FOLK​-​PUNK YOURSELF! (Radio Edit)

by Andy Warpigs

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about

The smash debut e.p. from ANDY WARPIGS! Here is your rare, once in a life time chance to hear this band without having the word f*ck yelled in your face every 25 seconds! Feel free and sanctioned by God all mighty to play this record:

-at school!
-at the office!
-on the way to church!
-for conservative and other sensitive people with backwards world views
-while attempting to nap, or under the influence of downers or in other suggestive states!

Here's what some people had to say about this record!

"If Folk Punk Yourself is any indication, Andy Warpigs is a complicated man. The title alone might suggest searing rage or soul-numbing apathy. However, the songs in this CD, Andy’s first, communicate something else entirely – humor, honesty, and just enough angst to keep things real.

The members of the band are: Andy Warpigs-guitar and ukulele, Jellyroll Jenkins-lead guitar, Jackson Bollox-bass, and Sabotage Dali- trumpet, melodica. But Andy does all the songwriting for the group.

Their sound is rooted in a clean blend of old school rock & roll and folk. And as with this all good comedy each humorous song makes a point in its own cheeky way (Drown My Baby).

However, Andy’s more than cheeky. He’s serious about what he sings (Everybody Likes You Now), he’s socially aware (N Bombs and C Bombs) and he’s romantic in his own quirky way (Chili Pepper). All together that makes him a good punk folk artist, with a fine band of musicians beside him.
Favorite tracks: Everybody Likes You Now, Stfu
Original post date: March 27, 2014"

-Cindy Dunn, Bands Around Town: www.bandsaroundtown.net



"Local musician Andy Warpigs has released his first album, Folk Punk Yourself, via the up-and-coming independent music label 56 Street Records.

The album, which includes 8 tracks, is self-described as “collection of counterculture anthems for the counterculture crowd.”

“It’s a lot more sarcastic than anything that has come out recently,” Warpigs said. “I’m not good at being serious. Sometimes folk punk can be serious, but most of the better bands are more sarcastic, and I think it can sometimes be a better way of expressing stuff.”

Withsong titles like “Stfu,” “Paddy’s a Junkie,” and the single “Drown My Baby,” the record exemplifies themes found in traditional punk music with folk-like aspects such as the use of rhythmic acoustic strumming patterns and ukulele-led tracks.

Warpigs said the darker sense of humor was put on the album to weed out people that don’t have a sense of humor.

“It’s satirical and puts me in a different category of band…some might think it’s crass or insensitive, but I’m going to the humorous crowds. ‘Drown my Baby’ is a bit about relapsing out of drugs and coming out of shitty areas…not literally people drowning babies, but crazy girlfriends and stuff. That’s a case of using sarcasm to express things that are more painful.”

Warpigs feels good about his first album and is proud of it’s professional-quality sound. However, he said he was able to do so at about a sixth of what the normal cost of producing an album would be, and that the producer has had decades of experience in recording independently.

“There was no one in the process looking to make money,” Warpigs said. “It was really anti-commercial the way we produced this, which kind of goes with the theme of the record.”

As his album gains traction, with “Drown My Baby” receiving over 500 views within a week on Youtube, Warpigs is continuing with his normal appearances around the Valley–from Funny World to Long Wong’s in Tempe–practicing his true passion and sharing it with others.

“What I’m trying to accomplish is I’m trying to say things that other people don’t or can’t say, even though the things I’m saying are ridiculous sometimes,” Warpigs said. “I pissed off a couple people, but music isn’t supposed to be this elitist thing, it should inspire people.” "

-Becky Brisley, www.valleyhype.com




"Last weekend belonged to the uke-punk stylings of Andy Warpigs who released their first LP Folk Punk Yourself at Lost Leaf in Phoenix. I was one of the few and the fortunate to get my hands on an early copy and haven’t been able to take it out of my CD player since. Emerging from the met muddy waters of weird folk and punk, Andy Warpigs can deliver drug-addled anthems and bar room ballads with a mixture of political and personal zest.

Folk Punk Yourself opens with “Drown My Baby”, a rollicking rocknroll number that matches driving guitar licks with rowdy lyrics that will have you laughing while you dance. By the time you reach “N Bombs and C Bombs”, the second track, you’ll have a feel for the infectious rambunctiousness that marks Andy Warpigs as one of those bands you definitely want to know.

The album has its occasional reflective moments. “Everyone Likes You Now” is one such track on the album that captured rank as one of my favorites, but by the following track, “Ego Death”, Andy Warpigs is once again slinking along with its gritty groove.The stellar vocal stylings of Andy Warpigs (the man behind the band, not the band itself this time) can kick up the kitsch for “Drown My Baby”, then take it down for the sweet-sounding “Chili Pepper”, without fully relinquishing the kitsch.

This album has a lot more going on that catchy ditties that can rile up a live crowd. That’s not to say Folk Punk Yourself is without catchy ditties (hear closing track “STFU”). It has substance and style. Produced and mixed by Mike Red and the band at 56th Street Records with a host of talented players joining the music-making cast of Andy Warpigs, Folk Punk Yourself is a must for fans the uke-punx movement and weird folk alike.

You can listen to Folk Punk Yourself through Spotify here, but you’re definitely going to want to get your hands on your very own physical copy as soon as possible. Head out to a live show for a CD and you won’t be disappointed. The album will also be available through Lawn Gnome Publishing in Phoenix for only five bones and the proceeds will help support our favorite downtown bookshop. "

Lenore LaNova, www.yabyumwest.com

credits

released January 30, 2016

Andy Warpigs: Guitar, Vocals
Justin White: Drums
Jellyroll Jenkins: Guirar
Jackson Bollox: Bass
Sabotage Dhali: Melodica, Trumpet, Xylophone

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Track Name: Drown My Baby (Radio Edit
She took my pills and my cocaine
She's got three people in her brain
She took my cares and she said fuck it
She drowned my baby in a bucket

She dug up all my astro-turf
She's turning blue on the floor like a smurf(tm)
She took my hopes and dreams she said fuck it
She drowned my baby in a bucket

She even killed my dear old dog
Strung up and butchered like a hog
On a tasteful platter with corn and beans
And now I'm beggin' darlin' please

She took my cares and she said fuck it
She drowned my baby in a bucket

In E major

Verse:
Emaj
Amaj
Bmaj
Emaj

Bridge:
Emaj
Amaj
Bmaj
Emaj

Chrous:
Emaj
Amaj
Bmaj

End on G (the chord, not the drug)
Track Name: N Bombs & C Bombs (Radio Edit)
Well, growing up I wasn't the hippest kid around
My friends got fucking high and most of them were brown
And we didn't give a fuck we brought guns and knives to school
And drugs
We hopped the fence when we got bored it didn't get us down

We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs
On all the bratty preppies at the junior prom
Yeah you know that Eric Harris could've done nobody harm
Dropping n bombs and c bombs

And now I steal my beers from the circle k(tm)
And I slam them in the parking lot
And I'm hanging out in the Vietnamese grocery store
Cause I just don't give a fuck anymore

We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs
On all the motherfuckers walking down the street
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
No you don't wanna fuck with me (not even a little)

Yeah I know I might not be the nicest guy you know
But at least I'm not some methed-out knife carrying hobo
And At least I'm not like one of those Westboro Baptist church fuckers
I'm just sayin' what's on my mind if that makes me a terrorist
then fuck it

We're dropping n bombs and c bombs
All over North Korea Yemen and Iran
Yeah you know Bush and Obama could've done nobody harm
Droppin' n bombs and c bombs

We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs
on your mother fucking dad, and your dick sucking mom
N bombs and c bombs
We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs
on your dick sucking dad, and your mother fucking mom
N bombs and c bombs

We're droppin' n bombs and c bombs
Yeah that's all that I do anymore all day long
That's why I'm getting drunk sitting out on my front lawn
Droppin' n bombs and c bombs

We're Droppin' n bombs, we're droppin' c bombs
on your dick sucking dad, and your mother fucking mom
N bombs and c bombs

(In G major)

Verse:
Gmaj, Cmaj,
Gmaj, G7,Dmaj,D7
Gmaj, Cmaj
Dmaj,D7,

Chorus:
Gmaj, Cmaj,
Gmaj, G7,Dmaj,D7
Gmaj, Cmaj
Dmaj,D7, Gmaj

Bridge:
Cmaj, D7
Gmaj
Cmaj, D7
Gmaj
Cmaj, D7
Gmaj (walkdown) Emin
Cmaj, D7
Gmaj
Track Name: Everybody Likes You Now
Oh it's been so long since they turned away
They got so used to saying no
You met that pretty girl and she earned her stay
She said she'd love you long ago

I guess I'll keep on trying
Until I'm sick of lying

You've got a new car, and you bought a new house
And everybody likes you now, everyone likes you
And you're over the crowd, it's their problem now
And everybody likes you now
Everyone likes you

And now you sit and while the hours away
You've made a lot of happy men
So dull you can't be bothered day to day
You simply do the best you can

I guess I'll keep on trying
Until I'm sick of lying

You've got a new car, and you bought a new house
And everybody likes you now, everyone likes you
And you're over the crowd, it's their problem now
And everybody likes you now
Everyone likes you



In C Major:

Verse:
Cmaj, Amin
Cmaj. Gmaj. G7
Cmaj, Amin
Cmaj. Gmaj. G7

Bridge:
Fmaj, Gmaj, G7

Chorus:
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7

Bridge 2: (instrumental)
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7

Verse:
Cmaj, Amin
Cmaj. Gmaj. G7
Cmaj, Amin
Cmaj. Gmaj. G7

Bridge:
Fmaj, Gmaj, G7

Chorus:
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7
Cmaj, Amin
Fmaj. Gmaj, G7
G7
Cmaj
Track Name: Ego Death (Radio Edit)
I love to play in traffic and throw fits at the store
You give me all you've got and baby all I want is more

'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child
and my ego's four feet tall
Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all

I've been drinkin' liquor baby I've been smokin' dope
You're probably gonna find me at the end of a rope
I've been drinkin' liquor baby I've been smokin' dope
You'll probably find me jerking at the end of a rope

'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child
and my ego's four feet tall
Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all

Well I love to play in traffic I steal my liquor from the store
You give me everything that you got baby baby I want more

'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child
and my ego's four feet tall
Yeah you wanted a man yeah you ain't got one of those at all

'Cause I'm a Child I'm a selfish fucked up child
and my ego's ten feet tall
Yeah you wanted a man yeah you Know I ain't much of one at all

In E Major:

Verse:
Emaj, Amaj
Emaj, Amaj

Chorus:
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj

Bride (instrumental):
Emaj
MUTE/Scratch

Verse:
Emaj, Amaj
Emaj, Amaj

Chorus:
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj

Verse:
Emaj, Amaj
Emaj, Amaj

Chorus:
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj


Chorus:
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj
Bmaj, Amaj
Emaj

End on E (the chord, but MDMA is o.k. too...)
Track Name: Coke & Smokes (Radio Edit)
Well I Walk down the streets I don't know where I am
I'm lost and confused and I don't give a good goddamn
And I stopped giving a damn long ago

Well I just didn't care that's how I got there
I got so goddamn high I wasn't aware
Wasn't aware I was going nowhere

Cocaine alcohol and cigarettes yeah
That's about as good as life can get
I don't got no time for no regrets
Just pour me a shot of whiskey
And give me one last goddamn cigarette

Yeah I knew a girl she was the love of my life
I always thought one day she'd be my wife until
She took that cocaine over me

Yeah I met another girl and I just didn't care
I took her love and I threw it down stairs
For another shot of cheap fucking whiskey

Cocaine alcohol and cigarettes yeah
That's about as much as a man can expect
I don't got no time for no regrets
Just pour me a shot of whiskey
Chop me up another lines, and get me one last
goddamn cigarette

In E Minor:

Verse:
Emin, Amin
B7, Emin
Emin, Amin
B7, Emin

Chorus:
Amin,
Emin
B7
B7
B7
B7, Emin

Bridge(instrumental):
Emin
Amin
Emin
B7
Emin
Amin
Emin
B7
Emin


Verse:
Emin, Amin
B7, Emin
Emin, Amin
B7, Emin

Chorus:
Amin,
Emin
B7
B7
B7
B7, Emin
Track Name: Chili Pepper
She's my chii pepper
She makes my heart burn
And the sting reminds me
Never to cross her

When I hold her in my arms
I know that she's the one
Rooted in the earth and slowly
Crawling toward the sun

Oh dancing in the garden
So bright and so clean
Merry me oh merry me
Oh won't you merry me
My chili pepper

She's my chili pepper so soft and so demure
Rooted in the earth and fed by waters that run pure
Yeah she greats the morning and kisses the moonlight
Twirling in the gardens where you'll find her day in night

Oh dancing in the garden
So bright and so clean
Merry me oh merry me
Oh won't you merry me
My chili pepper

She's my chii pepper
She makes my heart burn
And the sting reminds me
Never to cross her
Never never ever pepper

In C Major:

Verse:
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7

Bridge:
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7
Cmaj

Verse:
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7

Bridge:
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7
Cmaj

last verse:
Verse:
Cmaj, Amin,
Fmaj, Gmaj,G7
Gmaj,G7
Cmaj
Track Name: Pady's A Junkie (Radio Edit)
Bad-ass son of an IRA bomber
Now he's wasted now hes a goner
Now he's a junkie

He used to beat ass all over town
Now his only mate's Mr. Brown
Not talking' bout Gordon

And the family is doing worse
You know we gotta break this
Break this shameful curse
Maybe strangeways is the place for me
Now Pady's a Junkie

No more potatoes no more guiness
He wants a rig with some brown shite in it
Shoot it right in the bollox

Jamie's gone psycho since Fergal died
Or Mandy's been getting with some real shitty guys now
Get the knife and the poison

Have you ever seen an Irish bloke so high
You know a dealer shouldn't knick his own supply
Maybe Strange ways is the place for me
Now Pady's a junkie

And the family is doing worse
You know we gotta break this
Break this shameful curse
Maybe strangeways is the place for me
Now Pady's a Junkie

In c maj:

bridge (instrumental):
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Fmaj, (walkdown) Dmin
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Gmaj

Verse:
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Dmin, Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Dmin, Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Gmaj

Chorus:
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj

bridge (instrumental):
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Fmaj, (walkdown) Dmin
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Gmaj

Verse:
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Dmin, Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Dmin, Gmaj
Cmaj,Fmaj,
Gmaj

Chorus:
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj

Chorus:
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj, (walkdown) Amin
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj
Track Name: STFU (Radio Edit)
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Shut the fuck up
In the parking lot
You're drunk

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Yeah you wanna play your
Guitar at the mall
But they wanna hear rap music
So shut up nigga

Shut the fuck up fuck up
Shut the fuck up fuck up
Shut the fuck up fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up
Shut up

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Yeah you're trying to voice an opinion
They don't agree with on the news
And the Black helicopters are circling
So shut up

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Shut the fuck up
In the parking lot
You're drunk

Quiet now*

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up
*Oh Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up

1-2-3-4

Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
Shut up
Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up
*Oh Shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up

*Warpigs OUT!


In C Major:

Cmaj
Cmaj Gmaj
Cmaj
Fmaj, Gmaj
Cmaj

(Whole song)