Behind the Tribute It is with GREAT pleasure that I present to you this collection of Wesley Willis covers. For many, this has been a long trip completed within a short period of time. Each contributing artist was given the task of taking their Wesley track of choice and putting a whole new spin to it! The goal now (as it has always been) was to honor Wesley by showing the world that people from different musical backgrounds listen to his music and words.
I'm confident and proud in the work that each of the artists have done. Many were careful to mold their track just right as they wanted to do something that wouldn't disgrace the Wesley name. And it is my firm opinion, that each artist has succeeded in doing this.
"Thanks" deserve to go all around. First off, thanks to Wesley; he was one cool dude that broke new ground in rock n roll, punk, and music in general! Next, thanks to the heart and soul of this project: the artists; mad props go out to them because without them, there wouldn't be this tribute album. Then there's Tom Gordon and Loren Hill; Loren was essential in referring many of the bands, and Tom not only recorded quite a number of the contributors, but he also mastered the tracks. Of course, Archive.org can't be forgotten either: they were kind enough to host all the MP3 files! Finally, thanks go out to all the people who helped out in other ways: creating buddy icons, flyers, spreading the word, and more.
Now, sit back, click on an MP3, and enjoy the tunes!
Hey best myspace friend forever! I hope you are having the greatest life, because you are the reason I get up in the morning. This world needs more of you!!!
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Check out the radio remix of Irate Sally
up in our player and on 106.1 FM The Corner in C'ville!
Irate Sally
irate sally with a gun in her hand
blew through the head of her two timin' man
sam said this sure wasn't in my plan
she just whacked me and she sacked me
in the back of my van
the supersonic message sender spit out the point
and split his apparatus like a dove-tail joint
went rippin through sally's bridal magazines
starting a paper mache' bouquet for her dead dream
cock-sure excuses float away with the smoke
sally stands there thinking of her own private, private joke
laughing then leavin' and singing out loud
a victory song that would make her momma proud
sally takes sammy's visa - gets a cash advance
and buys sam a mocking pair of crotchless pants
and a one-way for a red-eye down to mexico
she calls sam up before it's time to go
sings him a message on his failing machine
he's got a fucked up version of "my ding-a-ling"
Reject for the NewYorker:Ode to St. Francis in two paraphrases
Ode to St. Francis in two paraphrases
Feminine with a disco beat
Girl,
Give me the reframing ideas to live with the exploiter of the commodities
That will be there untill the whole world is nothing but an endless strip mall
Girl, give me the will power to not eat at the first fast food restaurant I seeing
Driving down the street
Girl, give me the pride to give away all my fashionable clothing to the stylistically challenged
Give me a needle and thread to cloth the gouty
Male speed metal
Muse, give me the alluring nature and work ethic
To live with the maggots of the universe
That will be there until all the bones are picked clean
Give me a the stomach to flick these maggots into the carp pond
Give me a saw to cut off my own limps,
Which are infected with the tentaclistic tumors,
And toss them to the dogs
Give me tools to build shrines
Give me visions to see beauty
