Jello Biafra: The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy, CD
Jello Biafra: The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy, CD
Jello Biafra: The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy, CD
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Jello Biafra
Nomeansno
The Sky Is Falling And I Want My Mommy

  • CD
  • United Kingdom
  • Alternative Tentacles
  • (VIRUS 85CD)
  • Alternative Tentacles
  • (VIRUS 85 CD)
  • 8 Tracks
  • EAN 5016691200853
  • EX+ / EX+
  • used

tracks

1

The Sky Is Falling, And I Want My Mommy (Falling Space Junk)

Words By
  • Jello Biafra
Music By
3:15
2

Jesus Was A Terrorist

Music By
Words By
  • Jello Biafra
2:34
3

Bruce's Diary

Words By
  • Jello Biafra
Music By
Horns
  • The Totaliterrortones
Arranged By
  • John Wright
5:19
4

Bad

Music By
Words By
  • Hanson Brothers
  • Jello Biafra
2:18
5

Ride The Flume

Music By
Words By
  • Jello Biafra
2:38
6

Chew

Words By
  • Jello Biafra
Music By
Backing Vocals
  • The Fearless Ratdancers
  • Mark Critchley
  • Lissa Beurge
  • John Wright
  • Cecil English
  • Blair Dobson
8:47
7

Sharks In The Gene Pool

Words By
  • Jello Biafra
Music By
Backing Vocals
  • The Fabulous Rifkinettes
  • Rob Wright
  • Pam Ireland
  • Lissa Beurge
  • John Wright
  • Craig Bougie
6:34
8

The Myth Is Real - Let's Eat

Words By
  • Jello Biafra
Music By
5:45

Credits

Artwork
  • Winston Smith
Bass
  • Buttercup
Guitar
  • Buttercup
  • Mr. Wrong
Design
  • John Yates
Drums
  • Mr. Right
Engineer
  • Cecil English
  • John Wright
Mastered By
  • George Horn
Mixed By
  • Cecil English
  • Craig Bougie
  • Mr. Right
Other
  • Pippin Youth
Producer
  • Jello Biafra
  • Nomeansno
Programmed By
  • Mark Critchley
Sleeve
  • Jello Biafra
Vocals
  • Jello Biafra
Written By

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