R.I.P. Brad Nowell

1968 - 1996

"I don't practice santeria I aint got no crystal ball. I had a million dollars but I'd, I'd spend it all. If I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found, well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down.
What I really wanna know, my baby, what I really want to say I can't define. Well it's love, that I need, oh , but my soul will have to..."

- from Santeria

"You've got your ball
you've got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
who's got the claws in you my friend
into your heart I'll beat again
sweet like candy to my soul
sweet you rock and sweet you roll
lost for you I'm so lost for you

you come crash into me
and I come into you, I come into you
in a boys dream
in a boys dream..."

- from Crash

"His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!"

- from Lose Yourself
 

- from 83