When John Balicanta decided to attend NYU, he not only had to move from his native California to New York City but he also had to leave his high-school band behind. Vocalist/guitarist/songwriter Balicanta had formed Lola Corin (translated from Filipino, it means "Grandma Corin") with high-school friends Brian Spina (guitar) and James McIvor (bass). They were a loud band, playing in the style of the Smashing Pumpkins, Fugazi, and Failure, until college broke them up.
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Gmin Two fat men were walking through the forest Walking through the forest Both of them in chorus Oh my god it's a tiny little native Tiny little native Thank god we found him
A#CGmin We're just hanging out so please go home We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
ACG Burn the huts and rape the women Show them how to save their souls Toss the sinners in the bonfire Teach them how to love control Cast them out and point the finger Blame them for what's wrong these days Turn them into perfect people Teach them how to love control
Gmin Two fat pigs were walking down the street And walking through the park And looking for some trouble Came upon a ratty little faggot Whiny little faggot thank God they found him
A#CGmin We're just hanging out so please go home We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
Gmin We've got questions if you've got the answers If you've got no answers, we have got some questions What's got eight legs And a giant ego Fleeing like a demon Staring at his Jesus
A#CGmin We're just hanging out so please go home We ain't talking that loud so leave us alone
ACG Burn the huts and rape the women Show them how to save their souls Toss the sinners in the bonfire Teach them how to love control Cast them out and point the finger Blame them for what's wrong these days Turn them into perfect people Teach them how to love control