Davy Hamburgers (davycreeper on last.fm) - Guitar and Vox
Craig Kunkel - Bass
Kyle Stubbs - Drums
Their first album was called "The J. Creepers Feel You Up" it came out in 2000 and pretty much sucked but did have a song called "Corky" which Davy pestered several hundred people to napster off of him and subsequently got downloaded by a couple thousand other mp3 fiends, a few of whom even liked it okay and said so. To this day if you google "corky.mp3" you will be directed to shady Russian Warez sites with links to J. Creepers old songs that don't work but will open many pop up windows, so don't click that shit. Their second album didn't come until 2007 and was called "Trick Bug" and it's not too shabby, Their third record is called "Sweet Tea With Jackassius" and it will be released Sep. 29 2012. They play good skateboarding music, and that's the whole scene Jones.
Dirt
J. Creepers Lyrics
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Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Put em in the dirt put em in the dirt
Whoa whoa put em in the dirt didn't
Momma ever tell you gotta hit they ass first
Early bird gets the worm its 2 am and Im still puttin' work
David J i'm steady gettin' it
And the ranger still whippin' it
2 seater 3 tens still bumping it
Im on the grind all the time
Rock this polo game ima stay on my shine
Fuck a 9 to 5
And you know I got degree but what a waste of time
Promise finish first I will
Never let you down but music is my curse
Super fresh from birth and ima
Stay doing me ima put em in the dirt like whoa
Hit they ass like whoah
Hit they ass like whoah
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Put em in the dirt put em in the dirt
Man I swear to God I was the
Only one putting in amount of work that I was doing
19 and I missed out on everything every single body else was doing
Wanted to go to PCB but instead a brotha was steady on the schedule
Now Im in a lambo gettin' head never worry bout tomorrow
But I will never drown in the
Sorrow cause the name is David J and the Blood in my
Veins never seen a drop of rain entertain never
Lame i'm too cool old school is the move aye
Shout out to A town hold it
Down to the fullest David J I represent it
See what your hearing is the greatest ever
Made and I swear that i'm a mother fucking legend like woah!
Hit they ass like whoah
Hit they ass like whoah
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Whoah whoah put em in the dirt
Put em in the dirt put em in the dirt
The lyrics in J. Creepers's song "Dirt" are essentially an ode to the earth, and specifically to the brown dirt that characterizes the Mississippi delta region. The singer describes how the dirt sticks to his fingers and feet, and he goes on to detail how the dirt is used to grow crops and other goods, like vegetables and grass. The focus of the song then shifts to the idea that the dirt will eventually be where we all end up, as the singer contemplates the fact that we will all be buried in the earth one day. The song ends on a haunting note, as the singer muses that if a stick moves, it's a snake, if the water is still, it's a lake, and if you harm yourself, you know it hurts, all leading to the final destination of brown dirt.
Overall, the song suggests that the earth is both powerful and mysterious, and that it will always be a force to be reckoned with. The references to cotton picking and farming hint at the complicated history of slavery and sharecropping in the Mississippi delta, adding an element of social commentary to the song. The repeated refrain of "brown dirt, somebody told me, be the last place you lay" suggests that death is not to be feared, but rather accepted as a natural part of the cycle of life and the role of the earth in that cycle.
Line by Line Meaning
Brown dirt, stickin' to my fingers
The dirt is sticking to my fingers and showing my hard work.
Brown dirt, clingin' to my feet
The dirt is sticking to my feet as a symbol of my connection to the land.
Brown dirt, Mississippi bottom land
This dirt is found in the fertile bottom lands of Mississippi, where everything grows.
Pickin' that cotton for the man down the street
I am picking cotton for the wealthy landowner who lives nearby.
Brown dirt, raisin' his vegetables
The dirt is growing fresh vegetables under the watchful eye of the landowner.
Brown dirt, growin' his grass
The dirt is growing the grass that the wealthy landowner uses to keep up appearances.
Brown dirt, walkin' down the pathway
I am walking down the pathway to do my job for the wealthy landowner.
Pickin' that cotton now I hope it is my last
I am tired of picking cotton and hope that this is the last time I have to do it.
Brown dirt, somebody told me,
Someone told me that the brown dirt will be my final resting place.
Be the last place you lay
The brown dirt is where I will be buried and spend eternity.
Brown dirt, cover my body
The brown dirt will cover my body once I have passed away.
I'll soon be the cotton that's grown another day
After I die, the cotton will continue to grow on this land.
Brown dirt wet, you're sinkin'
When the dirt is wet, you sink into it and become a part of it.
Brown dirt dry, you dust
When the dirt is dry, it becomes dust and reminds us of our mortality.
Brown dirt, I've been thinkin'
The dirt has made me think about my life and my relationship to the land.
We'll all come to you and we won't be the first
Everyone will eventually come to the brown dirt as their final resting place.
If a stick moves, it's a snake
When you are working in the dirt, even the slightest movement can be mistaken for something dangerous.
If a water is still, it's a lake
The stillness of the water in the dirt can create the illusion of a lake or larger body of water.
If you harm yourself, you know it hurts
Working in the dirt is hard physical work and if you harm yourself, you feel the pain.
Final destination, brown dirt
The brown dirt is where we all end up in the end.
Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Capitol CMG Publishing, Cloud9
Written by: RICHARD DENIS MAGUIRE, STEVEN GUY HELLIER
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