Recorded most likely in 1990, it first appeared in the collection "Calling Doctor Death." It belongs in that pantheon of "early" Cheese Mites songs, along side "Vomit Your Senses" and "I Want to be Happy," though clearly dating outside of the "American Snufmeg Era," which closed in 1985.
It is as musically traditional a toe-tapping "hit from the Sixties" could be, with a light peppy beat, tuneful transitions, hummable melody all chugging away with a basic rock and roll band augmented by a chirpy Farfisa organ keyboard. The disarmingly catchy nature of the music, however, is seemingly at variance with lyrics, which continue to provoke responses of those incapable of laboring to scrutinize the underlying moral message.
Naturally, the title and refrain are unrepentantly repellent in their provocation, which to the lazy and casual observer see it as nothing more than merely lasciviously tantalizing and offensive. However, knowing the historical use of humor and agitation (for it's own sake) as Johnny & Williwill have established throughout their career, even to this point, allows, for those with stronger intellectual prowess, one to see the song and lyrics for what it is: fun and funny. Humor, as is often held, is a chief component in the expression of higher mental functions. Insults intended.
They call him the dark lord of the Underworld
But, he is my pal.
I've learned all the tricks of Anton Levay
And they got me my gal.
She's my all night penis garage
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She's my all night penis garage
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She used to be so shy
Now all that has changed
With the devil's helping hand
Her mind's been rearranged.
She's my all night penis garage
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She's my all night penis garage
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She makes things so very convenient for me.
I am Lucifer's desciple
She is Satan's slave
Our love will last forever
Way beyond the grave
She's my all night penis garage
She makes things so very convenient for me.
She makes things so very convenient for me.
And yet, some people take that seriously and are offended!
For those who require hand-holding - come along. We are presented with a tale of a "Mister Lonely," an In-cel, of sorts, desperate for human contact in the manner which dates back ages, to wit: the hand of a girl. So at a disadvantage in life is he, that he will go to any lengths to catch the attention of his desire, even if it means dabbling in the "dark arts."
At the chorus we hear that all of his wants, especially those of a carnal nature have, indeed, been satisfied. So, we press on. The girl, it seems, was of a reserved and reluctant nature. Her will to resist, however, was no match for his chosen machinations of the most diabolical sort, and she has succumbed. Perhaps, Mister Lonely doesn't deserve her affection? It was for that reason he resorted to the most underhanded of methods.
The message thus far is, contrary to the gasping reaction of the prudes and Puritans of our age, that it is precisely the walled thinking of such prudes and Puritans, who deceive themselves with their artificial tolerances, which must be overcome. The power of love is beyond the grasp of such people, though, the substance here is presented in the manner of a fun-house mirror. We find, at the bridge, that our lovers have embraced each other, and their emotional bond transcends the coarse judgement and phony moralism of our cultural mandarins.
This song is, in its own very peculiar and idiosyncratic manner, a protest for Love. And that just wrangles some people.
For those who require hand-holding - come along. We are presented with a tale of a "Mister Lonely," an In-cel, of sorts, desperate for human contact in the manner which dates back ages, to wit: the hand of a girl. So at a disadvantage in life is he, that he will go to any lengths to catch the attention of his desire, even if it means dabbling in the "dark arts."
At the chorus we hear that all of his wants, especially those of a carnal nature have, indeed, been satisfied. So, we press on. The girl, it seems, was of a reserved and reluctant nature. Her will to resist, however, was no match for his chosen machinations of the most diabolical sort, and she has succumbed. Perhaps, Mister Lonely doesn't deserve her affection? It was for that reason he resorted to the most underhanded of methods.
The message thus far is, contrary to the gasping reaction of the prudes and Puritans of our age, that it is precisely the walled thinking of such prudes and Puritans, who deceive themselves with their artificial tolerances, which must be overcome. The power of love is beyond the grasp of such people, though, the substance here is presented in the manner of a fun-house mirror. We find, at the bridge, that our lovers have embraced each other, and their emotional bond transcends the coarse judgement and phony moralism of our cultural mandarins.
This song is, in its own very peculiar and idiosyncratic manner, a protest for Love. And that just wrangles some people.