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FUCK IT DOG LIFE'S A RISK, better known by their abreviated stage name FIDLAR, is a group of four dudes from Los Angeles who somehow find time to create and perform rousing electric rock tunes in between their busy schedules of drinking tons of beer and partying like absolute mad men (and not those classy bros on AMC). According to Brandon, Max, Zac, and Elvis their influences lie in their favorite malted beverages, and hearing songs from their self-titled debut like "Cheap Beer", "Cocaine", and "Whore", we're offered little thematic surprise. But what's unexpected from this group of maniacal animals is their sheer musical talent. Ripping through some of the most provocative guitar solos we've heard in years, these guys prove that snorted stimulants are much more favorable than weed when developing a unique reinvigoration of surf rock.

Hear the most riotous act that invaded Hype Machine's Hype Hotel provide beautifully succinct song intros like "This song's about LSD because we love LSD," and "This song's about how much rehab sucks."

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- Hi! We're called Fidlar, F-I-D-L-A-R.
Means fuck it dog, life's a risk.
This song's called "Cheap Beer" because we love cheap beer.
- One, two, three, four! Me and my friends in a hundred dollar Volvo
Busting down the street while cruisin' down the road
Getting fucked up on the 101 Shootin' our guns and having fun
Fourty beers later and a line of speed Eight ball of blow and a half pound of
weed Heading down the tracks to Mexico
Fucked on beer and staying gold I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you All that shit like that
Vietnam shit Beer's always better with a bag around it
Dan's in the back puking on my seat But he was drinking cheap beer, so it's
okay by me Supposed to be in Santa Monica at 8 a.m.
Fuck the clock, drink red again Twenty-three years I've been drinking
cheap beer Sixty-one more but from a liquor store
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you
- Thank you! - This song's called "Stoked and Broke" because we're stoked and we're broke.
I don't care if you think it's cool Fucked up and I'm ditching school
I don't wanna go back to town With my face to the ground and I'm upside
down I just wanna get really high
Smoke weed until I die I'm never gonna get a job
'Cause I'm fucked up today and nothing's wrong
Get pissed up by the hills
Cocaine and shitty pills Gettin' head in a broken car
With the windows up and the lights turned off
There's nothing wrong with living like this
All my friends are pieces of shit Busted chin and a bloody nose
And I'm covered in dirt from my head to my toes
Got no job, got no money, got no place to be
So they said they're gonna make a man
Got no job, got no money, got no place to be So they said they're gonna make a
man outta me Aah aah
No job, no money, no place to be
Took me out, set me up, put me overseas
Got no job, no money, got no place to be
Now it's time to serve your country
No Aah aah
Aah aah
Got a job, got money, got a place to be Running though the desert trying to find
the beach Got a job, got money, got a place to be
Running though the desert trying to find me me me
No Aah aah aah
- Thank you! - This song's about rehab and how much it sucks.
I feel, feel like a cokehead
I feel, feel like I can't get drunk no more
'Cause I'm on the floor Looking for some matches just to cook up
a score I feel, feel like shooting up
I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard
'Cause I'm fucking bored I wanna perfect love on a sunset shore
I feel, feel like a crackhead
I feel, feel like I'm not gonna make it no more
'Cause I'm on the floor Just pick me up and give me some more
I feel, feel like a grandpa Feel, feel like I'm already 80 years old
And my skin's so cold I need a new body and I need a new soul
I feel, feel like fucking up I feel, feel like fucking up
With all my friends until the end I hope we'll make it 'til the end
I feel, feel like fucking up I feel, feel like I can't get laid no more
'Cause I'm on the floor Just looking for some matches just to
cook up a score
I feel, feel like a cokehead I feel, feel like I'm not gonna make it
no more Cause I'm on the floor
Just pick me up and give me some more I feel, feel like a grandpa
I feel, feel like I'm already 80 years old And my skin's so cold
I need a new body and I need a new soul
Broken heart Bloody nose
Sit and wait by the telephone She's never gonna call
She's never gonna call Out of weed
Out of booze Stay at home and watch "Fubar 2"
She's never gonna call She's never gonna call
Passed out on the lawn
Woke up, looking for a bong She's never gonna call
She's never gonna call She's never gonna call
She's never gonna call
Aah aah aah Aah aah aah
- Thank you! He's gotta stay in shape He's gotta stay in shape
Eating Del Taco and sleeping in Playing video games
Smoking two packs a day He's got dubstep in his veins
Smoke weed if my baby lets me Or I won't get laid
Or I won't get laid 'Cause Max can't surf
Max can't surf He gets real stoned, tries to make it
work God knows, he's got no balance
Swimming with the dolphin
Jamming with the turtle Don't give me no shit I'm a full grown man
Trying to do the best that I can Gotta check the forecast
And throw away my skateboard Stop wearing tight jeans
And put on some board shorts 'Cause Max can't surf
Max can't surf He gets real stoned tries to make it
work But God knows he's got no balance
Smoking two packs a day
He's smoking two packs a day Smoking two packs a day
He's smoking two packs a day He gets real stoned and tries to make it
work But God knows he's a ginger
- Thank you! Why did you go betray me? You're such a whore
I stay at home drinking You're such a whore
Why did you go betray me?
You're such a whore I stay at home drinking
You're such a whore
Why did you go betray me? You got no soul
You left me in the valley This ain't no home
This ain't my whore
She ain't yours now
Why did you go betray me? You're such a whore
I stay at home drinking You're such a whore
Why did you go betray me? You've got no soul
You left me in the valley This ain't no home
This ain't my whore
She ain't yours now
This ain't my whore
She ain't yours now
- Thank you! - Thank you.
- This song's called "LSD" because we love LSD.
We are still alive
And you are too I can't get myself outta you
Well, I'll just get high And you will too
I still can't get myself outta you
You're still alive And I am too
Get myself out of you Well, I'll just get high
And you will too I still can't get myself outta you
Well, you're still alive
And I am too I can't get myself outta you
- Thank you! - I got four strings left.
Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah aah
Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah aah
Aah aah aah aah aah I gotta know Aah aah aah aah aah aah
So you're just a kid When will you get?
Always asking questions When will you get?
But I wait and I wait And I wait and I wait
And you're gone so I wait And you're gone anyway way, way, way
Aah aah aah, aah aah aah Aah aah aah, aah aah aah
Cold cock And shaky hands
Never get the money To the man
Make him wait, make him wait Make him wait, make him wait
And you're gone so I wait And you're gone anyway way way way
Aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah
Aah aah aah, I gotta know - Thank you! - This song's called "Cocaine.
" You take Sally and I'll take Sue
There ain't no difference between the two Coke's for whores, it ain't for men
They say it kills but they don't know when Cocaine running round in my
Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain
Woke up this morning had a hunger pain
And all I want for breakfast is my good cocaine
Oh mama! Come here quick!
That old cocaine's about to make me sick Cocaine running round in my
Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain
Cocaine running round in my
Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain
Wake! Bake! Skate!
I do a bunch of drugs I'm a fiend and an addict
I'm all messed up Watchin' television static
And I'm gonna try and make it For another year
Just to hang out with my best friends And drink a lot of beer
And I'm so fuckin' cheap So fuckin' cheap
And I'm so fuckin' broke So fuckin' broke
And I don't have a job And I don't have a phone
Don't have a life And I'm always stoned
Wake! Bake! Skate! I'm so strung out I can't even see
Shit it's so hard I can't even breathe But I gotta for myself
I gotta change this life I got a guarantee
For a $1.
99 And I'm so fuckin' cheap
So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke
So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job
And I don't have a phone Don't have a life
And I'm always stoned Wake! Bake! Skate!
I'm so fuckin' cheap
So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke
So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job
And I don't have a phone Don't have a life
And I'm always stoned So fuckin' cheap
So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke
So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job
And I don't have a phone Don't have a life
And I'm always stoned Wake! Bake! Skate!
And crash!
- Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! - Thank you! We're called Fidlar! - Thank you!

Artist Bio

FIDLAR are slackers at heart. The only thing they really care about is skateboarding; trivial things like doing their homework and making the grade in school have little meaning to them. But when their adopted Vietnamese brother turns up dead after discovering an error in the shipping records at his place of work, FIDLAR begins to suspect something more. Refusing to accept the police's theory of suicide, FIDLAR launches their own investigation, determined to uncover the truth of what really happened to their brother.

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