Satan's Kicking Yr. *** In, Part Iii - Lyrics - Racebannon
Racebannon was formed in Indianapolis in 1996 by Michael Anderson and James Bauman. The group cites The Melvins, Melt Banana, and Ice Nine as early influences. They cobbled together a lineup from members of other Indianapolis hardcore punk bands and released their first 7" record in 1998. Many other 7"'s, split 7"'s, and compilation appearances followed, as well as the band's debut album, First There Was The Emptiness. The group's name comes from Dr. Quest's bodyguard in the Jonny Quest franchise. Among the group's unusual sonic attributes is the use of DJ scratching, but as a conduit for noise rather than a rhythmic accompaniment . After moving to Bloomington, Indiana, they signed with Secretly Canadian, who released their full-length In the Grips of the Light. The album was recorded with Mike Mogis of Lullaby for the Working Class, and resulted in their winning praise from Alternative Press. 2002's Satan's Kickin' Yr Dick In, was a concept album revolving around a Faustian bargain and was also produced by Mogis. Over the course of the album , the protagonist, Rodney, sells his soul to Satan in exchange for the chance to become a drag queen rock star. The group performed at SXSW in 2003. Their most recent album, Acid or Blood, appeared in 2008 on Southern Records. Another album, entitled Six Sik Sisters, and a 12" remix of a Merzbow track have also been named as future releases.
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Transformed into the sound of world reknowned divas. It's only big bright lights from here on out. Given that gift yu sing and that sexy figure, here's yr symphony. Rhonda, show yr face to the world. Provide us with the gift that is the empowerment of yr voice. Yr late night proclamation needs redeemed of yr humiliation. Sure, in between yr legs lies a *** foreign not ever there. And the *** you held so dear, well, Rodney, yr long forgotten.
Rhonda: "My stain's washed out. But, I can remember why I came out beaming so bright. It's time to meet the public."
Club owner: "Six minutes, Rhonda yr on."
Never has a person beheld a package of sound and beauty as darling yet overwhelming as what they were witnessing. Rhonda is a flaming success and Rodney is something long forgotten.
Rhonda: "Now I just need some greenback supply and my music will make me everything."
When the clothes start flying off, you know it's time to watch. Watch I did. You won't believe what I saw. Piles and Piles of men and women nude. Leaking from every orifice mustered up. Rhonda was their desire. Scared of every claw, every aching eye, those so familiar eyes from some unknown night. With Rodney standing by understanding the meaning of his new anatomy. What strange anatomy. And these people bought all the rights.
Rhonda: "Considering the circumstances, I imagine that there's worse. Payoff is payoff, no matter what it's worth. I hope the soreness dies soon. Soon in the end and down over. But now I'm starting to see some certain shine. It's holding my mind, taking me away for just a few minutes more. This minute's score is certainly something special. I am never going to let go. I've earned the right never to let go."
But wait...
Rhonda: "Oh, how everything seems to be in new shades of colors. I've got a feeling in my head. It's tremendous. I can actually see myself glowing. Even in the post-*** presentation. With my lipstick smeared and my hair in a toss, I can vision the crown and gown draping me, in full view of millions of TVs inside millions of homes. There's millions of TVs inside millions of homes. Ladedadeda disillusioned..."
