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Footprints In The Custard - "Every STD In The Book"
Artist city, country: Manchester, England
Artist Biography: Manchester based sexy punk metal.
Due to release the EP follow up to 2011's seminal 'Every Hole Is A Goal', embarking on their first UK tour with crap punks Scumface from the 22nd February 2013.
Director Name: John Nocturne
Director Link: http://www.noctography.co.uk/
Producer Name: John Nocturne
Producer Link: http://www.noctography.co.uk/
About The Video: The video essentially follows the narrative of the song.
Guy gets drunk. Sleeps with infested trollop. Gets loads of STD's. Cries in the shower. Vomits on her shoes. The usual.
Fun fact 1: The video was actually shot in 2 parts, several months apart. During the filming of the indoor scenes, Crewe was a foot deep in snow. It had conveniently scampered by the time the shooting of the outdoor scenes was filmed.
Fun fact 2: Ian (bass player, pro-masturbater) hadn't slept for many of the scenes. In fact, he travelled from his late night bar job (and a few beers) straight to shoot the video. His eventual mania was caught on the making of video 'A Footprints Trip To The Woods', available on Youtube.
Fun fact 3: There's all kinds of cool stuff in the background of this video. And none of it was planted. In fact, all the awesome memorabilia seen in the video (Master Sword anyone?) is owned by a friend of the band, who's house many of the scenes were filmed in.
Artist Website: http://footprintsinthecustard.bandcamp.com/
Song Lyrics: I had been out drinking myself half to death
My vision was blurred my motor skills had left
That's when I saw her; an angel bathed in divine light
I took her home where she showed me one hell of a night
But now it seems that three days later something just ain't right
Itching flaking burning breaking keeps me up all night
Oh my God my junk is turning green itching like hell
And now what is that God awful smell?
It's vile discharge dripping down my legs
Tell me what did I do to deserve these rancid gifts?
I was looking for the ride of my life what I got was syphilis
Everyone said it was plain to see but I could not tell from afar
That she'd been round the block more times than a rusty old used car
Now it seems my skin is flaking, no mistaking the rash
Caught from her sickening diseased unclean gash
The crabs and lice are at home in her erogenous zone
At the time it felt so right but now it seems that I'm the victim
There's signs of major decay in every single rotting symptom
Festering boils sick with disease all that comes out of my penis is cheese
From then to now the contrast is stark I find it alarming that it glows in the dark
Flaky and rotten smells like a farm mushrooms and fungi can only mean harm
Fallen comrade closest of friends once tall and proud has gone green at the end
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