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Big D and the Kids Table is a third-wave ska/punk band formed in October 1995 in Allston Village, Boston, Massachusetts signed to Springman Records. Members of Big D ... also run the Boston, Massachusetts area record label, Fork In Hand Records, which has released numerous albums from Big D ... and other local Boston artists. Their music often reflects member's personal lives, especially the financial difficulties that many members have faced in the past. Read Full BioBig D and the Kids Table is a third-wave ska/punk band formed in October 1995 in Allston Village, Boston, Massachusetts signed to Springman Records. Members of Big D ... also run the Boston, Massachusetts area record label, Fork In Hand Records, which has released numerous albums from Big D ... and other local Boston artists. Their music often reflects member's personal lives, especially the financial difficulties that many members have faced in the past. In 1999, they won Boston Music Awards distinction of "Outstanding Ska Band." Big D has put on an annual Halloween Show at the Avalon in Boston, which is decidedly the most anticipated show by both band members and fans. They have been a part of both the Warped Tour and Ska is Dead tour, sharing the stage with some of both Punk and Ska's elite underground bands. Their latest Album "Strictly Rude" has been released as well as an electro mashup album done by Bostons award winning DJ BC Called "strictly mixed and mashed" and upcoming anticipated releases include a DVD "we're built up from nothing".
The band got their name from a suggestion given by a friend, because whenever that friend had dinner at Dave's house he would sit at the kid's table.
Current members
David McWane - Lead vocals, melodica
Ben Basile - Bass
Derek Davis - Drums
Ryan O'Connor - Tenor sax
Alex Stern - Guitar
The band got their name from a suggestion given by a friend, because whenever that friend had dinner at Dave's house he would sit at the kid's table.
Current members
David McWane - Lead vocals, melodica
Ben Basile - Bass
Derek Davis - Drums
Ryan O'Connor - Tenor sax
Alex Stern - Guitar
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Knife
by Big D And The Kids Table
So why is everyone staring at the fucking gringos?
Don’t know!
Why is everyone staring at the fucking gringos?
Don’t know!
I can’t sip a simple beer after the show?
Uh-Uh
Tell me why, tell me why, they make trouble in the night?
In the night, in the night, naughty fuckers like to figh
I don’t want to go to Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big fat copper at the door, door, door
He grabbed me by the collar, screamed to pay a dollar
I don’t want to goto Mexico no more
If I keep my knife close, then my knife stays close to me
He assures he’ll keep me safe and allegiance to me
My knife simply asks for courage from me
To keep him sharp and keep him shiny and always on me
Just asks me when and where and I will always keep you free
That’s what my knife promises, that what my knife promises me
He knows my only importance is my long lady
So I will always keep you sharp and you will always be with me
Their guns go click, their guns go boom
But nothing canstop my knife once it’s slicing through the room
Their guns go click, their guns go boom
Boom, boom, boom
They don’let me into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor
Drive her away
Forever you and me
Free
From all them screams
Shh
Woo-ya
Whipped cream plays, from the Tijuana brass
Woo-ya
Tension screams, I think we better watch our ass
Woo-ya
So why’s everyone interested in the fucking gringos?
Don’t know
Tell me whytell me why, they make trouble in the night?
In the night, in the night, lonely drunkards like to fight
I don’t want to go toMexico no more, no more
There’s a big fat fuck at the door, door, door
He grabbed me by the collar, tried to make me holler
I don’t want to go to Mexico no more
My knife is a magnet to the blood under your skin
He likes to land under your belly or your chin
Inside of your thigh or straight into your eye
My knife knows how to stop the violence by takingyour life
My knife pulls me forward, into his heart then back again
Spins me around to see fear in their eyes start to begin
My knife moves calmly, my knife moves slow
My knifelet’s you know there is nowhere for them to go They don’t let me into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor
They grabbed my lady's collar;
they tried to make her holler
No, they don’t let me into Mexico no more
Drive her away
Forever you and me
Safe
No one will make chase
Chase
They don’t let us into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor
They tried to make us holler, so we had to cut their collars
They don’t let us into Mexico no more
Contributed by Hailey F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
by Big D And The Kids Table
So why is everyone staring at the fucking gringos?
Don’t know!
Why is everyone staring at the fucking gringos?
Don’t know!
I can’t sip a simple beer after the show?
Uh-Uh
Tell me why, tell me why, they make trouble in the night?
In the night, in the night, naughty fuckers like to figh
I don’t want to go to Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big fat copper at the door, door, door
He grabbed me by the collar, screamed to pay a dollar
I don’t want to goto Mexico no more
If I keep my knife close, then my knife stays close to me
He assures he’ll keep me safe and allegiance to me
My knife simply asks for courage from me
To keep him sharp and keep him shiny and always on me
Just asks me when and where and I will always keep you free
That’s what my knife promises, that what my knife promises me
He knows my only importance is my long lady
So I will always keep you sharp and you will always be with me
Their guns go click, their guns go boom
But nothing canstop my knife once it’s slicing through the room
Their guns go click, their guns go boom
Boom, boom, boom
They don’let me into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor
Drive her away
Forever you and me
Free
From all them screams
Shh
Woo-ya
Whipped cream plays, from the Tijuana brass
Woo-ya
Tension screams, I think we better watch our ass
Woo-ya
So why’s everyone interested in the fucking gringos?
Don’t know
Tell me whytell me why, they make trouble in the night?
In the night, in the night, lonely drunkards like to fight
I don’t want to go toMexico no more, no more
There’s a big fat fuck at the door, door, door
He grabbed me by the collar, tried to make me holler
I don’t want to go to Mexico no more
My knife is a magnet to the blood under your skin
He likes to land under your belly or your chin
Inside of your thigh or straight into your eye
My knife knows how to stop the violence by takingyour life
My knife pulls me forward, into his heart then back again
Spins me around to see fear in their eyes start to begin
My knife moves calmly, my knife moves slow
My knifelet’s you know there is nowhere for them to go They don’t let me into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor
They grabbed my lady's collar;
they tried to make her holler
No, they don’t let me into Mexico no more
Drive her away
Forever you and me
Safe
No one will make chase
Chase
They don’t let us into Mexico no more, no more
There’s a big pool of blood on the floor, floor, floor
They tried to make us holler, so we had to cut their collars
They don’t let us into Mexico no more
Contributed by Hailey F. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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