

The things that make you a man
Why you got to be such a tough
Tough guy, such a tough guy, such a tough guy, such a tough tough, such a tough guy

S-I-S-S-Y
Track Name: Worldview
What a shame it is (ah shame, shame, shame)
When I blame it all on you (ah, not me, sissy)
In the cinema (in the what?!?)
When I frame it all around you (I see Rene!)

Who could believe it, you know it's true
Who could believe it, you know it's true

I got my own way to convict you

Offenses of taste and decency
Theology and geometry
Crashing down on my world view
And the messed up things you do
I'm always looking out for you

Don't you fight me now (ah put 'em up)
I'm going to write it down for you (oh, write it down brother, write it down)
I'm your working boy (I'm a man)
In the Night of Joy with you (oh joy)

Who could believe it, you know it's true
Who could believe it, you know it's true

My valve shuts down around you

Revolution in a factory
Pirates eating all our weenies
Crashing down on my world view
And the fucked up things I do
I'm always reaching out to you

Who could believe it, you know it's true

My girl and me
Kissing off the university
Crashing down on my world view
And the fucked up things we do
How can I make it up to you
Track Name: Gasoline
The dirty Swiss, 1806, invented the I.C.E.
1906, the Model S, was every man’s wet dream

Let’s take the highway, we’ll drive all night
I’ll watch for 5-0, you watch the lights
And if perchance we reach the sea
Then you can scatter me, oh

Gasoline, it's in my veins
It gets me off, it kills the pain
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Where does it get you? I don’t know

So here we sit, 2006, with one foot in the grave
We stab and steer and never fear, we’re gunning all the way

Let’s take the highway, we’ll drive all night
I’ll watch for 5-0, you watch the lights
And if perchance we reach the sea
Then you can scatter me, oh

Gasoline, it's in my veins
It gets me off, it kills the pain
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Gasoline, it's in my veins
It gets me off, it kills the pain
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Where does it get you? I don’t know

Gasoline, it's in my veins
It gets me off, it kills the pain
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Where does it get you? I still don’t know
Gasoline, it's in my veins
It gets me off, it kills the pain
Where does it get you? I don’t know
Where does it get you? I do not know

Just grab the keys and take this road, all through the night
Dose yourself, with traffic lights
No control, no remorse
Salvation is an iron horse that takes you over the mountain

Or, sometimes it takes you under the highway
Or, sometimes just to the edge of the city
Or, you hope to make it out of the driveway
But, it looks like we, looks like we, run out of, gasoline, gasoline
Looks like we, run out of, gasoline, gasoline
Looks like we, run out of, gasoline, gasoline