Tuesday, February 14, 2006


There was a magazine article I read about this awhile back. Can't remember which magazine, but it was about songs being used for commercials that are deceivingly happy-go-lucky, when in reality the lyrics are about drugs, sex and death. For the Garnier Fructis commercials, the models are all smiles and having fun & laughs. But the music playing is a song called "Diamonds and Guns" by the Transplants. Awesome fucking band for which Travis Barker, formerly of Blink 182, is the drummer. The lyrics dispel any notion that this is anywhere near what I'd call a "happy-go-lucky" song:

Diamonds And Guns
Bombs going off in Sierra Leone
taken more shots than Karl Malone
Battle looms, your doomed, injustice entombed
Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?
Who gonna mine them, when the time comes?
Diamonds and Guns, Diamonds and Guns.

It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving
It's a wicked world that we live in
It's cruel and unforgiving

Knock, knock, knock, who's that? It's Momma, son
Lookin' for the bitch who took the money and run
Now the daylight's gone and there's no more fun
And who's the fuckin' bitch who stole all the heroin?

Heroin, heroin, it's all gone
Smoked it all up, and now you got none
And now you look around and that's not the plan
This is not what you had in mind

I shot, in heaven, now I cry
No one lives forever, in fact we all die
From those who bust shots to those who stuff cops
To those who serve rocks on all the hard blocks

Every last soul must pay the last toll
In the dice game of life, who gets the last roll?
Is it the one with the suit? The one with the sack?
The one who hides behind his fuckin' gun and his badge?
Negative outlook? Well that's how I'm livin'
And like he said, it's a wicked world we live in
It's a wicked world we live in

I'm wiggin out, flippin' out, hearts is what I'm rippin' out
I'm slippin' out, I'm dippin' out, killin's what I'm livin' out
Pick 'em, let me pick 'em out, spin and let me whip it out
Gat to your face with the fuckin' bullets stickin' out
Missin' out, diss and bout, blood's what you're pissin' out
84 I'm Crazy Horse, shootin' up, I'm illin' out
Rippin' out, I'm trippin' out, different now, I'm pimpin' out
any color at my belt and ouch while they're clippin out
Criminal I'm hittin' out, in L.A. no gettin' out
2 1 3, pack your P, fly wicked style
Listen now, I'm sinnin' out, a 6-pack I'm sippin' out


yo, representin no doubt
2002 baby transplants


Blogger Maggs said...

i'd probably know it if i heard it

1:34 PM, February 14, 2006  
Blogger the depressed nurse said...

I love the Transplants. Enjoyed reading your blog.

8:39 PM, February 14, 2006  

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