I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About this world
I don't care
About that girl
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
About these words
I don't care


RIP Dee Dee Ramone (1952 - 2002).

Just a little tribute to the man who was responsible for me going through life dressed in a leather jacket, white shirt, ripped jeans, and basketball shoes for over 4 years. I bought my first Ramones-album ('Ramones', Sire Records, 1976) when I was twelve. 17 great studio albums, a couple of live-albums and lots of bootlegs later, I still listen to them every day. I had the pleasure of seeing them live 14 times (35 songs in 1.5 hour, all started by Dee Dee's "1,2,3,4": Limp Bizkit, eat your heart out -'We've got a big bright shiny moon out there, and you know what that means: right now, you could be standing on a Pet Semetary. Take it, Dee Dee!"), I had the honour of talking to Joey about 10 years ago. I traded my self-printed 'design'-Tshirt for his leather jacket (back then, I still believed they each only had one jacket :/). I learned my first guitar chords from Joey (the king of powerchords - BTW, did you know there are at least 200 different ways to play the ADE-powerchord combo? No? Joey did...). Bubble-gum, GTO's, little brads, lobotomies, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, sniffing glue, California girls - Beach Boys, eat your heart out...

Dee Dee's lyrics were no masterpieces of literature, but he deserves a ****ing Nobel-prize for slogans like Gabba gabba, we accept you, we accept you, one of us, Beat on the brat with a baseball bat, Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin' to do, I don't wanna walk around with you, so why you wanna walk around with me?, DDT did a job on me, now I am a real sickie, and of course the infamous Hey ho, let's go...

Then I took out my razor blade
Then I did what God forbade
Now the cops are after me
But I proved that I'm no sissy
Right on, Dee Dee....

1-2-3-4
Cretins wanna hop some more
4-5-6-7
All good cretins go to heaven.
If I ever meet you again, Dee Dee, it definitely won't be in heaven...

Oh, and always remember Dee Dee's four rules, boys and girls:

First rule is: The laws of Germany
Second rule is: Be nice to mommy
Third rule is: Don't talk to commies
Fourth rule is: Eat kosher salamis

Ring me, ring me, ring me
Up the President
And find out
Where Dee Dee went
Ring me, ring me, ring me
Up the FBI
And find out if
Dee Dee's alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Repeat, and Bop 'til you drop)