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The Bomb
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If Grunge was the sound of America eating it's young, then Seattle's post grunge trio, Flake, is a fitting after dinner liqueur: thick and heady, charcoal mellowed and ready for consumption by and unsuspecting public. Don't be fooled by the seeming sweetness of their gripping melodies, this is a band with a bite. Ravenously sought by legions of fans up and down the west coast, Flake's bristly danger-pop and raging soul core is catching on. Their always hum-able, usually caustic tunes are burning themselves into audience craniums where ever the lads stop to play a show. Guitarist Rob Middleton and Bassist Ken Ackerlund, native Seattleites and longtime friends formed Flake from the ashes of Random Song Generator in 1992. For around six years the band played Seattle's premier clubs such as The Crocodile, Moe's, the Colour Box, Rckndy, The Lake Union Pub with great pop bands of the day such as Sister Psychic, Pop Sickle, Goodness, Love Battery and many more. The band went through several drummers (some more than once!) including Scott Schickler and Craig Bradford both of Swallow fame. Finally, Rob Cunningham (The Lemons) joined the band and stay on until the guys decided to take an extended hiatus after releasing their second full length "Wild Cool Anger" in 1997. See Flake live at the Comet Tavern, Seattle WA on St Patrick's Day March 17, 2007 Flake
Song Info
Genre
Pop Trap-Pop
Charts
#13,987 today Peak #107
#786 in subgenre Peak #9
Author
Rawb Middletion
Rights
1996
Uploaded
January 07, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB 128 kbps 3:03
Story behind the song
The title of the song was inspired by a piece of gorilla art that shut down the city of Seattle. An artist created a huge plaster heart on the bed of an old flat bed truck, and drove it into the center of the city shopping district and flattened the tires. His message was that development was destroying the heart of the city. Unfortunately, the phrase "The Bomb" was spray painted on the tail gait of the truck, so the cops shut down everything and brought out the bomb sniffing robot to save the day. The artist turned himself in and ended up doing community service to pay for his "crime"
Lyrics
Locked in the box I swear there's gold. Gold in your socks, your hair, your soul. Burst on the scene to take what's left. Burst all the seams and split my chest. And I'll go to hell, I swear, I swear, come with me. I did well, I swear, I swear. And I'll go to school, I swear, I care, serious. This thing I do, I swear I swear, honestly. I'll go to hell, I swear, I swear.
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