The Bi Accidents

Post New Wave, Punk, Alternitive, bringing it back to 1984

Genre Alternative Band Created 5/3/2008 Fan Base 10 Total Sales 10

We met, bi accident in a coffee shop, sipping a cold Toddy Latte. She yelled "Hey Bitch"!, when I spilled her drink on their ipods, and magic was made.
We want to make 1984 into 2008, but with some pre-tax love of art.

Enjoy our first single, "Carhart".

Our band is,
Beau Bo Roschumboe- Lead Vocals, Guitar, Harpsicord, bells of all sizes, Harp, Violin, Tamborine, and Plastic Buckets.

Wilma- Lead Volcals, Guitar, Harmonica, and Keyboards.

Teari- Drums, Clapping, and Single tail whip.

Manning- Bass Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Washboard, Stand up Bass, Chello, Zylephone, and ALL MANLY GRUNTING.

We are on Lavender Shapes Records, Subsidiary of Rough House Thug Records.

To the United Steele Workers of America, ;)

To all who Help us get on top, thanks, and call us tomorrow, ok, please?
Please?

Really, please?

Ok Love you, bye...
Beau Bo

by jwolfenlinc

News

5/4/2008 9:57 AM

Blood spills some more...

I am thirty-one, and have lost my storm.
I read wordy books by great men, and tried to think like them.
But I am not a great man.

I am thirty-one, and engage in windy arguments.
So full of hot air,
But they can't compare to the gale force winds of that storm.

I feel alone, and have to set aside time to pray.
Run around trying to get there,
Never to stop, turn around and stare up in the air.

In the dark places of these moments I try to regain my,
Staff, on a cracked driveway, on a hill in west Omaha, as a summer storm drives through.
I whisper in a gust of wind.
I was five years old.
I was in love.
I was unashamed.
I was innocent.
I was unafraid.

And I wish when my mom called me in, I never went home.

Property of James Wolfe

5/4/2008 9:51 AM

Crazy lyrics for "I Was Five", by The Bi Accidents released after much blodshed...

Ok, you wanted it, here, take it. Fine!

I was five and,
With a staff, on a cracked driveway, on a hill in west Omaha, on a summer night, waiting for the thunder storm to roll in.

I was five and,
With my staff I conducted that storm.
I spoke to it, and it obeyed.

I was alone,
Unaware of what the neighbors might think.
Uninhibited like a five year old should be.

In the dark places I demanded light from the night.
Raging with that storm I saw magic, my words became spirit.
For magic was a five year old boy;
And a thunderstorm,
And a rain drop,
And a lightning bolt,
And a thunder clap,
And a whisper,
In a gust of wind.

Then my mom called me home, to come in.

I am thirty-one, and have lost my storm.
I read wordy books by great men, and tried to think like them.
But I am not a great man.

I am thirty-one, and engage in windy arguments.
So full of hot air,
But they can't compare to the gale force winds of that storm.

I feel alone, and have to set