I love this. It’s beautiful.

Remember to tell your Friends, Family,Kids,ETC,"They ALL cant be WINNERS"!!!🤣🤣😂

NOW!!!!!I Know all you Men and Women took at least,"ONE" For the TEAM and in the Morning did the walk of shame home. So that LIKE Button should be Lit up😂😂😂

She’s Hot Gabage!

It looks like Mama Cass.

Nothing that a light switch won't fix

What about Summer Teeth😂

Danced to this in 1966

sweet

This is awesome!

Puttin' The Stank On It.

Stank👊😎

Sounds indeed like a hit from another dimension

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Hear all the "Hits" at my KZbin Channel: www.youtube.com/@UCECW6Jhg4YM... From the HITS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION files: Serving as the B-Side to Stank's first hit "Poo Poo" ( kzbin.info/www/bejne/aKbbZnR_d9Fqgs0 ), "Butter Face" was born out of an absurd stream-of-consciousness episode that was gleaned from the warm ups prior to the single take of "Poo Poo"....after which the band walked out in disgust. It refers to a situation that every man has encountered and still rings true today. Stank had a real talent for bringing practical situations and problems to the forefront and this is just one more example. His later hit "Hot Garbage" ( kzbin.info/www/bejne/bWrQmaBvftx6iZIsi=6LRaA... ) would continue this trend albeit in a more constructed manner. In any case, "Butter Face" is a lost "treat" from our old friend "Stank".

Well done, great production, too bad they couldn't use the VP's actual voice.

I'm on the floor 😂😂😂😂🎶🎶💃💃💃 I definitely hit the 👍 button 😁

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Written by H.P. Lovecraft in 1920, "Nyarlathotep" introduces us to this child of Azathoth, who walks the Earth doing the bidding of the Outer Gods. He is also known as "The Creeping Chaos". With the ability to take on many forms, he is described in this story as being Pharoah-like. Check out my channel for more H.P. Lovecraft "creations" and more!

PAGE 751....the missing page of Dr. Dee's English version of The Necronomicon that sent a freakish Wilbur Whateley to the library at Miskatonic University in hopes of "borrowing" the Latin version held in the school library. A disturbed yet thankfully keen Dr. Henry Armitage was thankfully present to deny Wilbur the loan, but not before he was able to find the passage that he was searching for. Dr. Armitage peered over the shoulder of the unholy, entity we know as Wilbur Whateley and read these cursed lines that were to chill him to the bone....the long chant to open the gates to the dreaded Yog-Sothoth!

From The Hits From Another Dimension archives: Derp Dillard was a man with regrets. Derp Dillard was a man with a guitar. These two factors led to this "classic" garage rock composition which touches on these themes. As a young man, Derp Dillard was a wistful youth. His mom was a homemaker and his dad was banker and member of many local organizations. It was a real "Leave It To Beaver" situation. Derp carried on through primary school as any other well-adjusted youth would during those idyllic times, but that would soon end as he reached the age of....high school. Derp discovered girls as being something other than creations meant to get on a young boy's nerves with their constant giggling and swooning over the faces of their favorite teen magazines. Derp's new frame of mind sent him into a frenzy that would last for several years. He did everything a lad of his time would do. He and a group of his fellow "explorers" started running together, getting in trouble and smoking cheap cigarettes. This new lifestyle was just the recipe they thought. Surely the girls would flock to their "bad boy" tendencies. They were right. In a whirlwind of youthful excess, young Derp found himself swimming in hedonistic ecstasy for the next several years and even as he barely graduated from high school. He "dated" the hottest chicks and he and his boys even started a band as they finished school and entered the "adult" world. Everything seemed like a rock n' roll dream to Derp. But as the "squares" that once cowered in the face of Derp's crowd "coolness" moved on to college and/or careers, Derp noticed something. All the "chicks" that couldn't get enough of him a couple years before, were all matching up with these guys that Derp's circle of miscreants considered terminal nerds. Derp's "fan club" was shrinking. This situation sent Derp into a panic. His cocky swagger began to develop a hitch. What happened next was seen by most as a series of desperate attempts that led Derp to the situation that concluded with this song, "Dingleberry". Derp latched on whatever girl would have anything to do with him. At first, he found a couple respectable prospects, but his now damaged self esteem and paranoia found his first foray into "respectable love" ending in heartbreak as she went "steppin' around". In fact, she had a boyfriend who was in college and as soon as he was back home for the summer, she shed Derp like a pair of cheap press-on nails. Derp's next adventure in love found him taking up with a "high class broad" who had moved to town for a secretarial job at his father's bank. He thought he had it made, she was a nice girl and his parents, who usually didn't approve of ANY of the girls he messed around with, were pleased to see their prodigal son possibly settling down. However, this all came to a screeching halt one day as the girl's parents came to visit her from their home in Georgia. They were "high class" and were horrified to find their daughter keeping the company of a "dirty greaser" like Derp. They were so put off by the situation that they packed up their daughter and her things and moved her back South. This left Derp devastated and even more desperate. Now lurking in the "shadows" all this time, watching and waiting, was a girl named Estelle Tidwell. She had been a real self-righteous "square" in high school and had criticized Derp and his buddies antics at every chance. Her constant presence and nosiness during high school had earned her the nickname of "Dingleberry". You see, "Dingleberry" was the daughter of a well-to-do widow there in town and was brought up to believe she was the pinnacle of beauty, intelligence and taste. In reality, she as a frumpy, lazy, self-centered brat who always got what she wanted from "Mommy". These realities worked against her in the dating scene during and after high school, as no guy in town wanted to put up with her....or her mother. But now, just like a spider waiting in the corner of her web, she spied Derp. She knew a wounded bird when she saw one and she moved in for the kill. One night as Derp was drinking himself into an oblivion at the local hangout, not a girl giving him time, up walked Estelle. It would take at least 24 beers to make her a look acceptable to most males, but Derp had passed that point and then some. And after what most people still consider the most disgusting display of public affection every witnessed, it wasn't long and Estelle had him back to her place. Derp's reputation shot....he gave up. Estelle now took over Derps life and started molding him into the submissive, wimp he never could have imagined ever becoming. However, in one last desperate evening, Derp escaped her clutches and recorded this track with his buddies. After that, Derp was a captive to "domestic bliss". This song was his last "cry for help".

In 1932 as Dr. Henry Armitage of Miskatonic University continued his research relating to weird occult phenomenon and esoteric cult activity with the help of what few students would return to accompany him after the frightful discoveries the following year, this recording was made in the area around Morgantown, West Virginia. While discussing his work with a professor of social anthropology on the campus of West Virginia University, Dr. Armitage was made aware of strange traditions in the music of the local squatters that lived around 8 miles west of the university. Armitage could not resist the opportunity to gather what he hoped would be more clues that would help tie together the loosely knitted hints of a nationwide, or dare he think, worldwide cult tradition of the "Old Ones". The West Virginia University professor obliged him the opportunity and led him to the ragged encampment two days after. After reaching the small, rustic community that day, what Dr. Armitage and his students gleaned from the half-drunk, unkempt squatters left them quite puzzled and yet terrified. As the obviously uneducated and illiterate group of musician began syncopate, a strange sense of sober intensity seemed to grip them and the music began to take on an almost ritualistic fervor. The song that Dr. Armitage and his uneasy students gathered that day referred to a "Haunter Of The Dark" and a "Church Of Starry Wisdom on Federal Hill", but at that time they were unaware of any such location. It would be but a few years later that Dr. Armitage would learn of strange and harrowing events in Providence, Rhode Island that would make the tale of the song much more terrifying and real, but yet no clearer as to the entity that was involved. What amazed Armitage even further upon learning of the events that took place in Providence years later, was that the mountain squatters could have known or had even heard tell of such a legend in a location so far away or so many years before it became more evident to learned circles. Dr. Armitage thought to himself many times...."If only young Robert Blake could have heard this recording....perhaps he would be with us today".

Wow

Lol lizard man lives!

No one was cooler than Billy Blinkard in his time. The slow learners especially really related to him.

would o u l d

This HIT FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION features the classic from "Itchy" Jacques Raschman & His Devil Sticks named "Big Fat Earth Mama"...and it's a whopper of a song (and tale). Young Jacques (obviously pronounce "Jock") was a tender lad from the upper part of the Midwest that grew up like most kids....in a commune. As a youth, his free spirited parents neglected his (and their) hygiene and education and decided to raise the boy amongst the filthy, lice infested, but always ready to party, community that was tucked away from most of the people that were leading normal, productive lives in the suburbs, cities and towns of the region. The only "work" the boy knew was preparing cheaply made or stolen "all natural" items that the "collective" would sell to fun their elicit habits and much time was spent following whatever half-assed "jam band" was in that part of the country. Thus as young Jacques grew older, he naturally wanted to see more of the world, but still held on to the old ways he was raised in. Now before we continue the story, understand one thing....these aren't your typical Gucci bag carrying, designer tie dye wearing, trust fund mooching "Hippies" that dress up a few times a year, buy $10,000 dollars worth of camping gear and sit in the air condition at some corporate music festival. These are the "undomesticated" variety. So when Jacques was 19, he hit the road to hitchhike his way to a big hippie music festival some states away. On one fateful day, Jacques succeeded in thumbing down an old, flower painted school bus that just promised to be "on his level". Upon approaching the stopped vehicle, the door opened and inside the bus sat...or rather, wallowed....what Jacques considered a dream come true: a very hefty hippie woman who hadn't seen a shower in weeks and hadn't seen a razor in...well...ever? To the casual observer, this scene of human decadence should have sent a sane individual running. But for Jacques?....The smell and the sight of female squalor sent chills up his spine. He couldn't wait to take a ride. Young Raschman was no stranger to odoriferous accommodations and this rolling den of putrid pungency was just like a home away from home. He had taken up with many a lusty, free-lovin' female over the past couple years on his journey. He was reminded of them every time he had to put on his ointment for....well...you get the picture. Let's just say Jacques had "gifts to give". A long, smelly story short, Jacques and his big, new discovery did what you would expect them to do. But as the deed was done, Jacques found himself being held at gunpoint and subsequently handcuffed to a seat in the bus. Evidently he was then transported to some location where unspeakable acts befell our "kind brother". Jacques somehow escaped his captors and found his way back to civilization. This experience changed him, in more ways than one. He cleaned himself up the best he could and a job washing dishes at a side-street pizza joint. It wasn't much, but AT LEAST it was engaging in something he had never done before.....actual work. The long hours spraying tomato sauce of plates gave him plenty of time to think over the traumatic events of that "bus ride". They had scarred him. But he sometimes chuckled to himself when he thought of the big Earth Mama that had put him through hell. And as he scratched at his uncurable "rash"....he knew, somewhere she was scratching too....if she could reach it. Well, Jacques finally found himself in a band a couple years later and figured out that modern medicine could treat his condition. And while the band didn't last long, we were lucky enough to get this one track that will forever immortalize Jacques and his tale of trauma.

I remember this episode of the twinklelights area

Mark Skid and the Y Fronts beat this to the number 1 spot with Oops I've Shat Myself Again!😂😂

A bit of a stretch to say Dump has a philosophy

why u posting AI music? also with AI art? shit is distasteful

THIS GIVES ME GRAND INSPIRATION FOR AN ALBUM COVER FOR MY BAND

I admit, I am not man enough to ever have a woman that is twice as much as a normal woman is.

My 2 year old break dances to this song, It might be from the 60s, but it is still stinky fresh today with the youngin's.

Special Ed on the drums is gold.

I laughed! I cried! I questioned my life choices!

AI sucks

From the HITS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION files: The classic, underground Funk/R&B track "Poo Poo" say a very limited release in 1966 around the mid-state region of South Carolina. Cletis "Stank" Johnson was a local legend or sorts due to a story that dated back to his childhood and ultimately gave him his nickname...."Stank". When Johnson was around 8 or 9 years old and staying with his grandparents, a digestive mishap occurred as a result of a mixture of Nehi Grape Soda, raw peanuts and pickled pigs feet that nearly resulted in young Cletis killing his grandfather and leaving his grandmother traumatized. Immortalized in song, the tragedy unfolded as the toxic stew that was brewing in the boys stomach decided to make a quick exit and the resulting smell that filled the house of his grandparents sent "Grampy" into a confused rage that led to a hospital transport due to an apparent cardiac event and left "Grammy J" gasping for air and nearly passing out in the back yard of their home. Grammy J was also quite cross that Cletis has eaten all her Saturday afternoon treats....those being the pickled pigs feet. As a result of this trauma and the rapid spread of the tale surrounding it, Johnson earned his nickname.."Stank"...thus "Stank" Johnson. About 19 years later, with the legend having grown and followed "Stank" through his high school and early adult years, a local hair salon owner named Junior Cranks had the bright idea to enlist "Stank" to record a 45 that he could sell to his other customers (Junior also ran a parlay card and numbers racket out of the back of his hair salon) as a comedy song. Bawdy "adult" LPs were all the rage at the time and as always, Junior was always looking to score a quick buck....even at the expense of other people and their misfortunes. Cranks convinced "Stank", who was also know to be a decent singer from church, to recount the event to him and Junior wrote a few lines down from the tale and set to work. The shady businessman had plenty of people that owed him money from the gambling side of "the business" and called in a favor with one such unlucky fellow he knew that just happened to work at a small recording studio in the next county and in exchange for forgiving his debts, Junior made him agree to provide a band and record "Stank" as he sang the story from his childhood. Subsequently, the track was recorded in one take as "the band" walked out after the last note of the first pass. Fortunately for Junior and "Stank", that was all they needed. The rest well...it's history. The song's story is told from the perspective of "Stank's" Grampy as he raged and reeled in agony from the smell left behind by his grandson. The lyrics, while simple, are concise and really grasp the mood of the moment that would ultimately put poor Grampy in the back of an ambulance. The cover art features "Stank" stooping next to a pile of...well...what appears to be Poo Poo, but was later explained to be a large pile of dead, rotten crawfish that had fallen off the back of a truck near the ever opportunistic Junior's home. In the background, Junior lurks as he just couldn't help himself and demanded to be featured in the photo. Outrage followed as the ladies that were patrons of Crank's more "civilized" business, aka "Junior's Sophisticated Salon", started dropping their appointments and started referring to his establishment as "Junior's Hair Doo Doos". The business subsequently failed. Junior Crank moved his operation to rural Georgia within the next year, but "Stank" never left that town....or lived it down. If you have any stories to add about "Stank" or this recording, please put them in the comments so we can all learn more about this "legend". The legend of "Stank" Johnson lives on with this song that once played....HITS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION!

In the "Golden Age" of Country Music, thing weren't always as happy as they appeared on the stage at The Opry or when the Country & Western variety shows would air on the TV. No, there was heartache and deceit that went hand in hand with all the yuckin' around and tomfoolery of the seemingly jovial Country Music stars when they gathered together to perform. Such is the case with the the recording of this song by the late, great Greaseball Jenkins. Greaseball was known as an "up and comer" in the country music scene and had performed on stages around the Southeast and Texas area. He had shared the stage with many top country artists as an early slot on many of a "Country Cavalcade Of Stars" as they travelled around that part of the country. Being the early performer on the bill didn't pay much, but it did give him plenty of time to get liquored up after he left the stage and rub elbows with some big names in business and not to mention, some of the most popular female artists. Well one particular female star had crossed paths with Greaseball a few times and they partied till late in the night together on several occasions. Each time they met, Greaseball was getting pulled deeper into her web. Finally after a show at a county fair in Arkansas, she talked Greaseball into moving to Nashville where they could be together. Greaseball thought his dreams were coming true. Little did he know.... Now old Grease packed up his bags and all his savings and headed on the next bus to Music City. He promptly met up with his "little sugar mama" when he arrived and they partied all night long. In the morning as they lay in a motel room bed, she had an idea for Greaseball. "Why don't you get a job here in town and I'll play some shows to bring in some money and we can move in together?" , she said. "Just think, we can write songs together and maybe work up a duo act". Greaseball felt his dreams had come true and later that day, he washed up and grabbed a newspaper to see the "help wanted" ads. It wasn't long and he had himself a job working at a pig farm on the east side of town just across the Cumberland River. The work was hard and the days were long, but the pay was fair. Soon Greaseball informed his "little sugar mama" that he had put down a deposit and first months rent on a little house just a few miles from his job at the pig farm. She acted so happy and Grease could just see his future living in Music City bliss. Well Grease's little "sugar mama" showed up at the house with a few things and they settled in and prepared for a happy road ahead. Greaseball and his girl did exactly what she said they would do....for about a month. Grease was working six days a week now at the pig farm and it was summertime and "Sugar Mama" had to go out of town for a few days to play some shows on the big Country Music Cavalcade. Grease missed the stage, but felt it was best to keep working for his woman and practicing at home. After a week "Sugar Mama" hadn't come home and Grease was worried sick. Surely she would at least call. It wasn't until 6 days later she showed up. A relieved Greaseball was so relieved and she told him that she had decided to stay with a girlfriend who "needed her" in Kansas City and hadn't had the time to let him know. In any case, she said she was happy to be home. Things went on for a couple more months and Grease was working hard. Sugar Mama was gone more and more on her show trips....and conveniently when the rent was due at the first of every month. However, Greaseball didn't even think about it. In his mind, he was still on a path to complete happiness. Although, you know, they hadn't been doing any rehearsing at home and hadn't for months. Sugar Mama always says she needed to "rest her voice". Then one Saturday night, Grease had gotten off work and had decided to pop a top at the local honky-tonk to relax and try to take the worry off his mind. He had just stopped by his landlords house to make the rent payment...again. Sugar Mama was "on the road" and he missed her so much.. Well, Grease wasn't into his second beer when, from across the room he heard a laugh he recognized. He swung around his barstool to see his "little sugar mama" carrying on with a couple guys and they definitely weren't acting like "just friends". In an instant, Greaseball came to the realization that he had been getting played. "Sugar Mama" hadn't been "out on road". She had been out "cattin' around". Ol' Grease was mad, but he instantly had an idea. She hadn't seen him and so he paid up and headed out the door. He had some extra money from working overtime at the pig farm and he used this to record this "hit" which he wrote, recorded and placed on top of "little sugar mama's" belongings in the front yard for her to find when she returned from "being on the road".

From the HITS FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION Files: Where do I even start with the story on this one?..... Back in 1966, young Wendel Deadtree was looking forward to the new school year. Unlike other boys his age, he didn't enjoy summer. It was too hot and he didn't enjoy the outdoors or sports. At the age of 16, he was already preparing for an adulthood spent with horn-rimmed glasses on his nose and a pocket-protector tucked in his white, button down shirt and clip-on tie. He spent his days at the library reading technical manuals and the occasional "Sci-Fi/Fantasy" pulp magazine. It was in one such of these publications that something caught young Wendel's eye. For only $10, the advertisement in the back of the mag said you could send your hand-penned poetry and have it turned into a wonderful, professionally recorded song. Wendel had an idea and a dream...both of which wouldn't turn out as he had planned. At the end of the past school year, one of the cheerleaders for the school football pep rally squad had actually spoken to Wendel. He was completely taken aback and in his mind he thought she said "Hello". In fact, she had said "Hell No". Be that as it may, the young man found himself being tugged away from dreams of fixing vacuum cleaners and thrust into the world of teenage love. Wendel's idea was to write a poem for the cheerleader that he was now completely infatuated with and send it along with $10, all his savings, to the company that boasted they would turn it into irresistible, sweet music that would win the girl of his dreams. He new her name, Molly Snodgrass, and her address that he looked up in the phone book. He would have the record sent directly to her upon completion along with a message that professed his true feelings. Wendel stayed up late that Friday night and penned his lines of love and first thing Saturday morning he tucked his poem, a message and the ad along with two $5 bills into an envelope address to "Song Services" in Toledo, Ohio. Now all he had to do was wait for his love to receive the package and flock to his arms. As it would turn out, the owner of the cheap outfit that had placed the ad was out of town visiting a "friend" and had left his teenage son in charge of answering the phone and receiving the mail. This would spell doom for Wendel's dreams. Now the owner's son was a greasy, punk of a kid who along with this meathead friends had their own band and abused their privileges regularly by recording bawdy "hits" in his father's small studio. Their music was terrible, but they had managed to get pretty tight as a group after spending so much time messing around. The delinquent son of the studio owner opened Wendel's letter, but instead of just pocketing the $10 and throwing the rest away, his eye was caught by the sappy prose that Wendel had penned for his dream girl and upon reading his instructions for delivery of the final product, the devilish thug soon had an idea. About 4 weeks later, the first day of the new school year was only a day away. "Surely, Molly will receive my record soon", thought Wendel. The first few days of school came and went, but there was no reaction from Molly when a shy Wendel passed her in the hallway. She too was busy carrying on with her other cheerleader friends and the captain of the football team to notice the longing glimpses of her admirer. However, about a week later on a Friday morning, there was a stir in the hallways at school. Wendel being the anti-social geek that he was, did not try to inquire what the ruckus was about. He could only think of what Molly would say when she heard his sweet poetry transformed into a wonderful ballad that would surely touch her heart. All of a sudden, as Wendel turned the hallway corner, there she was. The girl of his dreams. But instead of having the look of love in her eyes, there was a burning rage of anger. She walked up to Wendel and with one motion, slapped him to the floor and tossed a record on his chest. Wendel as horrified and paralyzed. What had happened? When he gathered himself after a few minutes he picked up the album sleeve that now housed a cracked piece of vinyl. Wendel's eyes gazed on the cover and his knees gave out below him and he returned to the floor. This wasn't his song....this wasn't his picture....this was..... This was the meathead son of the owner of "Song Services" along with this meathead buddies and they had placed one of their horrible songs in the stead of Wendel's heartfelt composition. Wendel's world was shattered and he would never speak to another girl throughout high school. On the bright side, Molly, the cheerleader who Wendel once his heart set on, wrote a letter to the return address on the record packaging. She and the meathead son of the owner inadvertently started corresponding and she would marry him 3 years later. That's right Wendel. Nice guys do finish last.

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Now YOU too an get "Guitarded"! Available on iTunes and Apple Music! Apple Music & iTunes: music.apple.com/us/album/guitarded-single/1765152621 Another HIT FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION: This time it's the infamous Billy Blinkard who's sole contribution to recorded music was his song "Guitarded" in the early years of rockabilly/rock n' roll. Billy Blinkard started life as a somewhat common Midwestern American lad enjoying the things that most kids his age would enjoy. Joe DiMaggio and Ted Williams were living gods and radio shows like The Shadow were all the rage. That was until young Blinkard happened upon a "jump blues" 78 that his "weird uncle" had. He was no stranger to music and heard the common hillbilly country that was popular at the time, but this blew his mind.....and I mean literally. It wasn't long after constantly listening to the jump blues cut that he was taken to the family doctor after complaining about "hearing things in his head". The phenomenon of Rock N' Roll and Elvis hadn't struck the masses yet, so this reaction to the rhythm was taken as a serious condition. Demon possession was considered by the family pastor and finally a "mental" condition was prescribed by Billy's elderly pediatrician. This "episode" would stick with him and on his medical records and prevent him from serving in the US Army during the draft for the war in "Ko-Rea" as Billy would say. In any case, by the early/mid 50's, Billy found himself being drawn into the leather filled, cigarette smokin' underworld of the Rockabilly class and set out to be a hero in it's ranks. His talent was noticed by a local radio man who got Billy to record his song and the future seemed bright. Unfortunately for Billy, a freak accident during a concert at the local theater ended his dream when he slipped in a puddle of spilled hair pomade. The fall resulted in Billy hitting his head on the floor and being knocked unconscious. Upon his regaining consciousness, Billy's first question was, "Does anyone have the new Lawrence Welk record?". Billy was puzzled as to why he was dressed in leather and holding a guitar with a wire hooked to it....in fact, he was horrified. He ran out of the hall and the next day he applied for a job at a men's shoe store and drifted into suburban obscurity. Maybe that pastor was right...........

Top song, orange man 2024.

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This was great

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Keep up the good work.

This obscure recording was later covered by the great Slappy Browne in a more "Jump Blues" manner. The story on these guys is cloudy. I appears they blew into a town in northwest Texas and recorded this track, hit the bar, stole the women and ran out of town. Little more is known at this point. I'm looking for more info and if anyone can provide....please do. I'm sure there are some great stories.