musical group Devo
Devo is an Art Punk / New Wave musical group.
This is the boy who burns the books / This is the way he always looks / This is the boy who smashed his car / This is the boy who went too far / Washed his eyes with yellow soap / He stole his daddy's microscope.
In ancient rome there was a poem / About a dog that had two bones / He picked at one he licked the other / He went in circles till he dropped dead.
This is the band of the future. I'm going to produce them in Tokyo this winter.
Freedom of choice is what you got / Freedom from choice is what you want.
We’re inspired by reality because the world is so ridiculous and stupid. DE-EVOLUTION IS REAL.
Beautiful mutants I can see in the distance / I think they're calling our name.
In this land where stability is hard to find / You can rearrange the patterns so unkind.
Take a step outside yourself / Then you turn around / Take a look at who you are / It's pretty scary.
It's a beautiful world / For YOU / Not ME.
We push against the rest of life / As if we can survive without the world around us / Can’t have a rainbow without the rain / Can’t have a payday without the pain / Can’t have a lover walk out without the love leaving with them.
We think anarchy and rebellion, as stances, are obsolete, and dishonest. As a matter of fact, they're designed to keep people where they are.
We denounce this as impostors playing with fire.
But once again DEVO attempts to cut through the mental grease and grime with techniques of positive mutation designed to protect you from the ninnies and the twits.
Guess i'm just a spudboy / Looking for that real tomato.
What we seek then, is that transcendent state most fully engendered by Fred Flintstone -- technologically sophisticated cave-man.
Why believe in things that make it tough on you.
Being in a band is really great when you're 20. When you're 30, it's kind of 'Spinal Tap,' and when you're 40, it's just pathetic.
Twist away those gates of steel / Unlock the secret voice.
But wishin' is for chumps / High hopin' is for fools / They'll hunt you down / and taze you bro / for playin' with the rules.