ND¢
Excerpts from his submission letter:
“The sheer kick-assery…is beyond mere words…[Where’s Scott Cann] is pure old school speedcore-death- satan-evil-punk-metal…This shit is pure fucking wizard magic, and you can thank me later.”
ND¢, it’s later: thank you.
Words & music by OMAR + The Spitmonkeys.
OMAR + The Spitmonkeys were the single greatest rock band of all time. We recorded songs on a boom box in between 1994 and 1997. It was just me, my buddy Casey, and various other guys that I was in highschool with who would gather in driveways, stores, basements, or anywhere we could; open up some Coors Lights (if we had managed to get some), and make what can loosely be defined as music. We rarely wrote songs before recording them and instruments were usually a guitar, and whatever else was handy, including guitar cases, spoons, etc. All the guys that were in OMAR at one time or another now have real jobs, mortgages, and/or kids, and they also have a shitty audiotape recording of (if not the happiest) then the most alive that they have ever been.
Where's Scott Cann?
Where's the man?
Scott Cann
Drove a red Saturn
Do I did a ninety
Scott drove a red Saturn
Through a tree
SCOTT
Did a 360 on Dixie Road
Doing 99
Gonna live his life
Behind 69
God loves him
Scott
He's dead
Got a brother
Dates some hick from Ware Shoals
SCOTT
Scott Cann
SCOTT
Scott Cann
Scott Cann
You know I love him / He's a fucked up man
SCOTT
Scott Cann
SCOTT
Scott Cann
SCOTT
Scott Cann
You know I love him / He's a fucked up man
Yeah I love Ware Shoals Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Scott Cann
