Showtape '91 - Sebadoh

Guitars in front of Marshall stacks

As full wall of them explode with the simultaneous on switch

Begin wailing various percussion at any tempo…

I, bloody with oozy blast, reach to play guitar

Thumbiling violently, as it screeches through the Marshalls

Grab guitar and plays what he wants

I struggle to my feet, Hoisting the guitar over my head

Ladies and Gentlemen, The Pieces of Meat!

Dual denial

Duel of denial

Dueling denial

Your post-modern, folkcore saviors, SEBADOH!

Your new favorite, dope-smoking Renaissance threesome, SEBADOH!

Jason, Lou, and Eric

Three guys who appreciate and simulate the power of modern drone rock, SEBADOH!

Jason, Eric, and Lou

SEBADOH!

Featuring that guy who played bass in Soul Asylum, Lou Barlow

Another evening of oppressive noodling, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Three guys in search of the eternal party, SEBADOH!

Please, Take Me… Away…

Open chord tuning saviors of alternative Rock n' Roll, SEBADOH!

And now, shattering the barrier between artist and audience

Three guys with smiles you can trust, Sebadoh

Three more reasons to doubt your boyfriend, Sebadoh

Jason, Eric, and Lou

Guitar, Bass, Percussion

The fire, The wind, The heartbeat

A live experience, surely among the top ten this year, SEBADOH!

An easy love that strokes in circles, SEBADOH!

Just dumb enough, to try to control a malicious idiot, SEBADOH!

Urging you to openly weep

Eric, Jason, and Lou

Music to hold hands by, SEBADOH!

So bad, It’s good, SEBADOH!

Never hesitating to bite the hand that feeds, SEBADOH!

SOBODAH!

Three guys who think it’s much more important if the music is heartfelt

Rather than if the music sounds like shit or not, SEBADOH!

The east is where the vampires live

The west is where the searchers go

Searching for a reason, just like you

Ladies and Gentlemen

The sensitive power of, Sebadoh

In the tradition of Daniel Johnston

Under a cloud of hiss, SEBADOH!

It’s not bullshit, It’s Sebadoh

Sibadoh, Sabedoh

SEBADOH!

Soul, Bare introspection

Framed with fragile melody

Courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Way to Go, SEBADOH!

Puffing proudly upon the pot pipe, there poopy diapers stinking

Ladies and Gentlemen

Three guys infected with new faith

SEBADOH!

SEBADOH!

SEBADOH!

Distinctive song writers

Any Beatle wannabe

Three guys you need to know

Super show, SEBADOH!

Sebadoha

Music to give your girlfriend a hard time by, SEBADOH!

A moment of inept grace, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Three guys who are free to disagree, SEBADOH!

Eric, Jason, and Lou

Way to Go, SEBADOH!

Unencumbered by structure

Masters of melodic atonal free association

Three Free Spirits

Jason, Eric, and Lou;

SEBADOH!

Sibodoh, Siba-

A crystal shining forever moment, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Sweet, Destructive

Turning musical corners at breakneck speed

Music with which to mourn the death of human spirit, SEBADOH!

Battling monumental indifference

Sadly overlooked, as creatively inferior bands are basically treated like

geniuses and receive enormous recording budgets

Buns up to corporate waste mongers, SEBADOH!

Standing proud, the test of time

Impulsive in the presence of strangers

Three dumpy guys with no fashion sense

Shaking hands, or sharing feasts

Three friendly minstrels, who aren’t very friendly

Reinventing folk music, SEBADOH!

Jamming where no brain dare to go, SEBADOH!

Boys and Girls

As free as the fingers flow

A heartfelt drone you should know, SEBADOH!

Jason, Eric, and Lou!

SEBADOH!

The lonely band that mutters

Perhaps smoking pot or drinking beer before setting foot on stage, it’s Sebadoh

Another hollow proclamation, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Another shallow communication, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Mind expanding confusion, courtesy of, SEBADOH!

Staying true to there hardcore roots

Rocking against negative boredom

And filling you with dreams of freedom, SEBADOH!

Figuratively pissing in your mouth

Humiliating, and subduing your spirit

Exposing every nook and cranny of the human psyche

Way to Go, SEBADOH!

Wallowing in the peace pig pool of evil

Swallowing everyone

Reason to ignore it

Festering with sex frustration

They don’t use your imagination

They spit it in your face

Ladies and Gentlemen, SEBADOH!

Searching for the lowest common denominator

Resorting to tired tales of naughty boy boredom

Asking annoying questions

And providing bogus answers

Self-serving closet fascists

Making money from marijuana masturbation

Incompetence masquerading as inspiration

Inspiration mistaken for true talent

A specter of egocentric behavior

Spuddering wildly out of control

Ladies and Gentlemen

Indie rock’s newest unrecognized genius of songwriting sucker punch

In a minivan for a six-week tour, SEBADOH!

Making it up as they go along, SEBADOH!

Borrowing the vast energy of positive puss monkey

Sebadoh snaps forth with remarkable agility

Nodding solemnly in sad resignation

Three guys who never went to college, SEBADOH!

Taking every opportunity to suddenly manipulate your expectations for a

moment’s amusement

Becoming suddenly bored at your immature attempt to gain our approval

With your typical butt-licking fan-boy fervor, SEBADOH!

Driving dozens of college-aged lemmings off the cliff of limited imagination

Smashing there soft skulls on the jagged boulders of our bitter sarcasm

Three assholes, SEBADOH!

Boring you shitless

Yet, no one is approaching baldness

Laughing at your shortcomings

Tactlessly welding destructive honesty to protect themselves from true feeling

Eagerly, butt-fucking your grandpa

Turning personal vendetta and small-minded revenge tactics into eventually cult

status

The only man in the world who truly appreciated the genius of the swans,

Lou Barlow

Rescuing wounded animals and diligently nursing them back to health

And returning them from there woodland homes, SEBADOH!

Putting down everything

Judging all as lame

But for all there hype as something new

They play the same old game

Another let down, another reason to do it yourself, SEBADOH!

SEBADOH!

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