40TiL5's blog: "PISS UP A ROPE"

Im going to dedicate my first blog to the band WEEN.  Why? Because I love the way this band can be so versitile from hardcore sounds such as with their first band Moist Boys, to their country songs, Ween is fun for the whole family!

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12 Golden Country Greats
Released	July 16, 1996
Recorded	November 2-November 8, 1995

12 Golden Country Greats is Ween's fifth album, and third for Elektra Records.

This album marked the first time Ween limited themselves to a specific genre of music. Bringing in a wide variety of seasoned (and sometimes legendary) Nashville musicians (including Buddy Spicher, Bobby Ogdin and The Jordanaires), the album sought to recreate the sound of golden-age country music with a great amount of success, while also combining this sound with classic Ween on such tracks as "Piss Up a Rope." Later, Ween would assemble many of the session musicians again into a touring band dubbed The Shit Creek Boys.

There are three theories regarding the title of the album. The first claim is that it refers to the dozen veteran musicians, known as The Shit Creek Boys, who played on the album. The second claim refers to the fact that the band did indeed record twelve songs during the demo sessions for the album. When it came time to record the actual album, the band chose not to use two of the songs but also decided not to change the album title. The two removed songs were titled "I Got No Darkside" and "So Long, Jerry". "So Long, Jerry", a tribute to the recently deceased Jerry Garcia, did wind up as a B-Side on the "Piss Up a Rope" single. The third claim is that the album is adversely titled merely as a tongue-in-cheek gesture.

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV 
And if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me 
She takes all my money and leaves me no smokes 
Yells at my buddies and insults my folks 
I'm breakin' my back doin' the best that I can 
She's got time for the dog and none for her man 
And I'm no dope, but I can't cope 
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope 

You can piss up a rope 
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin' 
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag 
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin' 
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle 
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle 
And I can't cope -- piss up a rope 

Uh, you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble 
You can piss up a rope and watch me giggle 
For the last 6 months I been packin' your bag 
You can wash my balls with a warm, wet rag 
Till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk 
I'm sick of your mouth and your 2 percent milk 
And I'm no dope, but I've lost all hope 
So hit the fuckin' road and piss up a rope 

You can piss up a rope 
And you can put on your shoes, hit the road get truckin' 
Pack your bag, I don't need the ag 
On your knees you big, booty bitch start suckin' 
You ride my ass like a horse in a saddle 
Now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle 
And I can't cope -- piss up a rope 

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