88 Fingers Louie reformed in 2009, but after some touring and the release of a live album, the band went on indefinite hiatus in 2011.
Members
Denis Buckley - Vocals (1993-1999, 2009-2011)
Mr. Dan Precision - Guitars, Vocals (1993-1999, 2009-2011)
John Contreras - Bass (2009-2011)
John Carrol - Drums, Vocals (1998-1999, 2009-2011)
Ex-Members
Dom Vallone - Drums (1993-1995)
Glenn Porter - Drums (1995-1998)
Joe Principe - Bass, Vocals (1993-1999)
Not Just My Head
88 Fingers Louie Lyrics
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Stumble in some ambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survive
Armies of the hungry ones
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Only-ones, lonely-ones
Be a sort of human picnic
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm
Whoa Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh
You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes too late
This ain't no fantasy, boy
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm
You don't listen to a single word
We say things get rougher
Everyday fuckin' arrogance drivin' me crazy
Get back in the mold
And do just what we're told
We cry for change you think
We're crazy it's not just my head [x4]
We're all dead when there's nothing left to live for
We'll all be better off dead
'Cause there's nothing left to live for
The song "Not Just My Head" by 88 Fingers Louie seems to talk about the dangerous situation of living in the midst of a society that seems to have given up on life. The opening lines talk about pre-dawn corpses that seem to come to life, armies of the dead, and armies of the hungry ones, painting a bleak picture of the world around the songwriter. The lines "Only-ones, lonely-ones/ Ripped up like shredded-wheat" seem to suggest that this is a reality that the artist has personally experienced, one in which people are torn apart and left feeling lonely and isolated.
The song seems to be a call to action for listeners to snap out of their fantasy worlds and see the grim reality around them. The lines "You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene/ From some monster magazine/ Well, open your eyes too late/ This ain't no fantasy, boy" seem to reflect the artist's frustration with people who seem to be living in some sort of delusion. The refrain "This ain't no love-in/ This ain't no happening/ This ain't no feeling in my arm" further emphasizes the message that things are not as they seem and that society needs to wake up before it's too late.
Overall, "Not Just My Head" by 88 Fingers Louie is a powerful commentary on the state of society and the need for people to break out of their apathy and start taking action. It's a reminder that the world can be a dark and dangerous place, but that there is always hope for change if we're willing to fight for it.
Line by Line Meaning
Stumble in some ambulance so
We walk into an ambulance in a drunken stupor
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
The dead begin to stir in the early hours of the morning
Armies of the dead survive
Large groups of undead continue to exist
Armies of the hungry ones
Hordes of ravenous zombies roam the land
Only-ones, lonely-ones
There are a few survivors, but they are isolated and alone
Ripped up like shredded-wheat
The survivors are injured and torn apart like wheat in a blender
Be a sort of human picnic
The living are food for the undead, akin to a human buffet
This ain't no love-in
This is not a peaceful gathering or celebration
This ain't no happening
This is not an event or experience
This ain't no feeling in my arm
There is no sensation in my arm, likely due to injury or shock
You think you're a zombie, you think it's a scene
You may believe you are a zombie, or that this is a staged event
From some monster magazine
Similar to a publication showcasing creatures of horror
This ain't no fantasy, boy
This is not a dream or make-believe, child
You don't listen to a single word
You refuse to heed any advice or instruction
We say things get rougher
We predict that circumstances will worsen
Everyday fuckin' arrogance drivin' me crazy
The constant and unchecked ego of others is driving me mad
Get back in the mold
Return to conformity and normalcy
And do just what we're told
Follow orders and instructions exactly
We cry for change you think
We plead for reform, but you believe
We're crazy it's not just my head [x4]
We are not merely insane, this is a shared reality for all of us
We're all dead when there's nothing left to live for
Death is inevitable when all hope and meaning is extinguished
We'll all be better off dead
Life is no longer worth living, and we would be better off dead
'Cause there's nothing left to live for
Because there is no longer any purpose or value in surviving
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mentalparasite666
classic punk. 88 fingers louie stands among Minor Threat, Cro-Mags, Bad Brains, Crumbsuckers, old A.F.I., D.R.I., and other great bands in history.