I originally composed this back around 2001, but I got a Peavey amplifier and a Fender Squire, so I was able to re-record it this year.
I never gave this composition a name, but the rhythm from this actually helped me learn one phrase in Russian: “Ya magu gavarit pa Ruskie.”
“I speak Russian.”
The devushkas (young, unmarried Russian women) would laugh when I finished it with: “Angliski nyet!”
That means, “English, no.”
And that’s technically true.
I used to, anyway. I was chasing the Russian and Armenian tails in my apartment complex in Van Nuys, California back then. Nice-looking girls-and with manners!
You don’t see that in Los Angeles-especially in the San Fernando Valley. The Valley is the Detroit of Porn, you know. That actually makes sense when you consider the fact that General Motors used to build the Camaro and the Firebird there.
One sleek body design for another sleek body design, I always say.
Keep in mind that I actually have severe brain damage and that I really should not have any ability to do this. So, shove that up your right-wing ass, Crescent Hardy.
I’m so glad that bastard lost his bid for re-election! It would just be great if he had a severe stroke or a spine-crushing automobile accident, because either one of those couldn’t happen to a more humane son-of-a-whore.