Incesticide [Liner Notes]

A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored to
Be secretly hidden in glass casings and
Submerged in the fry vats of
Every kebab machine in the UKand
The very-out-of-print first Raincoats LP
The NME search was a clever, saucy upstart
Of an attempt to be, uh, nasty
However, the Lord and Julian Cope himself
Know how we need, need, need
The NME to embrace the unifying
Hands of our children
Across this big blue marble
And NIRVANA's tarty
Musical career so please bless
Us again - we'll forever feed off of your
High-calorie boggy turbinates

In an attempt to satisfy the
Second part of my quest
I went to the Rough Trade
Shop and, of course, found
No Raincoats record in the bin
I then asked the woman
Behind the counter about it
And she said "well
It happens that I'm neighbors with Anna
(member of the Raincoats) and she works at an
Antique shop just a few miles from
Here" So she drew me a map and
I started on my way to Anna's

Sometime later
I arrived at this elfin shop filled with
Something else I've compulsively
Searched for over
The past few years - really old
Fucked up marionette-like wood carved dolls
(quite a few hundred years old)
Lots of them i've fantasized
About finding a shop filled with so many they
Wouldn't accept my credit card but
The dolls were really
Way too expensive anyway anna
Was there, however
So I politely introduced myself
With a fever-red
Face and explained the reason for my
Intrusion i can remember her
Mean boss almost setting
Me on fire with his glares she
Said "well, I may have a few lying
Around so, if I find one
I'll send it to you (very polite
Very English) " I left feeling like
A dork, like I had violated her space
Like she probably thought my band was tacky

A few weeks later I received a
Vinyl copy of that wonderfully classic
Scripture with a personalized dust sleeve
Covered with xeroxed lyrics, pictures
And all the members' signatures there was
Also a touching letter from Anna it made me
Happier than playing in front of thousands
Of people each night, rock-god
Idolization from fans
Music industry plankton kissing my ass
And the million dollars I made last year
It was one of the few really
Important things that I've been blessed with
Since becoming an untouchable boy genius

It was as rewarding as touring
With Shonen Knife and watching
People practically cry with joy
At their honesty it
Made people happy and it made
Me happy knowing that
I had helped bring them to the UK
It was as rewarding as the last
Vaselines show in Edinburgh they
Reformed just to play with us
In their home town
Probably having no idea how exciting and
Flattering it was for us
(and how nervous we were to meet them)

It was as rewarding as being asked to
Support Sonic Youth on two tours
Totally being taken under their wing and
Being showed what dignity really means

It was as rewarding as the
Drawings Daniel Johnston sent me
Or the Stinky Puffs single
From Jad Fair's son, or playing on the
Same bill as Greg Sage in LA
Or being asked to help
Produce the next Melvins record, or
Being on the Wipers' compilation
Or Thor from TK giving me
A signed first edition of Naked Lunch
Or making a friend like Stephen
Pavlovic - our Australian tour
Promoter who sent me a Mazzy Star LP on
Vinyl, or playing "The Money Will
Roll Right In" with Mudhoney, or having
The power to insist on bringing Bjorn
Again to the Reading Festival
Or being able to afford
To bring my friend Ian along on tour
Just to have a good time
Or paying Calamity Jane five-thousand
Dollars to be heckled
By twenty thousand macho boys in Argentina
Or asking my friends Fit's
Of Depression to play with us
At The Seattle Coliseum
Or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine
Benefit in Portland organzied by
Gus Van Zandt, or being a
Part of oen of L7's
Pro-choice benefit's in LA
Or kissing Chris and Dave on Saturday Night
Live just to spite the homophobes
Or meeting Iggy Pop, or playing with The
Breeders, Urge Overkill, the
TV personalities, the
Jesus Lizard, Hole, Dinosour Jr, etc

While all these things were very special
None were half as rewarding as having
A baby with a person who is
The supreme example of dignity
Ethics and honesty my
Wife challenges injustice
And the reason her character
Has been so severely attacked is
Because she chooses not
To function the way the
White corporate man insists
His rules for women involve
Her being submissive, quiet
And non-challenging when she doesn't
Follow his rules, the threatened man
(who, incidentally, owns an army of devoted
Traitor women) gets scared

A big "fuck you" to those of you who
Have the audacity to claim that I'm so
Naive and stupid that I would allow myself
To be taken advantage of and manipulated

I don't feel the least bit guilty
For commericially exloiting a completely
Exhausted Rock youth Culture because, at
This point in rock history, punk Rock
(while still sacred to some) is, to me
Dead and gone we just wanted
To pay tribute to
Something that helped us to feel as though we
Had crawled out of the dung
Heap of conformity to
Pay tribute like an Elvis or Jimi Hendrix
Impersonator in the tradition of a
Bar band i'll be
The first to admit that we're the 90's
Version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the
Last to admit that it hasn't been rewarding

At this point I have a request
For our fans if any of
You in any way hate homosexuals, people
Of different color, or women
Please do this one favor for us
- leave us the fuck
Alone! Don't come to our shows
And don't buy our records

Last year, a girl was raped by two wastes
Of sperm and eggs while they
Sang the lyrics to our song "Polly"
I have a hard time
Carrying on knowing there are plankton like
That in our audience sorry
To be so anally PC but that's the way I feel

Love

Kurdt (the blonde one)