tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60121242009-02-21T05:08:40.361-05:00StuPidwish ArchivesA Library of Sturandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1135989962455496012005-12-30T19:32:00.000-05:002005-12-30T19:46:02.466-05:00Don't Read ItWords: mostly HenryMusic: HenryThis one's about things you shouldn't read. And some other stuff that rhymes.Lyrics:Chemistry textbooks - don't read itThe fine print - don't read itThe dead sea scrolls - don't read itRoadsigns - don't read itChorus:There's lots of stuff that you better not readAnd the world is full of hidden dangersSo why not do, what your mom to you toAnd never readrandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1135989117717443092005-12-30T19:25:00.000-05:002005-12-30T19:31:57.716-05:00Pregnant HeadWords: Randy (I guess)Music: HenryThis is Krotch's new favorite song. Obviously.Lyrics:Ready?Pregnant HeadDon't put it in your ear againLet me put it in your rear againWatch out for TimothyHe's coming after youDressed himself up like a shoeWent to the shoestore, tried him on(stop making me laugh)Gabraham LincolnMiddle name is Butt-rot(I'm strugglin')Explainer:This one, I can't randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1135988703300397792005-12-30T19:10:00.000-05:002005-12-30T19:25:03.316-05:00How Much Gas?Words: RandyMusic: HenryI don't remember too much about the Chelsea Apartment tapes. I know Mikey Quinn was there with some friends (or maybe just one). I know we drank a few bottles of George Dickel. I think that may have been the night that Mike's girlfriend tried to turn white wine into red wine by putting red hots in it. I think later that night when Kerry said she was going randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1135987676304502342005-12-30T18:49:00.000-05:002006-01-02T18:14:11.590-05:00Henry's gettin' stupid again. so I guess I need to update.Papal VisitWords: Randy and JonasMusic: RandyThe pope was coming to new jersey, or something, and everyone was freaking out about it. I didn't see what the big deal was. I just wanted some clean dishes and silverware to eat with. All over the TV and newspapers, it was all about the papal visit. I thought it would be nice if he stoppedrandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1092369727841395132004-08-12T22:52:00.000-05:002005-03-22T21:26:35.856-05:00Well, the time, apparently, has come for the creation of the official StuPidwish Fan Club. To join up, simply email Stu_Pidwish@yahoo.com For those of you in the band who'd like access, the password is the name of a movie we all like to talk about very much. The clue for the password is our favorite passtime at 108 Cook St. Think "Jonas's computer." See you there. Happy Stupid!randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1083954717654050772004-05-07T13:31:00.000-05:002004-05-07T13:36:25.700-05:00About our first album Our first album was called "The Olde Time Taste Of The Banana." That was Big Jon's fault. We made a big list of possible names. This list included the following: Songs Sung Stu Don't Touch The Arabic Red Stuff with Yer Red Stuff On It 108 Cook Street Stu Pidwish and the Texas Jewboys Live at the Timberlakes Best Band Created By Man or Beast Best Band Created By Land or randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1076472979478227872004-02-10T23:16:00.000-05:002004-02-10T23:24:09.280-05:00The Ballad of Larry Lum Lum Words and music: Randy (not posted yet on Henry's site) I was in my room one day during senior year, playing some music I made up. I was trying to write a song, but I had no lyrics and no idea what to write about. I asked Big Jon for advice and, without even pausing to think, he said, "Leprechauns. Like a midget leprechaun probably." And then the song randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1076470393510332092004-02-10T22:33:00.000-05:002004-02-10T22:35:42.640-05:00About the name StuPidwish Henry named the band. And yes, it is the best name of a band in the history of bands with names. It goes like this - someone who runs onto a busy highway blindfolded has a deathwish. One can only infer from this behavior that the person doing it wishes to be dead, since that will almost surely be the result. When we decided to form a band, it was pretty clear to allrandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1070591965634418052003-12-04T21:39:00.000-05:002003-12-04T21:44:35.130-05:00Someone's Gotta Do It Now, Vivian Words: Henry, Randy, Jonas, and Big Jon(?) Music: Henry Henry wrote some comments on this song but some of it's wrong. We were watching a British comedy show about some punks and houligans that lived together in this flat and there was a rat that they found and this one guy with a crazy mohawk was named Vivian and they all decided that he had to catch the randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1068595389340466252003-11-11T19:03:00.000-05:002003-11-11T19:03:14.410-05:00Caveboy Words: Randy Music: Randy I wrote this song during an MCAT review class (hence the first line). I went to class every week, but I wrote songs instead of paying attention. There's really not that much to say about it. It's just StuPid. Lyrics: The teacher in front of the room is writing on the board The kid in back is thinking about the caverns he explored The snakes and rocks and randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1068593548980646882003-11-11T18:32:00.000-05:002003-11-11T18:32:33.650-05:00Phan and the Chicken Man Words: Jonas, Henry, Randy, and Big Jon Music: Henry Henry sums it up pretty well on his site. It's another song involving chicken. This is one that I play almost every time I touch a guitar. Lyrics: Flips a burger, and gives her a sideways glance She cooks a chicken in her hairnet and her checkered pants She cooks some fries...looks in her eyes But she tries not torandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1068173630736253442003-11-06T21:53:00.000-05:002003-11-06T22:01:13.303-05:00Rubber Chicken Words: Henry, Randy, Jonas, & Big Jon Music: Henry Henry doesn't explain this song on his website. I think it's because there's really nothing to explain. We were at some waterfall state park near Ithaca, sitting around being idiots, when suddenly we started talking about a rubber chicken who was running for mayor (or something like that). We were all just throwing out ideas randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1067548838299571982003-10-30T16:20:00.000-05:002003-10-30T17:27:24.113-05:00Pierre Words: Randy, Jonas, and Big Jon Music: Randy This song is about three people all at the same time. One of those people is a skunk named Pierre, which Henry explains here. Another of those people was someone's girlfriend who would occasionally stop by our place and eat all our frozen Milky Ways (another reference to this can be found in the song Down South). The third person was a randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1067541820587840812003-10-30T14:23:00.000-05:002003-10-30T17:29:55.253-05:00Weeud Gyrations (Song of Stickman) Words: Henry, Randy, Jonas Music: Henry Check out Henry's comments on the song. What he left out is the alternate title, Weeud Gyrations, comes from a comment made by Beasley Reese on some NFL pregame show. He was talking about a New England Patriots' coach who was moving his body in a weird way while trying to get a play in from the sidelines (before they randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012124.post-1067539022292609442003-10-30T13:37:00.000-05:002003-10-30T16:34:40.090-05:00Shitty Words & Music: mostly Henry Background: Henry tells the story here This is one of my favorite StuPidwish songs of all time. Lyrics: I feel like shit I feel like shitting The toilet bowl is Where I'll be sitting The stuff inside me Don't seem to be fitting But the ceiling is the floor But the ceiling is the floor. Get outta my way Clear my path I'm headin' to the bathroom But I randyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14125781382072663048noreply@blogger.com0