silentbob She's Anti
(John E.)

Sitting in her class
Sophisticated, anti-social brat
She never speaks a word
That's why she's sitting in the back
No one knows her name
I never knew that she existed
Then one tragic day
She came to school and went ballistic
With an ak in her right hand
She shot the cheerleading squad and ran
They're all dead, They're all dead
She's alone in her class
There's no one left for her to blast
She's always kicking ass
Masochistic, Gothic, dressed in black
No knows her name
I never knew she was sadistic
On April 28th
She came to school and went ballistic
With a rifle in her left hand
She blew away the football team and ran
They're all dead, They're all dead

Chorus 2:
She's a bitch, she hates everyone
She's one of those Anti-girls
Pessimistic and cynical
She's a victim of this lonely world, yeah

I know she hates me
She's a little insane
And she's crazy
She's kookie, ookie, dookie
They're all dead, They're all dead,

Chorus 2X:
silentbob Surfer Girl

I was at the beach, sitting on the sand
When I saw this girl
Dark brown eyes, and a dark olive tan
She was watching the sets
With a surfboard underneath her arm
The first moment I saw her
I knew she'd do me some harm
She's so good
She came out of the water
From the best session I'd seen
Man, she had the biggest chi chis I had ever seen
She put down her board, and sat down next to me
And played a soft ole lonely tune, on her ukulele
I don't know what had happened
But I'd fallen asleep
The next morning I woke up
She was sleeping next to me

I fell in love with her
I'm so in love with her
I fell in love with her
My little Surfer Girl

She got out of bed
Waxed up both our boards
Grabbed me by the hand and then she took me out the door
We surfed all that day long
At least eight hours straight
Man! I knew she was the one
And damn I couldn't wait
Well I asked if she loved me
She said, "Yeah well I guess"
So I asked her to marry me
Dammit, you know she said "yes"


I was at the alter
In my tuxedo-o-o
Waiting for my Surfer Girl
Man, where did she go
Later on that day
A friend to me did tell-ell-ell
That she went to Mexico
To catch a, to Catch a, to catch a 10 foot swell
That Bitch

My Surfer Girl
silentbob One Night Stand

Hey all you girls, I've seen you at the parties.
I've seen you getting drunk, making fools of yourselves.
But its okay! I'll get together with you anyways.
Just as long as I never see you again.
You say you want love, bud do you think I really care?
All you were was a "one night stand" and all I wanted was your sex...
Come on all you gurlz lets get together.
We're gonna have a great time.
I'll take off your clothes, then take off mine...
and then we'll begin to dine!!
Hey all you girls, I'm feeling really horny.
I've got a big ol' boner sticking out of my pants.
But it's okay! I'll get together with you anyways.
Just as long as I never see you again.
One time possession and you don't mean shit to me.
All you wanted was a relationship and I just wanted you to suck my dick!
silentbob At first glance, Home Grown may seem like just another punk band from Southern California. But on closer inspection of their music and lifestyle, observers find a far more complex picture of a tight-knit unit that has earned the respect and loyalty of fans and peers alike.
"We love all kinds of music," explains singer-bassist Adam Lohrbach, "and Iím sure it shows in the music we make, with some influences reflected more than others." The quartetís various stylistic leanings are fully revealed on Act Your Age (Outpost Recordings), their major label debut.
First and foremost, itís punk rock that informs Home Grownís adrenaline-pumping "heavy pop," as singer-guitarist John E. Trash likes to call it. "Iím all about getting a reaction out of people," insists Trash, whose joking nature has helped earn the four-piece its reputation for wild, anything-can-happen live shows. "I like to write a song and have people think, ĎWow, heís really mador ĎYeah, I hear yaI write what I feel and feel what I sing, but I always try to maintain the pop-ness of it."
Caffeinated tempos, spiky power chords, surfy touches and formidably melodic hooks surround a range of emotions on Act Your Age. From salutes to the ideal girl, the carefree joys of childhood and all-around good fortune to hard truths about schoolyard shootings, teenage angst and heartbreak, songwriters Lohrbach and Trash speak volumes to young people everywhere. Not coincidentally, the band had its beginnings where young people often meet ó high school.
Trash, guitarist-singer Ian Cone and drummer Bob Herco attended the city of Orangeís El Modina High School (Cone and Herco were in the same guitar class). In 1993, the three friends graduated and decided to put a band together.
"It was a blast," Herco says, recalling the casual sense of fun that inspired them. "I didnít even buy my first drum set until after high school. We just kind of learned as we went along. We said, ĎOkay, letís be this band ó weíll play wherever and try to get some money and beer. Ian was the only one whoíd even been in a band before."
"I was a big Metallica fan, like everyone else in the band," relates Cone, whose stinging leads are a trademark of Home Grownís sound. "Then I started listening to Operation Ivy and NOFX, ska punk bands, and the other guys got into that stuff, too. We started out playing covers, then moved on to originals."
Their first practices ó in Hercoís garage ó were more rough than ready, but the vibe that would later distinguish the band was present even then. With another friend on bass, they figured they had just about hammered out the details.
"I was kinda the odd man out," reports Lohrbach, who attended Estancia High School in Costa Mesa. (Heís also unique in that, unlike his bandmates, he dug Ď80s alternative bands like Depeche Mode and The Smiths.) He met Trash through a mutual friend. As fate would have it, Home Grown was scheduled to play at a party one night when their bass player didnít show up. Trash turned to Lohrbach. "Iíd never played bass, only fiddled around on guitar," he confesses. "John sat down with me and taught me six songs in about 20 minutes. I messed up more than a few times, and all I could think was, Oh my god! Kids are looking at meBut it was all good, and I started practicing after that."
Home Grownís earliest shows were typically at such gatherings. "They were full of kids partying ó drinking, smoking and making out," reports John. Club shows around Orange and Riverside counties followed. It wasnít long before the group hit the studio to record a demo. A listing in local scene magazine Mean Street attracted the attention of the folks at upstart indie Liberation Records, who made room for Home Grown on their 1995 compilation Punk Sucks.
The success of that collection encouraged the label to release the bandís debut album, Thatís Business (1995). Though recorded on a shoestring, Thatís Business sold briskly. This helped Home Grown land opening gigs for hot local acts Blink 182 and Unwritten Law. Theyíve since warmed up for Sublime, Save Ferris, The Dickies, The Circle Jerks, Face to Face and The Aquabats. Soon, punk-friendly companies like Vans Shoes and Billabong Clothing came forward with endorsements, outfitting the guys in snappy attire and keeping their crowds happy with swag.
By 1996, all this activity had drawn the interest of Swedish label Burning Heart, which released Home Grownís EP Wusappaning?! that year (it was recently issued domestically on San Diegoís Cargo Records). The songs "She Said" and "Alternative Girl" later became most-requested tracks on L.A. radio stalwart Rodney Bingenheimerís specialty show. Home Grown cuts found their way onto the soundtracks of several top surf/skate/board/ski films, including Warren Millerís 1996 epic, "Snowriders." The band also contributed to an Operation Ivy tribute record and the soundtrack to "Half Baked."
With no tour support, Home Grown embarked on the first of several bologna sandwich/van-and-trailer tours with punk bands The Grabbers and U.S. Bombs, who Lohrbach describes as "these older guys in leather jackets who made us feel like clean-cut Irvine kids." The highlight of the trip was Home Grownís headlining spot at The Milk Bar in Jacksonville, Fla. "Weíd never played there before and it was sold out," Lohrbach remembers. "Weíre, like, ĎOh my god, everyoneís singing the words!"
Outpost Recordings A&R exec Jon Sidel was alerted to the band by an assistant at Outpost, who also happened to work at Tower Records in Costa Mesa, one of Home Grownís strongholds. Signed to the label, the band went into the studio with producer Clif Norrell, who has engineered records by Soundgarden, Weezer, R.E.M. and Henry Rollins, among many others, and produced discs by The Refreshments and Velocity Girl.
Working at Louieís Clubhouse (owned by Outpost co-head Scott Litt and the site of recordings by R.E.M., The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana and Days of the New), Home Grown and Norrell set to work on what would become Act Your Age (released June 2, 1998). "When we made our first album, we were really pressed for time and had a tiny budget," Herco points out. "With this record, we took our time and had fun."
"We clicked with Clif right away," adds Cone. "He kept the vibe going and was incredibly patient about all the stuff we wanted to try. Scott Litt would drop by, too, and share his ideas. It was like having two great producers for the price of one!" Despite the presence of these professionals, the recording process was hardly a staid, nine-to-five affair. "On one of the last days in the studio," Cone relates, "they woke me up from a dead sleep at 4:30 in the morning to record guitar solos. It was like, ĎHuhBut I listen to them now and they sound great."
With Act Your Age, Home Grown has managed to expand their range while holding fast to their hard-won strengths. "Our sound is moving toward the more rock side of pop," Cone concedes. In terms of subject matter, Trash ventures, "My songs are a little snottier; Iím more of a pissed-off guy than Adam is. In seventh grade, I got trash-canned by an eighth-grade girl. You just donít forget that stuff. People affect me, and thatís what I write about." Of course, even angry tales like "Sheís Anti" and "Bad News Blair" appear in upbeat musical settings. "The dichotomy of the music and words makes things more twisted," concludes Trash.
Lohrbach, meanwhile, admits heís moved on somewhat from his jokey early material. "I guess I started growing up," he muses. "I started writing about life, the good and the bad. Too many songs these days only focus on the negative. I try to find a balance ó just like I do in life ó and get that message across in my own way." Not that the goofy romantic fantasy of "Surfer Girl" will be turned into an Afterschool Special anytime soon. "Even if some of the lyrics are serious, we try to keep on the bright side," Trash insists. "Thatís basically our message: The world can be a really bad place, but find a way to be happy."
The members of Home Grown stay happy by surfing, skating, boarding, going to college and playing their explosive live shows. Despite the flashes of anger and petulance in their lyrics, the guys rarely stray from the breezy attitude and solid esprit de corps that has defined them as a unit.
"Weíre all good friends, and thatís how itís been since the beginning," confirms Lohrbach. "Weíre still tight. As long as weíre having fun, weíll keep going. The moment itís not fun anymore, itís not worth it."
nocturnal I think this is the second time in a week I've been listening to something that has led me to something you wrote about the band. I thought no one knew who homegrown was. you have superb taste my friend. 010403
silentbob and im in love with you 010403
nocturnal is that so? well then I would have to say you have superb taste in two areas. hehe. 010403
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