The Fiends

The Fiends

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Not too hard, not too soft. Everyone smiles at a Fiends show. They say things like "I can't believe they're playing that song." and "I'm having such a great time." and "I can't believe they made me dance." and "They should be playing a bigger room than this."

Biography

The Fiends are home. Accessible, unpretentious and fun, the way your favorite mix tape brings together all of the seemingly unrelated sounds that you wrap yourself in to create your own weird little world. That is the appeal of The Fiends, and they are the way they are because they're family, literally. These two sets of brothers bring to the dinner table what any family does; a solid foundation, made up of the moving parts of its diverse members. Each Fiend is post-graduate in a school each their own; the Lesh/Entwistle inspired bassist Jeff Wyman, bluesman guitarist Mark Murphy, Ringo Starr fanatic Jeremy Murphy, and the vocals of old school hip-hop head Andy Howard. Their creative process exists without a process. Their sound is inimitable and unmistakable. Their vibe wants you to erase all of the words you just read and do a damn cannonball, because these are The Fiends, and you are home.

Lyrics

Smokin' In Bed

Written By: The Fiends

I got more than 30 words for all these dirty birds/
Elicit dirty words/
From the top of my lung and by the skin of my teeth/
They make me swallow my tongue/
Cuz of what you do in this bed I smoke/
It rush to my head/
I run you one time through you got me three times dope/
And plus two times dead/

You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in smokin' in/
You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in bed but it's a/

Quarter past the hour and I got to leave/
And take a long shower I got a lot to clean/
I got a couple of dollars and my rollin' machine/
And there's nobody in here but us Fiends/

Four out of five doctors got more than enough reason/
Performin' an autopsy/
When I'm DOA ain't no FBI/
Or no DEA/
Can figure what you do why in this bed I smoke/
It rush to my head/
I run you one time through you got me three times dope/
And plus two times dead/

You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in smokin' in/
You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in bed but it's a/

Quarter past the hour and I got to leave/
And take a long shower I got a lot to clean/
I got a couple of dollars and my rollin' machine/
And there's nobody in here but us Fiends/

I got more than 30 words for all these dirty birds/
Elicit dirty words/
From the top of my lung and by the skin of my teeth/
They make me swallow my tongue/
Cuz of what you do in this bed I smoke/
It rush to my head/
I run you one time through you got me three times dope/
And plus two times dead/

You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in smokin' in/
You twist me up, you twist me up, you twist me up/
You got me smokin' in bed but it's a/

Quarter past the hour and I got to leave/
And take a long shower I got a lot to clean/
I got a couple of dollars and my rollin' machine/
And there's nobody in here but us Fiends/

Quarter past the hour and I got to leave/
And take a long shower I got a lot to clean/
I got a couple of dollars and my rollin' machine/
And there's nobody in here but us Fiends/

There's nobody in here but us Fiends/
There's nobody in here but us Fiends/
There's nobody in here but us Fiends/
There's nobody in here but us Fiends/

Who's That What?

Written By: The Fiends

W-W-Wait wait wait a minute, call me back in like an hour/
'Bout a dollar that I'm makin' when I get get down/
So watch me get get down and put like full court pressure on 'em/
Cuz I never had a penny and I never had a problem/
Except inside a party when MCs touch my body/
Act like they know karate but I'm quite sincerely sorry/
Please, I know some people who don't like their people/
And sometimes I detest white MCs/
But check the numbers I reduce most MCs to their lowest terms/
Flowless herbs with lyrics that couldn't lick the lowest worms/
Unconcerned, you see that I'm just dancin'/
They wouldn't face the Ziggy for the handsomest ransom/
Cuz I'm outta sight so you can peep me via satellite/
When sparks from connections connected ignite/
I twist MCs very tight and roll my own cigarettes/
In extra large zig zags to get your get your lips wet baby/

Who's that what? What's that who?/
What are you illiterate callin' me illegitimate/
Who's that what? What's that who?/
It's Zig Zag and The Fiends a hand grenade with no pin in it/
Who's that what? What's that who?/
What are you illiterate callin' me illegitimate/
Who's that what? What's that who?/
It's Zig Zag and The Fiends a hand grenade with no pin in it/

My name's the Zig Zag so get my name out your throat/
Quote, the Mr. Double Z is no joke end quote/
I broke MCs down, sold 'em by the pound/
It must just be the way my voice sound that MCs get smote/
Or maybe it's that I do not know when to stop/
That's what my female said maybe I'm not right in the head/
But no no, it's this, I can't sleep or eat/
Until I murder every last MC/
I represent stranded underhanded rap battlin'/
When everyone but would hold some dick for Seattle and/
Lookin' at me callin Z fake rapper that/
Prepare his role and ain't got no soul/
These necks of red are always up in my ass/
Callin' me wigger cuz I rap well and faggot cuz my clothes match/
Automatons, can't dig the plane that I'm on/
I get more ass in a week than the career of James Bond baby/

Chorus

I walk the world like Mahatma Gandhi to stir up the water/
I do the Zig Zag for hire and break MCs for 20 dollars/
Leave the receipt on their dresser for their records for the rest of/
All your life you can pout about how you lost the title bout/
I don't shamma lamma to make a rapper dig me/
Get far too friendly and misquote the Mr. Ziggy Zig Zag/
What is this cracker rapper's mindstate?/
All tripped on phenylalanine and complex carbohydrates/
Uncontrollable, swollen and hollow/
I declaw these outdoor cats they wanna follow me/
To my home hopin' to gain a chromosome/
Gone with my double helix wanna bring it back tomorrow/
I be like Zorro, double z's and double 0's/
You won't see me comin' out the bathroom blastin' like Pacino/
Cause when I gotta blow, got the boom gimme light/
And when I ignite, 451 is my Fahrenheit/

Chorus

Jesus Christ on Fishing Wire

Written By: The Fiends

It must be the drugs that make you act like that/
It must be the crack that makes you act real wack/
But your photos and your notebooks just went on up in the fire/
Catch me walking on the water, Jesus Christ on fishing wire/
And I got the room upstairs/
You got a crack in your ceiling cuz I'm hearing impaired/
But your Fahrenheit is low and your frequency is faulty/
And that taste left in your mouth is cuz this cracker's far too salty/

It's all about perspective and what you be perceiving/
It's all about behavior and what you be believing/
It's all about reality and what you think you're seeing/
It's all about the love for human beings/ 2X

It must be the guns that make you act like that/
It must be the gats that makes you act real wack/
But your records and your trophies just went on up in the fire/
Catch me walking on the water, Jesus Christ on fishing wire/
And I got the room next door/
You got a crack in your wall cuz I care no more/
But your Fahrenheit is low and your frequency is faulty/
And that taste left in your mouth is cuz this cracker's far too salty/

It's all about perspective and what you be perceiving/
It's all about behavior and what you be believing/
It's all about reality and what you think you're seeing/
It's all about the love for human beings/ 2X

It must be the love that make you act like that/
It must be the ass that makes you act real wack/
But your letters and your stories just went on up in the fire/
Catch me walking on the water, Jesus Christ on fishing wire/
And I got the room across the way/
You got a crack in your walkway cuz I'm walking away/
But your Fahrenheit is low and your frequency is faulty/
And that taste left in your mouth is cuz this cracker's far too salty/

It's all about perspective and what you be perceiving/
It's all about behavior and what you be believing/
It's all about reality and what you think you're seeing/
It's all about the love for human beings/ 4X

Discography

EP Demo "Who's That What?"--2005
Self-produced LP "Boom! Curse! Boom!"--2007
Self-produced LP "In Your Ear Area"--2008

The two self-produced LPs are now distributed as the compilation "Boom! Curse! Boom! In Your Ear Area"

Tracks can be heard at www.myspace.com/thefiendsband

Various tracks are played regularly on Local Licks on 100.3 WHEB

Set List

Generally, The Fiends will alternate a performance set list between covers and originals, typically with two 90-minute+ sets. Depending on the occasion, the set can be heavier on the covers or the originals, but a set of covers could include:

"Smooth Operator"-Sade
"Doesn't Remind Me"-Audioslave
"Let's Stay Together"-Al Green
"Boy Named Sue"-Johnny Cash
"Mr. Charlie"-Grateful Dead
"The Seed 2.0"-The Roots
"Alive"-Pearl Jam
"You're So Vain"-Carly Simon
"Passin' Me By"-Pharcyde
"Kiss"-Prince
"Let's Get It On"-Marvin Gaye
"Blow Up The Outside"-Soundgarden
"Add It Up"-Violent Femmes