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by The Frogs

The third in a series of Frogs albums featuring improvised home recordings.
Genre: Rock: 60's Rock
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1. Pay
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2. La Da Da Da, La Da Da Dee, La Da Da Dum Dum
2:32 $0.99
3. Love Me or Die Bitch
1:12 $0.99
4. Evil Arnold (w/ the Ugly Name)
1:47 $0.99
5. Is It Right to Kiss the Boys (when You're a Girl and Not a Boy?)
3:26 $0.99
6. One of Them Wore Wings, the Other Did the Painting
2:22 $0.99
7. Golden Showers
2:03 $0.99
8. Dead Pussy in the Road w/ Mother's Name on Top
1:26 $0.99
9. U Bastards
1:50 $0.99
10. (Try Out My New) Sex Doll Baby!!!
2:32 $0.99
11. Love in the Sand
2:56 $0.99
12. Für Z Muzik Biz (10 Years to Waste)
2:56 $0.99
13. Blonde & Beautiful, Beat-up (& the Bitch Was Young)
1:10 $0.99
14. I'm Back to Women
1:34 $0.99
15. My Show Business Days
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16. Sailors Board Me Now
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Album Notes
There are bands, and then there are groups. And The Frogs, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, just a short shot north of America's Midwest, are a fine group. These days being in a band means as much about perception as calculation, but there is little manipulation in this group because you see, The Frogs just are; point is they exist. They shouldn't really, because they are either too good for rock and roll, or too politically incorrect to matter. But they are one of the greatest rock groups to come out of the 20th century precisely because they are too good for rock and roll, and too smart to care about caring. Fine tunesmiths, they craft memorable hooks out quite readily before stomping on them because they dare to exist. Nothing is sacred, but the reverence is there for the unspeakable uncomfortability that is at the heart of merging electricity and feeling and commerce. They have neither won nor lost, they persist. Deal with them before they put you in their sights and deal with you by ignoring what you care about. Their agenda is clear; to love, but never in the way you love. Their love is strong, willful, and brutish. make a wish, and they can make it come true. - Billy Corgan

Lyrics :

fucking bitch gonna pay
gonna wrangle her ass in may
got all the records that pavement made
and i smashed them all today
my pubic hairs are crazy
givin' me a rash in hell
i didn't tell you
i smashed my Wesley Willis records as well
give up your pussy again
rock all night
bitch is gonna pay i'll tell ya motherfucker
in the motherfucking morning light
i never had any Sebadoh records
but if i had them i'd smash them too
you, of course, i always loved Sonic Youth, blow me
rock, rock, rock, hey rock
fucking bitch gonna pay
gonna wrangle her ass in may
got all the records that Pavement made
and i smashed them all today
give up your pussy again
rock all night
bitch is gonna pay i'll tell ya motherfucker
in the motherfucking morning light

la da da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee
la da da, la da dee, la da dum dum
la da da, la da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum
ah holding my daffodil in the snow
ah wouldn't you know it here comes a bum
ah wanting more than a daffodil to play with
la da da, la da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da dee, ah
and he curls up next to me
and even though i'm a man he french kisses me
i notice his dentures but i don't back off
la da da da, la da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum
and he whistles for me to come back
but i'm on my way and i've got things to do
and he's a little too old for me
and someday we pray we'll play again
this time with more than our hands and lips
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum
la da da da, la da da dee
la da da da, la da da dee
la da da da, la da da dee, la da da dum dum

love me or die bitch
make up your mind quick
love me or die bitch
look me up the eye friend
i am a man
i'm an animal
i'm a witch
which am i?
better love me now
you better milk my cow
you better shut up
my mind just gave up

i'm here to hurt you
i'm here to cause you all kinds of pain
i'm Evil Arnold
the guy with the ugly name
i'm here to cause violence
and blood flowing and tears streaming down your face
and your hands have been removed, your legs too
your body and soul have been sold
your fuckin' house has been put up for auction
i'm Evil Arnold, jack's brother
i took the life of your mother
i took the life of your father
i took the lives of everyone
my name is Arnold
how'd ya like a heart attack?
that wasn't me speakin' that sounded like Jack
i'm evil, Evil Arnold
i ain't no pig
i don't get dirty with the bodies once i've killed them
i'm Arnold with the ugly name

is it right to kiss the boys
when you're a girl and not a boy?
i don't think so, 'cause i know so, it ain't good
it's better to be a man, dip your fingers in the sand
see what you can figure out with your thumb up a rump
oh baby boy, you're an infant in my arms
charming rabbit slut boy
where did you come from? was it England or Tokyo?
oh i can't remember but
is it right for you to kiss my bulge?
is it right for you to change my big ripe light bulb lips?
my swollen head is burning, we're both learning
how t' have more fun than we could have with the girls
i told you they were wrong
get out of their arms
get into the man who's waiting for you
with the charms of a god
it's alright if he's a dirty old sod
they're the best teachers
boys get hard
i was, i have been hard since birth
i'm available, beneath my skirt i'm really available
here's a dime, call me up
here better yet, here's a quarter
see ya later

silly boys and girls
the way they try on makeup
popcorn days and football ways
the way they play when they break up
it's a crime the way they take the Doc so seriously
they'll dock your pay
they'll dock you down by the bay
for the hay beneath your feet
your camel's stiff
oh your rocking riding ways are through boys
the girls are taking over
they're taking over
we can't let this happen
can't let this go on much longer boys
take command of the commandments
you make them up yourselves
you drop yourself down one chute
you'll wind up in hell
you're trying on shoes that were left over from Jesus and Satan
well one of them wore wings, the other did the painting
get yourself a brush and clean up the whole town
play Santa Claus in winter, Easter bunny spring
when it comes to summer get out your wieners and your vagina things
and have yourselves a kick
have yourselves a blast
teach someone the meaning of the word ''ass''
you know what i mean

golden showers, morning hours
fresh as a newborn daisy chain
Crisco rain, rinse away
rinse it all away, down the drain
midnight lovers
all of them 'neath the covers
no one got no sleep
golden showers, horny hours
taking the tongue up to the rump
tasted good, well you knew it would
it all tastes good at this time of the morning
roped and dripping, latex
the drizzling, the ramming of rain
reminds you of Spain
golden showers, morning hours
fresh from the dew, the Crisco rain
oh the golden showers
i hope that all of your wet dreams come true

lah la la la lah lah luh lagh la la,
dead pussy in the road with mother's name on top
it never will stop screaming my name
oh mother yeah yeah
mother yeah yeah
mother yeah yeah yeah
dead pussy in the road with mother's name on top
dead pussy in the road with mother, it never will stop
it goes yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
dead pussy in the road with mother's name on top
pussy in the road, it never will stop
dead pussy

you should be sent to hell
you rotten motherfuckers
you bastards
i'm a bastard
you should be sent to hell, you should
for making fun of everything
you can't tell if you're serious or not
you bastards
you mother mother motherfuckers
you' re gonna get yours
either tomorrow or tonight
tomorrow morning
you rotten bastards
i don't know if you're gay or straight
and personally i don't care
you just keep making fun of everything
that i'm aware of
you rotten bastards
should be sent to hell
you'll get yours

try out my new sex doll baby
have a ball
try out my new sex doll woman
i got to learn how to slow down
try out my new sex doll darlin'
try out my new sex period
ride 'em fuckin' cowgirl
better yet cowboy yee hah!
i got a couple questionable habits
i fucked priests too
i fucked a priest with a habit once yeah
yee hah! ride 'em priest cowboy
it's your birthday
it's a birthday boy salute
twenty-one candles up in flames
and one of them is my fist
have a sex doll party
have a sex doll wing-ding, El Paso style
oh sex doll cowboy, hungry man style
sex doll baby
have some sex doll

my head 'neath the rock
where we laid by the dock of our bed
oh love in the sand
i held your scaly hand
most women don't hold mine
what a fine specimen of a boy you turned out to be
you dropped down to your knees
you dropped your trousers 'neath the palm bush
a cool breeze blew through me
as you blew me a kiss
you blew other things that night
i've got to admit you were tight
we were close, close enough to part
i never saw you again after that night
actually morning
the light fell upon my penis
and in the distance a sailboat swam away and cried
i lied on the beach
and lied to myself that you loved me
the seagulls were no comfort, believe me
and now it's goodbye
and i kiss the rock upon which i buried your body
la dee dee, i buried your body
la dee do, your rotting fucking body
don't ever cross a faggot

virgin virgin
my fuckin' foot's gettin' tired
i'm so tired of you
i'm gettin' tired
so tired of you
i'm proud of everything you do
you wasted ten years of my life
i'm not the bastard, it's you
it's you
i told you before, but it's true
my foot's gettin' tired
and i don't care what you think or what you do
it's all over for you
you wasted a whole decade, you fucks
you missed the whole goddamn thing
and now, now you blame me
oh you blame me, fuck you
i've nothing to lose
fuck you, fuck you
la da da da da

blonde and beautiful, beat-up and the bitch was young
and the diamond pearls strung from her neck
oh give me another chance to strangle your neck tonight
(everything about her was blonde
from her cunt to her hair
from her hair to her cunt, she was blonde)
(she was young)
blonde and beautiful, your chance had come and gone
(you won't live too long while i'm around)
to tell the tale
and beneath your blonde curls, your black and blue eyes
you 're a devilish girl and
blonde and beautiful, beat-up and young
and diamond-ridden witch
you were different baby
i love you, i missed you
and i still miss your (cunt)
(it's a shame you were a slut and not a bitch)
it was a blonde fur
that you put next to your Japanese blonde cunt

spitting out fire
from the goat's milk i've drunk
i feel like a punk with an earring up my balls
i'm about to take a big fat fall though
as you know
i'm back to women
i couldn't keep it up
they changed my mind around
now i'm spitting out fire from my balls
i know it's screwed up
but i'm, i'm back to women
like i said, i couldn't keep it up
i'm spitting out fire through all of my orifices
and if that ain't enough
i had to give up cologne
i got all my hair removed
shaved off, i used a big tube of the mean stuff

my show business days
they said were over with and done
but the time had come to grace the stage
once again i had to take the stage
and show them how it was done
i was the only one
they said i was nuts
they didn't know t' how t' cut it up
i showed 'em how t' do it right
each and ev'ry night a standing ovation
but then the end of the show business days
we knew they had, had to end
and as i look back on my memories
oh I've got some good show business memories
like the time with rosie gal marie
she has memories
ahh it's all i got left
my show business days were here
and now they've left me

ten times i loved you, twenty times i hated you
but all in all when the love was done
we shoved the boat to shore
and agreed that girls are bores
men let's stick together
older men who are horny
should be together with other men who are lonely
cocktail lounging on our yachts made of hot cock
oh greased down and waxed and built and bulging boys
named Jimmy Jack Roy Bloy
weird last name but just the same
oh ho ho, get your paddles out here we go
oh ho ho, blow me down you sailors ohhh
oh there ' s a strong current brewing
oh I can feel it coming through me
there's a little olive pit stuck in somewhere
i can feel your
i can feel the toothpick, you're a thin man
i can feel a toothpick, get out of my sandbox boys
on the yacht, cherry cock
all aboard
sailors here we go, left hand up the road
all aboard, i'm board t' death with girls
sailors board me now
i was born t' be fucked like a cow
cowards, men who don't fuck me are cowards
girls who get near me are fools
oh boys, men get on board
we're going sailing, places unknown
it's gonna be quite a trip

Bananimals Reviews

Once again unexpectedly emerging with an official album after a long silence, the Frogs stepped back from the smooth sounds of Starjob with a new collection of often rough, perversely charming, and always entertainingly offensive tracks. A fair number of songs could easily constitute a part two of It's Only Right and Natural, mixing the same elements of sweet folkiness and gay-themed lyrics. "La Da Da Da, La Da Da Dee, La Da Da Dum Dum" -- indeed the title as well as the chorus -- talks about French kissing some guy and not minding his dentures. Meanwhile, "Love in the Sand" lazily describes a scenario with another fellow where he "blew me...a kiss." Not everything is quite so focused -- thus, of course, "Love Me or Die, Bitch" ("make up your mind which!"), with alternately beautiful and stomped piano. An even more perversely pretty example is "Golden Showers," where the music and tender singing are quite lovely, even if the water sports being celebrated aren't swimming and water polo. The hints of melancholia and distress which underpin a lot of the band's best work crop up more than once, sometimes in the simplest of ways, as they do in the lead piano on "One of Them Wore Wings, the Other Did the Painting." Dennis Flemion is still in fine, scraggly voice -- alternately breathy, aggressively camp, or just plain screwed up (refer to "Evil Arnold [With the Ugly Name]" for a good example of the latter). When he gets to slamming down some of the morons of the world -- thus, "U Bastards" ("you should be sent to hell/you rotten motherfckers") -- his singing is at its sweetest. "Fur z Musik Biz (10 Years to Waste)" is perhaps the perfect epitome of such an approach -- a sickly sweet, tenderly arranged "up yours" to the industry that is simply mind-blowing. ~ Ned Raggett, All Music Guide



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