Two beautiful tons of Detroit steel
I wanna take you to Bakersfield
Hygenically challenged American chrome
Spread all across the lawn of our motel home I wanna take you to Bakersfield (x4) Oh let me take you there, I've got a pass for the track
Smell the nitro honey, feel the sun on your back
C'mon c'mon red-headed sinner put your foot to the floor
And I'll show you what Jesus gave you STP for I wanna take you to Bakersfield (x4)
Yeah yeah yeah! In a fat back lounge at the end of the day
We'll be soaking all the dust off the desert away
Clyde's in the bathroom with Tiny the gator
Yeah I wanna be your top eliminator
Oh yes I do I wanna take you to Bakersfield (x8?)
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There's a clean, simple sound to a lot of this that Condition Blue detractors might appreciate. I'm ten years older now than when I made Bath, and right now, after all that morbid stuff, it only really feels like about three. There's rockin' shit and there's a big ballad or two and some weird little pop songs and a nice family sing-along about penguins. I hope you like it.
The Butcher Says..
Bakersfield is a place a couple of hours north of Los Angeles where seekers after Purity Of Tone stand in the desert and watch drag racing before cruising the bars of this fine and patriotic borough, and maybe stopping by at one of its lifestyle motel complexes. This particular tune was inspired by a conversation in Boardner's Bar, Hollywood, with Iain O'Higgins and Cole Coonce of the Braindead Soundmachine, whose subsequent attempts to lend decency to the whole concept are never going to wash with this writer. Source: Pat Letter 1993-08-30
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12Dec2005 8:09 AM (17 years 298 days ago)
was just in bakersfield for the weekend ( i know i know but it couldn't be avoided), and just let me say....it's all true, and then some.