Mutha's Day Out is an alternative metal band formed in November 1991 from the town of Batesville, Arkansas. The band consisted of: Mikal Moore (vocals), Brice Stephens (vocals), Chuck Schaaf (guitar), Jeff Morgan (bass), and Rodney Moffitt (drums). They released one album, My Soul is Wet, in 1993 for Chrysalis Records before breaking up.
In early 2012, it was announced on Mikal's Facebook account that a reunion is in the works. However, there have been no further updates since February 2012.
Mikal Moore (born Mikal Morehead) and Randy Cross conceived Mutha's Day Out through influence of the Beastie Boys, with three vocalists (Mikal, Brice Stephens, and Randy). The name was thought up by Brice and came from a daycare center in Batesville that kids could go to for pre-school in Methodist churches. Jeff Morgan had just been kicked out of a band he and Chuck Schaaf were in when Mikal asked him to be in a band that would sound like "Faith No More, Beastie Boys, and Ozzy Osbourne." The band was rounded out by Rodney Moffitt, who played drums, and Lance Branstetter, who played guitar, with Chuck serving as his guitar tech. When the band first came together, Lance was 21 years old, Mikal was 20 years old, Brice was 18 years old, Chuck was 17 years old, Rodney was 17 years old, and Jeff was 15 years old.
In Greek mythology, Icarus (the Latin spelling, conventionally adopted in English; Ancient Greek: Ἴκαρος, Íkaros, Etruscan: Vikare) is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus's father warns him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea's dampness would not clog his wings or the sun's heat melt them. Icarus ignored his father's instructions not to fly too close to the sun, whereupon the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea. This tragic theme of failure at the hands of hubris contains similarities to that of Phaëthon.
Icarus' father Daedalus, a very talented and remarkable Athenian craftsman, built the Labyrinth for King Minos of Crete near his palace at Knossos to imprison the Minotaur, a half-man, half-bull monster born of his wife and the Cretan bull. Minos imprisoned Daedalus himself in the labyrinth because he gave Minos's daughter, Ariadne, a clew (or ball of string) in order to help Theseus, the enemy of Minos, to survive the Labyrinth and defeat the Minotaur.
Icarus are a band from London, England, who specialise in a kind of electronic drum and bass with elements of experimental jazz and rich instrumentation. Formed in 1993 by Ollie Bown and Sam Britton, the band's music has been described by Kieran Hebden as "really beautiful and also quite kind of evil". Hebden included an Icarus track, "Benevolent Incubator", on his Late Night Tales compilation, and Icarus also provided a remix of the Four Tet track "My Angel Rocks Back and Forth".
Icarus founded the independent label Not Applicable in 2002.
Roger Squires, born 22 February 1932, in Tettenhall, Wolverhampton, England, is a British crossword compiler, living in Ironbridge, Shropshire, who is best known for being the world's most prolific compiler. He compiles under the pseudonym Rufus in The Guardian, Dante in The Financial Times and is the Monday setter for the Daily Telegraph.
In the Second World War, as a deck leader in the Sea Scouts, he acted as a messenger, helping to transfer the D-Day wounded and was a member of a Gang Show entertaining war workers in factories, as if they were not suffering enough. Squires was educated at Wolverhampton Grammar School where he gained his School Certificate before joining the Royal Navy at age 15 as a Boy Seaman. He trained at the notorious HMS Ganges, where the lash was still in use, winning the award for the best all-round boy of the year, coming first in the Seamanship, Gunnery and School examinations and representing the ship at football and cricket. At 20, as the youngest ever Seaman Petty Officer, he became a Lieutenant in the Fleet Air Arm and flew for 10 years from various carriers, visiting over 50 countries. He flew in several Squadrons, 703X test flying the new Gannet anti-submarine aircraft, various Flights of 849 AEW Squadron in Skyraiders and Gannets, and in 831 Radio Warfare Squadron as Senior Observer. His first published puzzle appeared in 1963, the year that he left the Navy, in the Wolverhampton Express & Star. The first national was the Radio Times, and in the same year he became a regular compiler with the Birmingham Post. He then started compiling for syndicates that supplied puzzles for newspapers in the UK and abroad, including Central Press Features, The Press Association, The Syndicate, First Features, Morley Adams, and Gemini Crosswords.
[Verse 1:]
In the city of Angels gotta watch what you doing watch your back
When your dealing with em boys in blue
South West holding back Rampart division the worst
Pico shift gang unit leavin' you ride on a hearse
Part times in the street but against all odds
187 on a jura you don't want to get caught
3 strikes in da county false charges in bulk
The strict attorney is all crook it evidence over look
Gang in hands when they sentence young homies to life
25 with an L defendenced don't fight racist cops
Pulls up over violent their own law
Trigger happy officers another name in the wall
Da little homies bound to loose it
Cause the system they face make one mistake
In the city & they cealed your faith
Fucken pigs always trippen got me packin' a gun
On the one two striking dats your life on the sun
[Verse 2:]
Sounds of sirens in the night dodging the black and whites
The ghetto birds up in the sky with them big spot lights
Still the crime rate increases
And da shit never ceases
Broken lifes county lifes living families in pieces
To many prisons in the state of California to make one times on the proud
Got us fighting these cases penitentiary bounds
Cause they ain't no love in the streets
Got lil homies locked homies rest in peace
Don't get these shit twisted homie cause da shit don't stop
Dats why 187 on a muthafucken cop
Till the day dat we die
Gonna always come and try
To look us up in the pen they don't need no reason why
Dats the reason why they got us organized in the hood
California just a system just ain't no good
FUCK THE PIGS in my city they can burn in Hell
I kill ah hundred fucken juras before they take me to jail
UHH!
[Verse 3:]
Locked up in jail handcuff to da rail
Ain't no money for bail
They wanna give me a deal got me stuck
Like a truck straight shit of luck
I know I'm heading for da pen nobody gives ah fuck
What can I do keep it true got me singing the blues
Walk a mile on my shoes
And let me see your attitude
I ain't heard 4rm none of my homies yet
Strollin' to the fucken yard puffin' on a cigarette
Got feelin' so trap number 1 stay strap
The other day they struck ah rat
30 times in the back
Fuck that I kickback
I ain't tryin'' to snap going against da fucking grain
You about to get tax I play cool around my program as smoothest I can
Tryin' na stay about da mix and respect the next man
Ain't no gangbangin' here only tattoo tears
We might be enemies in da streets
But we all homies in here
[Verse 4:]
All I hear all day is the sounds of these gates
I hear em slamming all around can't wait
Till the date that they led me out
So I could get back on the grind
Got me stuck in my cell thinking of all the good times
In my mind I see sunshine
The worlds mine
Until I open my eyes
And realized I'm doin' time
HUH!
[talkin': Stomper]
Hell Yeah homeboy this is for da muthafucken homies
Dats locked up no muthafucken way out homeboy day dreamin'
How the shit could be it would be should be full of muthafucken
Regrets cause they got caught with all dis bullshit
Fuck dat they says it's all about the muthafucken respect