Live tracks from a concert at Gamla, Oslo 2010. Check them out at Ping For Your Pod, to the right. Thanks to Kristoffer Alberts (Saxophone), Kim Alexander Wiegels Eriksen (Trumpet) and ex-Ping Hans Norman Fredheim (Keys).

Shave your head and find the spot,

Put a flower in the pot.

Snap to bar and have a drink,

Crack the star and let it sink,

It makes me think – I have found the missing link!

Platypussy, Platypussy Go, Go – Platypussy Go!

Levitate & Deviate.

Hippo pop

One day I was so stupid, one day I was so stupid,

so really really stupid, you can’t believe how stupid!

I wouldn’t put a bet on how stupid I can get,

my maiden name is Stupid – stupid, stupid, stupid.

Today when I discovered the matrix of all things,

geometry of poetry, and the missing lynx.

Stupid’s gonna be on the news today, yeah!

Now they gonna listen to what stupid’s gotta say!

I met my brother at the end of a mile,

hadn’t seen him for quite a while,

he told me stories ’bout his fishing gear,

I told him ’bout my deepest fear.

I met my brother at the end of the Nile,

we hadn’t met for quite a while

I told him ’bout my old guitar,

he promised me a ride in his car.

Not suprisingly and not unrelated, Konstantinopel is also the title of this humalong tune, as performed on stage in Oslo, at John Dee 17/01/09.

Rumour has it that a Turkish fraction is contemplating to make Konstantinopel the new Turkish national anthem! (But these are rumours, as I said, and it’s probably more like a fraction of a fraction…)

Underneath the city is a basement,

Underneath the stairway is a key.

Crawl through the pipelines in the sewer,

Maybe at the end you’ll see the sea.

Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon your

Flesh, guided by a wish,

To be guided by something else;

One day we”ll have maggots with brains,

Ringing their little bells.

Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon your

Flesh guided by a wish

Slowly, slowly, they say that you slow me down.

Slowly, slowly, roots coming up from the ground.

They’re gonna call out your name,

We’re gonna call out your name,

Call out your name one last time.

Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon your flesh…

Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon your

Flesh guided by a wish.

Call out your name, we’re gonna call out your name

One last time

As you may gather from the title, Cross Country Skiing is a season oriented tune, describing the pleasures and leisures of nordic winter. Notice the steady, rockin’ drumbeat – that’s the old Boss hitting it. Jørgen’s passionate vocals on the bridge were inspired by Peter Hammill, and the hasty synth run was yours truly pretending to be Roy Wood – the wizzard.

Cross country skiing in the morning sun,

all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.

I used to look inside the mirror,

now the mirror looks at him.

Cross country skiing in the morning sun,

all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.

I careth not from where thou cameth

bearing ski wax in thy hand,

sliding naked down the glacier,

it’s the laying of the land.

Cross country skiing in the morning sun,

all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.

The shame fills my heart like a fart fills an elevator,

I blamed it on art from the start, now it’s sooner than later.

First I do green, then I add grey,

I spit on it twice and call it a day -

May day! It’s Pay day!

The aim is a part of the tart that is mystically flavoured,

Shine my funny little Ballantine.

I left all my troubles behind

my lovely little funky rhymes.

First I did green, then I turned grey,

I ripped out my heart and used it as clay,

Mayday – yabbadabbadabbaday – Hey!!

Alas, Ping proudly presents (You are the one that they used to call) Donkey Kong.

I’ve got an itch in the fruit, I’m talking pain in the mango.

We’ve got a flying banana, let’s do the tangerine tango.

Hand in hand we’ll do the coconut calypso.

Pineapple boogie, in the Big Apple pie.

One night it stayed out late, I have a hole underneath my bed.

Please excuse me, don’t confuse me, I can’t go on without you, and you…

…and you are the one that they used to call Donkey Kong.

Last night it had a dream, and it was clear then just when and how -

much undone please don’t conceive me now!

Can you feel the presence of the Prince of Darkness?

Beelzebub is calling. Calling for your flesh now.

Everybody’s waiting. Darkness is the essence.

Enter as a christian; exit with the demons.

So come on! I’ll see you down at the

Discotheque of Darkness