born in hell,soaked in reverb Instrumental
erich sez:
nothing like an instrumental to kick things off. i dont have to sing,i can just play play play. this is important.we usually record all in one go. no edits,no rearranging songs. how you hear it is how we played it,and in what order. nothing much to say about this. a rocking tune with a bit of a spaghetti western feel. anyone who is cool loves spaghetti westerns.
Karoliena sez:
its no secret im the one who writes the music. erich will come to me with an idea,a sound he wants and i basically tell him what notes to play...by notes,i mean tabs. then i have to play it for him and he gets the idea. im not saying he is worthless as a guitar player. he does add his own inflections and flavor. but um..yeah. i composed this.
ooc: sounds similar tooooooo
Angel thighs (original lyrics by Curtis lee. )
Pretty little angel thighs, pretty little angel thighs
Pretty little angel, pretty little thighs
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel
(Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel thighs)
Angel thighs, I really love you so
Angel thighs, I'll never let you go
Because I want you, my darlin' angel thighs
(Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel thighs)
Angel thighs, you are so good to me
And when I'm in between, you be so heavenly
You know I love you, my darlin' angel thighs
I know you were sent from hell below
You rule my life with your leather glove.
I know we'll be fucking for eternity
'Cause I know that our lust is really real
(Angel thighs, angel thighs)
Angel thighs, I really love you so
Angel thighs, I'll never let you go
Because I want you, my darlin' angel thighs
Pretty little angel thighs
Pretty little angel thighs
Pretty little angel, pretty little angel
Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel
(Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel thighs)
Angel thighs, I really love you so
Angel thighs, I'll never let you go
Because I want you, my darlin' angel thighs
(Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel thighs)
i love the doo wop. if i was a lady? id totally want someone to sing a doo wop song to me.
being the randy devil that i am,i couldnt do just a straight up cover of this. it would be boring at shows and i couldnt have that.i kept it pretty true to the original,just added a little bit of dirtyness. love is nothing without lust,just as lust is empty without love. we all know who this song is dedicated. miss hess has the best legs in the business. i may or may not have sung to an "erich only" photo of ada during the recording of this. you know,for that authentic feel.
you guys get to hear my voice on this one! i sing the back up vocals and do a smack up job,if i do say so myself.
we kept it authentic. it sounds pretty thin sounding by modern standards. i like to picture this song playing in a bombed out diner and echoing off the emptiness around it. i hate playing doo wop as a i dont get to do any bass slaps! i have to do at least 30 per song,or else the psychobilly union complains.
Famous corpse reclamation squad.we prowl the streets early in the morning.
orange streetlights bathing the scene.
our hearse is hungry...and only celebrity will satisfy its hunger.
shoot it up,snort it up and drink it down.
we will always be there and running around.
when you draw your last in the most embarrassing way,
we will chuck you in a bag and haul you away.
you were always ours,from the moment you took stage.
the famous dont perish like the plebeians,comfy and in bed.
no,the gilded ones go out in fabulous style and the nation will mourn.
shoot it up,snort it up and drink it down.
we will always be there and running around.
when you draw your last in the most embarrassing way,
we will chuck you in a bag and haul you away.
we were there when buddy,ritchie,and jp came crashing down.
the f.c.r.s. signal went out it was time for jimbo morrison to go in the ground.
river phoenix made it easy for us and died in the street.
we hauled kurt away after his killer headache.
we already had a slot reserved for miss winehouse,but she was late.
shoot it up,snort it up and drink it down.
we will always be there and running around.
when you draw your last in the most embarrassing way,
we will chuck you in a bag and haul you away.
if you hear our 454 rumbling outside your door,its already too late.
that velvet blanket is being unrolled to help preserve your dignity.
that is all just for show though. once you pick you up,its weekend at bernies!
shoot it up,snort it up and drink it down.
we will always be there and running around.
when you draw your last in the most embarrassing way,
we will chuck you in a bag and haul you away.
erich sez:
when you start in music,you pretty much agree to a shorter lifespan. between being able to indulge every vice humanly possible to pouring everything you are into you art...its going to catch up with you sooner or later. this song is tongue in cheek for sure,but its also my way of looking at my own mortality. ive nearly od'd several times. once on live tv. each time saint elvis has told me it isnt my time and sends me back. ive been threatened with all manner of weapon and ive returned that favor more than once. being a musician is an odd life. its one part marque de sade,one part ghandi,two parts purple kool aide, and a jigger of formaldehyde from the jar with hitlers brain in it we keep in the back store room....what were we talking about again?
Karoliena sez:
this is a different direction than we usually take. there are NO rockabilly influences to this song, not a single one. instead we went with sort of a dark surf sound. lots of reverb on the guitar and mixing my bass waaaaaaay down. really erich's time to shine and i think he pulls it off well. the music really captures that....tension that the song requires. erich and i dont play songs as much as we create audio pictures. drop acid and that phrase will make a lot more sense.
ooc: sounds like
Flat trajectory of a self medicating baron.
You can't out flashlight a lightsaber,no matter how hard you try. Gonorrhea can't be cured by contracting diarrhea.though sometimes the two strike at once. Then where you will be makes the lightsaber conundrum a moot question indeed.
Fetch me my chamber pot,I wish To bleed. Fetch it now,I say! Nay,I plead. I purchased these leeches for but a farthing. Something tells me they are just mummified fingers from thieves.or perhaps severed penises from unwanted fetuses.
The land is mine to survey and then to proceed.if I strain hard enough,I can strike Apollo himself down with my urine stream...not the god,of course. But Apollo creed.
He seems like the sort to like a golden shower. I wouldn't know about that. I'm hiding in the Quaker oat man's wig.
Modern trench warfare isn't what it used to be. Our boys used to just roll out cinnamon rolls from a store brand tin. Now the fat cats moved in and our once proud cinnamon roll industry has been privatized. This all happened behind my sleeping back. I cannot help it,there was change to be mined from the crustiest of couch cushions.generations of inbreeding has made my ejaculations drizzly. I have to collect it all in a sack and then tie it to a bottle rocket.
This after I will don my best action slacks.I will hide in my bathtub and slowly melt to the porcelain. If anyone disturbs my slumber? I am not me. I'm the latest fox news anchor.Campbell's soup flows in my veins! Cut me open and bask in my cream of chicken. Ten proofs of purchase and you get the entire series of mash.
DVD extras and torn bedsheets are the secret to cutty Sark. Trust me,I know.I have seen the very mines it comes from! Dr cuddy, on the other hand? She affected technology in ways unheard of to the criminal class. She lost her navel in the battle of Hastings. Now she is my leech wench....and not very adept at it.
There is no more for me in this little duchy. I sold the van I was born in to some meth heads from another state. They will craft underwear from polaroids of long forgotten relatives.
The howitzer I was launched from has faded from sight.I'm about to circumnavigate this world in a display of terrestrial reincarnation. Grab my framework and do not dawdle. If you miss my tether I shall have to make another pass. I don't think I have it in me. I am Pocahontas' long plucked chin hair.
erich sez:
im a huge fan of the beat writers,especially william s burroughs. lets face it,i rip a lot off of him and alfred jarry. biting wit,unsafe firearm practices....yup. thats what i took away from those two. i really like the cut up prose of "naked lunch" and "the ticket that exploded". i really wanted to capture that feeling in a song. at first glance,it makes no sense. but the more you read,the more your brain makes the connection between all the snippets of writing. karoliena and i wrote this under more than a few nibbles of mushrooms,peyote and acid. we wanted to make sure we were far into that plane of existence that mad men revel in and sane men shun.
Karoliena sez:
this began the really weird part of the recording session. things were....imbibed. im a mother now and cant elaborate! finally i could really go all out with my bass work. this song is....rambling,to say the least. so i wanted the music to match. its basically 10 minutes of the same thing over and over and over again. but i got to slap the shit out of my bass and thats all i really want out of music. you can find out a lot about a person's sexual habits by the music they make. and i like it physical.
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Jack Nicholson's nine nifty nipples They stand proud on the fleshy plains of Nicholson.
Wrinkly and erect. Loving the feel of an old golf shirt.
Like little soldiers all in a row. Nobody told them
Each side should only have one.
Nope. They numbered 9. They were there from birth.
Jack Nicholson's nine nifty nipples.nine!
Thats seven more baby feeders than mine!
Whatever would you do with more than two?
Jack,you're no friend of mine!
were they there during the filming of easy rider?
or did they sprout much later,like in as good as it gets?
as a baby did he have more,but lost them when he fell out the stroller?
was rampant nipple chafing behind his anger in a few good men?
Jack Nicholson's nine nifty nipples.nine!
Thats seven more baby feeders than mine!
Whatever would you do with more than two?
Jack,you're no friend of mine!
you are paranoid that your deadly secret will be revealed.
all it would take i a very cold day,or a peeping tom...or susan.
you spend hours in front a micrwave,praying those extra nips can be peeled.
if you could just get rid of those extras,you could do sex scenes again
Jack Nicholson's nine nifty nipples.nine!
Thats seven more baby feeders than mine!
Whatever would you do with more than two?
Jack,you're no friend of mine!
erich sez:
if you havent written a song about jack nicholson's nipples...have you really lived?
im getting older now and i will be able to look my maker right in his eyes and say " yes. yes i have written a song about jack nicholson's nipples. now give way and let me have at the harp playing and halo wearing." . this was originally going to be "nicholas cage's nine nifty nipples",but i threw up after the second line. i just couldnt handle that much thinking about nicholas cage. or his nipples which i imagine play the theme from raising arizona when flicked. as that is the film people use as an excuse for his suck ass other movies. but you know what? that movie sucked too. jack nicholson is the man i want to write my nipple based song on.
Karoliena Sez:
this is a ready made crowd pleaser. much like mr nicholson's nipples. so we went with a rocking little number that is sure to get butts wiggling.we got bass solos,we got guitar solos,we dont have a drum solo though. its got everything you could ever want in a song. it takes a lot of work to get a band to sound this stupid.
ooc:sounds like..
Roald Dahl and the teddy bear picnic orgy One day the giant peach set down on a beach ,
and roald stepped out. He dropped his pants,and readied his ass for an enema of bleach.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
He was a freak,of that there can be no doubt.
Giant peaches and chocolate factories a plenty.
He'd give a a dog a rimmer,if you had the money.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
So from the beach and into the glen.
Ol roald was looking for something to stick it in.
He looked high and low,here and there.
Finally he saw some teddy bears.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
He never fancied himself a furry,but his raging erection
Said "I'll explode if you don't hurry!" He grabbed the closest one by the ear and his tub of Vaseline,clear.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
The bears had been picnicking this bright summery day.
Father teddy was grumpy, mother was in a womanly way
And definitely not up for some rumpy pumpy.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
Horny roald came crashing through.
The bushes parted,father farted
And they saw what Dahl aimed to do.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
What happened next isnt much of a surprise.
Bears fucked roald,roald fucked bears.
By the end,he was covered in hairs,and had stuffing in his eyes.
Rikki tikki taavy
Roald is smooth and savvy.
Rigid and veiny is his dick,
And that is where th teddy bears have their picnic!
erich sez:a first for us...putting a song that was released as a single on an album. but this time karoliena takes over on vocals. i,for one think its an improvement. who doesnt want to the sultry stylings of karoliena singing a song that is frankly,below her talents? when i wrote this song i naturally was watching charlie and chocolate factory while eating mescaline coated popcorn. it tastes awful,but i think it adds to the whole "im watching tv on hallucinogens" thing. what does all the imagery in this song symbolize? nothing. it is about exactly what it says. im a troubled man,i know.
Karoliena Sez:
i love singing in the studio. i HATE singing on stage. i have no idea what to do. just sitting there playing and singing feels like im slacking. i think i should be jumping around or something....so yeah,this version will probably never be played live. erich and i also swtiched instruments for this song. my guitar playing is a little bit more delicate than his and his bass playing...well,its passable. its kind of a shame i dont like singing live,as i do like this version better. and not just because i get to sing! there is something about the juxtaposition of my vocals and nearly idiotic lyrics.
ooc: sounds like... (this is how i do have karoliena pictured singing)
we put the meth in Mayberry.
Opies down at the old fishing hole.
Tin can full of worms and his finest cane pole.
He doesn't know it,but he's been there for days.
Those little rocks from Otis sure changed opie's ways.
Now they have him....
Never bathing,
Always scratching.
Sometimes crying.
Sometimes laughing.
Staying up for weeks.
Sold his bed and never sleeps.
He's gotta have more,
So now he's friends with Floyd the barber.
Floyd would whistle as he trimmed stray hairs.
Mayberryites' asses were always welcome in his chairs.
Ol Floyd would talk your ear off in his awkward way.
Nervously yammering and wringing his hands away.
Since opie's now found meth, Floyd's van has a new guest.
Now he's.....
Fucking Opie right up the ass.
Grabbing those ears,
Cutting him with glass.
Opie's got such an addiction.
2 Dollars buys a lot of friction.
Floyd's van broke down,couldn't go another mile.
so he finally took it on down to gomer Pyle.
Gomer rooted around under that hood,but
Surprise surprise surprise! it all looked good.
Its rare he was this flummoxed.
his cousin, goober , was the family lummox.
At his wits end,he took out that packet from Opie.
" pa can't find my medicine,hold it for me" he said.
It looked safe enough.
Almost like fancy snuff.
Now gomer is...
Hanging out with Ernest t bass.
Getting high of his ass.
Throwin rocks,
Whipping out his cock.
Dancing naked for aunt bea.
Now hes in quite the calamity.
Sheriff Andy strolls through his southern hamlet.wondering where if went wrong.
Things haven't been this fucked up since all the apple pies were gone.
His jail cells are completely full of grubby and rambling denizens.
Just two weeks ago they were honest citizens.
Mayberry is a dry town,so what could these people be on?
Barney had even taken that weed that goober had grown.
Now barn is........
Stealing from the evidence locker.
Giving Thelma Lou the shocker.
Sneaking around to see misses crump.
Keeping quiet that they frequently hump.
Taking that long drive to mt pilot.
Handing out little bags and saying " just try it"
erich sez:ah,my favorite fictional town. i watched this show a lot growing up,and i actually do like it.
but if you cant take the piss out of things you like..or even yourself,what good are you? i originally had this planned to be like sheriff andy suddenly finds himself in the breaking bad universe....but then this song would be like 20 minutes long. which is fine for vintage metallica tunes, but for atomic war bride? fuck no. i have drugs to do and miss hess to roger. so here is the cliff note version,maybe eventually ill write part 2. part 2 andy gets his bloody revenge on barney. it will be this generations "stuck in the closet",only everyone will realize its a joke and not take the fucking shit seriously.
Karoliena sez:
we open the song with the famous whistling from the tv show. i want to say this is like..i dunno,the third song that is influenced by this show? we didnt get it in belgum,so its a mystery to me. once we get past the little intro,we kick it into......mild mode! erich turns on his warm, folky voice,and breaks out the nylon string acoustic. this song we had to do in several takes. we were cracking up at the completely over the top cornyness we played with. we really tried the channel the goofy bands you would see on the religious channel at 2 am. you know,real americana as envisioned by weirdos.
ooc:sounds like:
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one of my favorite tunes he does
