Δύο τραγούδια από το άλμπουμ των Primus ‘Tales From The Punchbowl’ του 1995.
Στο “παραληρηματικό” πρώτο, ο Professor Nutbutter περιμένει, με απροσδιόριστους σκοπούς [θα μπορούσε να είναι από ενσαρκωτής του “πνεύματος της επιστήμης”, μέχρι ένας απλός drug dealer] τα παιδιά να “έρθουν προς αυτόν”.
Στο δεύτερο παρακολουθούμε πόσο μακρυά μπορεί να φτάσει ένα προβληματικό παιδί, χάρη σε ένα κακό δάσκαλο.
Two songs from Primus’ ‘Tales From The Punchbowl’ album of 1995.
On the “raving” first of the two, Professor Nutbutter awaits, with not-so-clear intentions [he could be referring, say, to the “spirit of science” to just a drug dealer] for the kids to gather around him.
On the second one, we watch how far a troubled kid can go, due to a bad teacher.
00:00 Professor Nutbutter’s House Of Treats 7:14 Mrs. Blaileen
See’mon kiddies gather round
Who’s your foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the name resounds
Professor Nutbutter
He’s the one, the humble one
The Barkley County prodigal son
Here to serve only you, Professor Nutbutter
At old Nutbutter’s house of treats
From jellied jams to sacks of sweets
There’s creamy and nutatious spreads for all
Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee
Will cure what ails you, guaranteed Professor Nutbutter
It’s alright, don’t fear the worm
See’mon kiddies don’t be shy
Be youthful til the day you die
The man the myth, the magic of Professor Nutbutter
He’s the one the only one the Meeklybville prodigal son
Here to help us with ourselves, Professor Nutbutter
It’s alright to fear the worm
[It’s all right to fear the worm. The worm, the worm is our friend.
Um, but not all of the properties of the worm can be, uh, fully, fully,
Well, appreciated by the, uh, the human body itself, but, um it’s,
It’s, it’s, it’s ok to, to fear the worm. Um, I, myself, have had no,
Uh, problems with the worm but in a certain situation, uh, I would
Feel like, what, what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur? Uh, there’s,
There’s really no need to, uh, to fear much of anything, you know.
Fear of the, fear of the temptation is a, more, probably, more, more,
Appropriate word in this particular scenario. Um, the, uh, well, It,
Depends on what you want, I suppose. It really depends on, on
What you want]
Mrs. Blaileen – she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He was a bit slower than the others.
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food.
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied Levi’s.
Donny decided to make some,
But he didn’t know to rinse them.
So he came to school a reekin’.
Bleach stenched filled the classroom.
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise.
She made him feel like an asshole
Two feet small.
Oh what a lonely boy.
Don and Ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were as tight as brothers
Then Ronald moved away.
Now Steven
He was year or two younger
And he really thought he was something.
He liked to harass other children
Or anyone he found outnumbered.
Alone Don walks from fishing.
Steven and his friend they stop him.
They took his hat and they taunt him,
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper.
Don lunged forward with his fish knife
Then ran all the way home weeping.
He gave his knife to his father and
Said I think I hurt Steve.
Oh what a lonely boy.
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Excellent! I wasn’t expecting that. Seems I was judging the music by its title.
It’s just a matter of mainstream media domination, from which only a few people manage to escape. In the final analysis, it’s a matter of luck…
Well, thank you!