OH hey there friends.  The furliest frond friends of mine..

My buddy Nick decided to further give up the punk ghost on his quest for adulthood and he started doing a music clean out of old shit he’s too square to listen to now..  Some of those items were some pretty prime Misfits vinyl, and it pained me because, those are some fucking sick albums.

So like any pretentious horn rimmed vinyl collector before me, I of course purchased them and perhaps helped him buy a steak and whatever else white people enjoy while wearing khakis and sensible shoes.

Nick’s a real friend you know, because he tossed in a Siouxsie and the Banshees CD.  I will almost forget that he has spent the better part of our friendship screaming about bats, living room owls, and foot pissery.

Anywho.

If you’re new around the graveyard, you might be unfamiliar with my personal hatred for Glen Danzig.  I may come from the fact that we are both five feet tall, but there’s something that happens when you get two short people around each other for too long, it just turns into some type of totally politically incorrect midget wrestling.

I was willing to shelve my personal hatred of the Zig, and got to listening to some old Misfits and damn..  I’m eating some crow over here because even removed from my thirteen year old years, these albums are pretty great and really representative to me of a lot of the reasons I started listening to punk and metal.

Anyways, here’s a special THRASH edition of Trash/Thrash Tuesdays, with “Die Die My Darling” by the Misfits.

Die die die my darling
Don’t utter a single word
Die die die my darling
Just shut your pretty eyes

I’ll be seeing you again
I’ll be seeing you in hell

Come cryin’ to me now baby
Your future’s in an oblong box yeah
Come cryin’ to me oh baby
Should’ve seen it was coming on
Come crying to me now baby
Had to know it was in your palm
Come crying to me now baby
Dead end zone for a dead end girl
Come crying to me now baby
And now your life drains on the floor
Come crying to me now baby

Die die die my darling
Don’t utter a single word
Die die die my darling
Just shut your pretty mouth
I’ll be seeing you again
I’ll be seeing you
In hell

I’m still gonna beat the shit out of Danzig one day.  Hear me, there old lift kit?  Consider this your swan song.