produced by HOG MEETS FROG
mastered by matthias steinbrecher (tonspur/linz)
artwork by attila zsolt tornyi (LaManana)
editor: jim libby
2.) fat bat FRED
fat bat FRED hangin’ sippin’ on a tree.
he looks like a mammoth snip to me.
teaching his son with a hipflask-special-task-
almighty-parental-mask, teasin’ like a flea.
fat bat FRED mumbling something ‘bout revenge.
schmoo-schmoozer sucking on his booze with strength
belch
ing, gastric juiciness upchucking,
bound to a nonesuch, butch stench.
fat bat FRED hangin’ sippin’ on a tree.
he looks like a mammoth snip to me,
teaching his son with a hipflask-special-task…
fat bat FRED damned, sippin’, to his tree
babbling baffling words to me
hard to take what the spiked means, gone mad:
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
3.) almighty busdriver
my father was a razor,
he told me everything he knew.
he taught me about racing
and he showed me how to drive filled up with brew.
he did all night, he did all day,
he drilled me like a monkey-son, hey, hey.
he did all day, he did all night,
he stomped out all my stupid thoughts – alright.
i grew up with the fast
realizing to just spit upon the rest.
father shook his fist again,
that’s why i often was one of the best.
he did all night, he did all day,
he drilled me like a monkey-son, hey, hey.
he did all day, he did all night,
he stomped out all my stupid thoughts – alright.
i get my motor runnin’, although I’m in the city.
my only adventure is, whoever comes the way
i drive away.
4.) man with the chickenass-hairstyle
there beside the dunghill every goddamn day,
dreaming of a life in a different way.
my illuminated crown once proudly in the sun,
i am not but just wanna be the king of chicken-run.
heads down pecking mess, buns up in the air,
hail to the king, too much chicken-ass flair.
And then one day, no more use for a rile
along comes the man with the chickenass-hairstyle.
chickenass, chickenass will you be mine
chickenass, chickenass plumed and fine
chickenass, chickenass will you be mine
chickenass, chickenass
loss leader, scrubby hair, i tell you 'bout your past.
take a seat up on my hair, feel royal again fast.
come on, let me take you with, feel free to be enthroned.
up there on my human chickenass not knowing to be boned - real soon
i will blind you with attraction‚ cause your wish is my demand.
i will show how it's done, to be stuffed and plucked and canned.
craned feathered neck – no more use for a rile –
i enjoy it up there on the wall, your chickenasshairstyle
chickenass, chickenass now you are mine
chickenass, chickenass plumed and fine
chickenass, chickenass now you are mine
chickenass, chickenass
5.) TITANiumFACE [sung in austrish]
his head is full of heavy metal,
banged and shaked to wave his hair.
every concert was a battle
his teeth were broken crooked and rare
without teeth it was obnoxious
to find a girl who wants his kiss
or lick the noodle which his cock is
now his desire goes like this
painful things done with his jawbone
brand new jumper, shiny brace
they changed his heavy destination
from METALHEAD to TITANFACE
6.) hog meets frog
a warthog meets a bullfrog
and she looks him straight in the eye,
she says: "yo, little buddy wanna buy me some love,
it must be that hot that my heart goes fry"
the bullfrog replies the warthog:
"pretty baby my loves for free,
but i wanna be upside, don't let me down,
that's the only thing i wanna be"
the bullfrog jumps on the warthog
and the air is getting full of dust,
the scene looks absurd, but - why not,
both of them are driven mad by lust.
the warthog feels the bullfrog
conquering her luscious shame,
she cries: "little buddy hit me and hurt me
and give me some cruel name"
the warthog is groaning and panting and slavering
and she's called an enormous sow,
she's crying and out of her pussy
there's starting a clumpy flow.
the bullfrog squattin' on the warthogs back
makes such an erotic sound
she fells on the floor in ecstasy
and rolls around the dusty ground
the bullfrog beneath the warthog,
he only tries to take a breath
but there is no use trying, crying or more
the little buddy is squeezed to death
the bullfrog not the warthog
is punished by our mother nature
the moral you see: don't give a fuck,
above all to a larger creature!
7.) PAT the pi(e)rat(e)
PAT the pirate is a rat,
sneaks through the danger zone.
he’s sailin’, steals all kinds o’ pie,
his boat’s a bone-made one,
his crew o’5 has just 9 legs,
whatever black, white, fay,
they’re all insane and singin’:
hurray!!!
only one thing in his mind
keeps him going on:
his father whispered when he died:
“do me credit, son
rapparees like you and me
are haunting, hunting hoards
of diamond, token, carrot-pies.
on board!“
years pass by, crossing seas,
boarding countless ships.
the tossed up coin of cheese ‘n’ gold
swings fortunes portly hips.
rumour has it: pat’s a man
half rat, half vicious cat.
and with a diabolic smile... he screams
attack!!!!
8.) TOMMY K, PETE B, AMY LEE &
all by themselves
do you know tommy k.?
he’s that kind of a guy
with an everlasting smile on his face.
you will think he’s shy,
but keep your eyes peeled,
he’s the dark side of the human race.
he never says a word,
he’s so goddamn cute,
he will never ever treat you bad,
his reflection is the key to his inner me,
metamorphs him into something mad:
inner voices monologue
makes me treat you like a dog.
mentally bleeding you’ll agree:
life’s not what it seems to be.
an old friend o’mine,
the mad jerk pete b.,
he is one of the so called nice,
but when he comes around
woman don’t look away,
even if it is for a trice.
he’s the silent one,
he does his deeds every day,
he is behind you when you just don’t care.
grabbing for your titties
and your firm ass too,
with a riven mind he uses to dare:
porno store, liquor store,
this is what i’m living for.
harassment in the sexuall way ….
makes me feel
makes me feel
makes me feel alive all day!
amy lee was a girl
raised up without a father
but in need of a masculine mind
she’s a real hard
never break up businesswoman
dedicated all her life to the grind
but late at night,
she wears suits so tight,
wraps her body ‘round a silver pole
hates it to be touched
by voluptuous men,
she’s not doing it just for the dough.
this is what i cannot stand:
man give me an unwashed hand,
make me be your little girl
until my soul is black and pearl.
9.) high-noon experiences with beans
yesterday a couple of broad beans
slipping down my throat as seen on tv-screen.
the moment they’re acquainting with my guts
flatulence is pushing downwards if’s and but’s
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
believe the smell, don’t doubt it cause it’s true.
such uncomfortable things could happen to you too.
inflated, realizing what it means
to have high-noon experiences with beans.
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
10.) of beasts & creatures
from the outset of mankind
i’m the master of the creatures
and also since this time,
the so called normal fear and feed us
i see you as my victim,
as the purpose of your greed,
my fate becomes your fate
caused by a lycanthropic fit
all creatures under my command
we owe you our bloom
but the thesis of super-
and subhuman is your doom
‘cause bite per bite i see
children, mothers, fathers
workers also clerics
they all taste like all the others
i am you are we is one
i am you are we is one
i am you are we is one
i am you
you think my life’s unholy, strange,
my species damned and bleak,
but my spirit’s always willing,
just your flesh is more than weak.
you mistreat the world, it’s living,
bemaul your own blood like waste
i am just an epicure
gone mad about your taste.
i’m no demon’s simulacrum,
like Thomas of Aquin
misinterpreted me,
i am alive, not even dead
i’m the voice that makes you kill your brother,
i am in your head.
11.) twilight of the gods
instrumental
12.) of sinking ships & risin' gods
mastered by the nornes,
banned from the scotch island.
like tattooed savage men
wound up to this fry-land.
runes showed sheep, men,
to much methane
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
(we’re born)
to lay about the world
like odin through thors hammer.
fighting the unholy
on his mighty gammer.
long boat, fast boat,
hard work, dry throat,
on mead we doat.
the ironwooden ships,
they all went down to Aegir.
battleaxe is anxious
for sacrificing reindeer.
the rains ‘n’ much mud,
rage makes blood hot
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
we are rising…
13.) weird insects
my father slept for 40 days.
we asked “why” in many ways.
many questions, answers nil,
recurring marrow, iron will,
his lungs had come to a stand-still.
when he joined this world again
regained consciousness was sane.
a fade from mighty man to bones,
first thing we can hear him moan
we will never be alone:
weird insects in our back bones.
weird insects
weird insects
the day my parents fathered me,
donating something rare to be:
often-tired-pendency,
different-notice-tendency,
dancing weird insects within me
dance
weird insects
weird insects
we’re the insects
we’re the insects
14.) LITTLE BOY (4.5 t) [feat. SHAKTI]
the 6th of august started right in 1945.
boarding on the ENOLA GAY thousands still alive.
manhattan projects LITTLE BOY – me – my uncle sam,
born to repacify folks dovelike like a battering ram.
at 8, too late, i recognize Tibbets let me fall
down on this land i’ve never seen just for to kill them all.
not only soldiers, babies, mamas should be witness too.
some damn men far away decide:
“the world’s prepared for something new!”
ME
don’t you cry LITTLE BOY
there’s no one to hold responsible
for the things that you have done.
in a world of free will and respect for such
who is to blame? you’re the one!
15.) A TITANschädl [sung in viennese german]
in schädl voi mit schweametoi
fliagt es hoa gånz wüd herum
konzerte wean zum heatefoi
de zähnt san ausgbrochn, ausgschlågn und krumm
au weh, uje, nå geh
ohne zähnt håd a ka glick mea
bei ana oidn mit an kuss
und weu sei guakal håd kan spaß mea
wiad a gånz deppad und konfus
zåhn um zåhn wiad außagheblt, außagrissn, außagstochn
unta dröhnen wiad titan hineingeboat in seinen knochn
z’guadaletzt, damits wås wiad mim zukagoschal – ungelogn –
wean vom papmschlossa a de schnekettn no aufazogn
‘d visage is schmeazhåt renowiat wuan
då blitzn ‘d zahndaln und da dråht
des håd eam in metl a ned austriebm
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd
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bound to a nonesuch, butch stench.
fat bat FRED hangin’ sippin’ on a tree.
he looks like a mammoth snip to me,
teaching his son with a hipflask-special-task…
fat bat FRED damned, sippin’, to his tree
babbling baffling words to me
hard to take what the spiked means, gone mad:
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
i’m fat bat FRED hanging on the tree!
3.) almighty busdriver
my father was a razor,
he told me everything he knew.
he taught me about racing
and he showed me how to drive filled up with brew.
he did all night, he did all day,
he drilled me like a monkey-son, hey, hey.
he did all day, he did all night,
he stomped out all my stupid thoughts – alright.
i grew up with the fast
realizing to just spit upon the rest.
father shook his fist again,
that’s why i often was one of the best.
he did all night, he did all day,
he drilled me like a monkey-son, hey, hey.
he did all day, he did all night,
he stomped out all my stupid thoughts – alright.
i get my motor runnin’, although I’m in the city.
my only adventure is, whoever comes the way
i drive away.
4.) man with the chickenass-hairstyle
there beside the dunghill every goddamn day,
dreaming of a life in a different way.
my illuminated crown once proudly in the sun,
i am not but just wanna be the king of chicken-run.
heads down pecking mess, buns up in the air,
hail to the king, too much chicken-ass flair.
And then one day, no more use for a rile
along comes the man with the chickenass-hairstyle.
chickenass, chickenass will you be mine
chickenass, chickenass plumed and fine
chickenass, chickenass will you be mine
chickenass, chickenass
loss leader, scrubby hair, i tell you 'bout your past.
take a seat up on my hair, feel royal again fast.
come on, let me take you with, feel free to be enthroned.
up there on my human chickenass not knowing to be boned - real soon
i will blind you with attraction‚ cause your wish is my demand.
i will show how it's done, to be stuffed and plucked and canned.
craned feathered neck – no more use for a rile –
i enjoy it up there on the wall, your chickenasshairstyle
chickenass, chickenass now you are mine
chickenass, chickenass plumed and fine
chickenass, chickenass now you are mine
chickenass, chickenass
5.) TITANiumFACE [sung in austrish]
his head is full of heavy metal,
banged and shaked to wave his hair.
every concert was a battle
his teeth were broken crooked and rare
without teeth it was obnoxious
to find a girl who wants his kiss
or lick the noodle which his cock is
now his desire goes like this
painful things done with his jawbone
brand new jumper, shiny brace
they changed his heavy destination
from METALHEAD to TITANFACE
6.) hog meets frog
a warthog meets a bullfrog
and she looks him straight in the eye,
she says: "yo, little buddy wanna buy me some love,
it must be that hot that my heart goes fry"
the bullfrog replies the warthog:
"pretty baby my loves for free,
but i wanna be upside, don't let me down,
that's the only thing i wanna be"
the bullfrog jumps on the warthog
and the air is getting full of dust,
the scene looks absurd, but - why not,
both of them are driven mad by lust.
the warthog feels the bullfrog
conquering her luscious shame,
she cries: "little buddy hit me and hurt me
and give me some cruel name"
the warthog is groaning and panting and slavering
and she's called an enormous sow,
she's crying and out of her pussy
there's starting a clumpy flow.
the bullfrog squattin' on the warthogs back
makes such an erotic sound
she fells on the floor in ecstasy
and rolls around the dusty ground
the bullfrog beneath the warthog,
he only tries to take a breath
but there is no use trying, crying or more
the little buddy is squeezed to death
the bullfrog not the warthog
is punished by our mother nature
the moral you see: don't give a fuck,
above all to a larger creature!
7.) PAT the pi(e)rat(e)
PAT the pirate is a rat,
sneaks through the danger zone.
he’s sailin’, steals all kinds o’ pie,
his boat’s a bone-made one,
his crew o’5 has just 9 legs,
whatever black, white, fay,
they’re all insane and singin’:
hurray!!!
only one thing in his mind
keeps him going on:
his father whispered when he died:
“do me credit, son
rapparees like you and me
are haunting, hunting hoards
of diamond, token, carrot-pies.
on board!“
years pass by, crossing seas,
boarding countless ships.
the tossed up coin of cheese ‘n’ gold
swings fortunes portly hips.
rumour has it: pat’s a man
half rat, half vicious cat.
and with a diabolic smile... he screams
attack!!!!
8.) TOMMY K, PETE B, AMY LEE &
all by themselves
do you know tommy k.?
he’s that kind of a guy
with an everlasting smile on his face.
you will think he’s shy,
but keep your eyes peeled,
he’s the dark side of the human race.
he never says a word,
he’s so goddamn cute,
he will never ever treat you bad,
his reflection is the key to his inner me,
metamorphs him into something mad:
inner voices monologue
makes me treat you like a dog.
mentally bleeding you’ll agree:
life’s not what it seems to be.
an old friend o’mine,
the mad jerk pete b.,
he is one of the so called nice,
but when he comes around
woman don’t look away,
even if it is for a trice.
he’s the silent one,
he does his deeds every day,
he is behind you when you just don’t care.
grabbing for your titties
and your firm ass too,
with a riven mind he uses to dare:
porno store, liquor store,
this is what i’m living for.
harassment in the sexuall way ….
makes me feel
makes me feel
makes me feel alive all day!
amy lee was a girl
raised up without a father
but in need of a masculine mind
she’s a real hard
never break up businesswoman
dedicated all her life to the grind
but late at night,
she wears suits so tight,
wraps her body ‘round a silver pole
hates it to be touched
by voluptuous men,
she’s not doing it just for the dough.
this is what i cannot stand:
man give me an unwashed hand,
make me be your little girl
until my soul is black and pearl.
9.) high-noon experiences with beans
yesterday a couple of broad beans
slipping down my throat as seen on tv-screen.
the moment they’re acquainting with my guts
flatulence is pushing downwards if’s and but’s
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
believe the smell, don’t doubt it cause it’s true.
such uncomfortable things could happen to you too.
inflated, realizing what it means
to have high-noon experiences with beans.
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
high-noon experience with beans
10.) of beasts & creatures
from the outset of mankind
i’m the master of the creatures
and also since this time,
the so called normal fear and feed us
i see you as my victim,
as the purpose of your greed,
my fate becomes your fate
caused by a lycanthropic fit
all creatures under my command
we owe you our bloom
but the thesis of super-
and subhuman is your doom
‘cause bite per bite i see
children, mothers, fathers
workers also clerics
they all taste like all the others
i am you are we is one
i am you are we is one
i am you are we is one
i am you
you think my life’s unholy, strange,
my species damned and bleak,
but my spirit’s always willing,
just your flesh is more than weak.
you mistreat the world, it’s living,
bemaul your own blood like waste
i am just an epicure
gone mad about your taste.
i’m no demon’s simulacrum,
like Thomas of Aquin
misinterpreted me,
i am alive, not even dead
i’m the voice that makes you kill your brother,
i am in your head.
11.) twilight of the gods
instrumental
12.) of sinking ships & risin' gods
mastered by the nornes,
banned from the scotch island.
like tattooed savage men
wound up to this fry-land.
runes showed sheep, men,
to much methane
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
(we’re born)
to lay about the world
like odin through thors hammer.
fighting the unholy
on his mighty gammer.
long boat, fast boat,
hard work, dry throat,
on mead we doat.
the ironwooden ships,
they all went down to Aegir.
battleaxe is anxious
for sacrificing reindeer.
the rains ‘n’ much mud,
rage makes blood hot
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
born under a nordic sun we’re rising.
we are rising…
13.) weird insects
my father slept for 40 days.
we asked “why” in many ways.
many questions, answers nil,
recurring marrow, iron will,
his lungs had come to a stand-still.
when he joined this world again
regained consciousness was sane.
a fade from mighty man to bones,
first thing we can hear him moan
we will never be alone:
weird insects in our back bones.
weird insects
weird insects
the day my parents fathered me,
donating something rare to be:
often-tired-pendency,
different-notice-tendency,
dancing weird insects within me
dance
weird insects
weird insects
we’re the insects
we’re the insects
14.) LITTLE BOY (4.5 t) [feat. SHAKTI]
the 6th of august started right in 1945.
boarding on the ENOLA GAY thousands still alive.
manhattan projects LITTLE BOY – me – my uncle sam,
born to repacify folks dovelike like a battering ram.
at 8, too late, i recognize Tibbets let me fall
down on this land i’ve never seen just for to kill them all.
not only soldiers, babies, mamas should be witness too.
some damn men far away decide:
“the world’s prepared for something new!”
ME
don’t you cry LITTLE BOY
there’s no one to hold responsible
for the things that you have done.
in a world of free will and respect for such
who is to blame? you’re the one!
15.) A TITANschädl [sung in viennese german]
in schädl voi mit schweametoi
fliagt es hoa gånz wüd herum
konzerte wean zum heatefoi
de zähnt san ausgbrochn, ausgschlågn und krumm
au weh, uje, nå geh
ohne zähnt håd a ka glick mea
bei ana oidn mit an kuss
und weu sei guakal håd kan spaß mea
wiad a gånz deppad und konfus
zåhn um zåhn wiad außagheblt, außagrissn, außagstochn
unta dröhnen wiad titan hineingeboat in seinen knochn
z’guadaletzt, damits wås wiad mim zukagoschal – ungelogn –
wean vom papmschlossa a de schnekettn no aufazogn
‘d visage is schmeazhåt renowiat wuan
då blitzn ‘d zahndaln und da dråht
des håd eam in metl a ned austriebm
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd
trotzdem a jetz an titanschädl håd