It's fucked up but true. How Fucked Up Are You? Posted on February 25,GMT.
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Sitting with Mike on this shadowy stoop, as roadies pop open Gator cases in the foreground, are guitarist Josh Zucker and bassist Sandy Miranda notoriously raucous frontman Damien Abraham, along with drummer Ben Cook and guitarist Jonah Falco, is fulfilling press duties elsewhere. Serious, or not, the record is definitely a departure for the six-piece. But why the conveyer-belt approach to putting out music?
As bizarrely mundane as it seems now, when I was a kid my biggest ambition was to one day live in Canada; whilst my classmates fantasised about playing for England or becoming astronauts, my daydreams — inspired mostly by my hero at the time, the Canuck wrestling superstar Bret 'Hit Man' Hart — took place in the decidedly more down to earth settings of the Great White North. Throughout my teenage years any thoughts of repatriation disappeared along with the notion that wrestling was a real sport, but recently a torrent of awesome, inspiring music Arcade Fire, Destroyer, Junior Boys, Owen Pallet, Constantines, Wolf Parade, Broken Social Scene et al has got me thinking again. I mean come on: can you imagine how sweet and laid-back life must be in a country that awards one of its most prestigious music prizes to a hardcore band named Fucked Up?
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And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love. Just in different ways.
Intro Boosie Bad Azz, say lil K these niggas acting funny with me now? I'm to the head but my hustle ain't gone ya feel me? I'm Innocent til proving guilty or til God kill me I ain't got nothing in these streets now I'm back to robbing good thing I'm in these streets and I know who got it I'm in a world where ain't no fucking rules in em so I live by the code strap up and blues niggas all my friends in the wind since my ends gone, my bad bitches down to 2 since my benz gone, I can't sleep I'm having nightmares fucked up thinking bout that zoom zoom thinking what I did wrong, niggas in the hood mane don't even speak no more treat Lil Boosie Boo like he nero damn.