With a limited number of band members (only 6 on stage tonight), TMV moved away slightly from their jam-band tendencies to play a fantastic set, albeit a relatively short one.

All in all, it was a wonderful evening with the kids from El Paso.

With the addition of Johnny Marr, the band seems to have matured quite a bit. At times, Guitarist/Singer Ryan Jarman sounds like he’s impersonating Kurt Cobain with his screeching vocals (see “Cheat on Me” or “Nothing”). Other times, you feel like you’re listening to a British version of a song from Green Day’s American Idiot. After you’re done listening to the entire thing, you realize that this doesn’t sound like New Fellas or even Men’s Needs, Women’s Needs, Whatever
at all – it sounds grown up. Listen to “Cheat on Me” and a sample of “Nothing” after the jump.

“Nothing”

“Cheat on Me”

De-Loused in the Comatorium

Check Out: “Copernicus,” ” With Twilight as my Guide & “Since We’ve Been Wrong”

What to look for on bobbysketch in the coming days/weeks:

-Videos from “The Cribs” concert
-Random talk about the Mets and how they are better than your team
-Gluttony

Ah, spring is in the air.

You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do
but keep gettin money, funny I was just like you
I had to hustle hard never give up, until I made it
Now y’all sayin that’s a clever nigga, nuttin to play with
Hate on me, I blew but I’m the same ol G
People warn me, when you’re on top there’s envy
Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us
Sayin we left the hood but can’t get it out of us
My bad, should I step out my shoes, give ‘em to you?
Here’s my cars and my house, you can live in that too
Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code
Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect hoe?

It’s a thin line between paper and hate
friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights
Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause while drivin niggas shot at my doors
Plottin I’m sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaws
Tried, stickin me up, but I flipped on these ducks (you tried)
Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up (that’s what you get)
Niggas fear what they don’t understand, hate what they can’t conquer
Guess it’s just the fury of man
Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin
I’m as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin

Full lyrics here.

The next day she went to her drawer
Look up her local attorney at law
Went to the phone and filed the police report
And then she took the guy’s ass to court
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed
‘She lies that little slut!’
The judge knew that he was full of shit
And he gave him 25 years
And now his heart is filled with tears

That night in jail it was getting late
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed
But the guards paid no attention to his cries

Although a horrific subject matter, Sublime tackles the evils of rape with humor laden lyrics. The perpetrator’s violation ends up violating him. A pretty straight forward moral tale.

Let me tell you about a girl I know
Had a drink about a hour ago
Sitting in a corner by herself
In a bar in downtown Hell
She heard a noise and she looked through the door
And saw a man she’d never seen before
Light skin, light blue eyes
A double-chin and a plastic smile
Well, her heart raced as he walked through the door
And took an empty seat next to her at the bar
‘My brand new car is parked right outside
How’d ya like to go for a ride?’
And she said, ‘Wait a minute I have to think’
He said, ‘That’s fine, may I please buy you a drink’
One drink turned into 3 or 4
And they left and got into his car
And drove away someplace real far
Now babe the time has come
How’d ya like to have a little fun?
And she said
‘If we could only please be on our way, I will not run’

That’s when things got out of control
She didn’t want to, he had his way
She said, ‘Let’s Go’
he said, ‘No Way!’
‘Come on babe it’s your lucky day
Shut your mouth, were gonna do it my way
Come on baby don’t be afraid
If it wasn’t for date rape I’d never get laid’

He finished up and started the car
He turned around and drove back to the bar
He said ‘Now baby don’t be sad
In my opinion you weren’t half-bad’
She picked up a rock
Threw it at the car
Hit him in the head
Now he’s got a big scar
Come on party people won’t you listen to me
Date rape stylee

The next day she went to her drawer
Look up her local attorney at law
Went to the phone and filed the police report
And then she took the guy’s ass to court
Well, the day he stood in front of the judge he screamed
‘She lies that little slut!’
The judge knew that he was full of shit
And he gave him 25 years
And now his heart is filled with tears

That night in jail it was getting late
He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed
But the guards paid no attention to his cries

That’s when things got out of control
The moral of the date rape story
It does not pay to be drunk and horny
But that’s the way it had to be
They locked him up and threw away the key
Well, I can’t take pity on men of his kind
even though he now takes it in the behind
Date rape!

She didn’t want to
She didn’t want to
She didn’t want to
She didn’t want to take it!

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can’t.
And everytime we fight i know it’s not right,
everytime that you’re upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can’t.

English singer-songwriter Kate Nash’s lead single is about a relationship on the verge of crumbling. Only she stands in the way of that happening by actually giving a shit. Her tongue -in-cheek lyrics are playful throughout the whole song.

Thursday night, everything’s fine, except you’ve got that look in your eye
when i’m tellin’ a story and you find it boring,
you’re thinking of something to say.
You’ll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me infront of our friends.

Then i’ll use that voice that you find annoyin’ and say something like
“yeah, intelligent input, darlin’, why don’t you just have another beer then?”

Then you’ll call me a bitch
and everyone we’re with will be embarrassed,
and i wont give a shit.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can’t.
And everytime we fight i know it’s not right,
everytime that you’re upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can’t.

You said I must eat so many lemons
’cause i am so bitter.
I said
“i’d rather be with your friends mate ’cause they are much fitter.”

Yes, it was childish and you got agressive,
and i must admit that i was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.

My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can’t.
And everytime we fight i know it’s not right,
everytime that you’re upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can’t.

Your face is pasty ’cause you’ve gone and got so wasted, what a suprise.
Don’t want to look at your face ’cause it’s makin’ me sick.
You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, i cannot be bothered with this.

Well, i’ll leave you there ’til the mornin’,
and i purposly wont turn the heating on
and dear God, i hope i’m not stuck with this one.