The A-side

Also known as Radio Hit #1, here’s the lyrics to The A-side. Feel free to sing along.

Is there poison in my wine?

I’m a leopard out of line.

Dining with your pretty friends,

I represent the odds and ends

of this night.

 

You told me what I cannot do,

All the wrongs I resist for you.

Laughing with your best of friends,

Morning comes and I’ll make amends,

but not tonight.

 

Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Falls like a star with a number for name.

 

So I spill my semen and heart

So sincere, this vulgar art.

Mingling with the spotlight fiends

Wonder if it ever ends,

but it might.

 

Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Falls like a star with a number for name.

Feels like I’m fishing in bottles of water,

Shining the surface, striving for fame.

Artwork for the new single ready!

Ping is proud to present the artwork for our coming single “The A-side/The B-side”. Visual miracle worker, Mr Martin Kvamme, once again steps up and does his magic.

The A-side

 

The single will be available on 7″ vinyl and digital download, courtesy of Brown Lagoon Records. The grand release will be at John Dee, Oslo, Saturday May 11th. Get your tickets here!

 

The B-side

Motorik

Ping is proud to present this visually stunning video from “The Hurricane Spoof”.
While enjoying the pulsating beat of Motorik, director Erik Ferguson realised he ought to gather the Bergen mob; get down and dirty, not to mention semi-nude, to deliver this gritty piece of noir document. I’m telling you, this is almost exactly as it happened in that particular reality.

Sitting in metal, looking at plants
Living in concrete, looking through glass
Putting plants in my mouth
Pointing arm to the south
It’s so easy, it’s so easy

Shaking body laying on the rocks
Receiving sound in the ear
Twisting mouth while making these words
Processing sound that I hear

Oh, I’m gonna keep it easy,
Can you switch the light?
’cause I’m living in it,
tell me when to stop
’cause the sky has turned white

The Hurricane Spoof – New album April 2012!

At long last, Brown Lagoon Media Syndicate is proud to present the première piece of pingoleeze prog-pop from “The Hurricane Spoof“.

Ave Pingus follows the tale of a troubled romantic and his talented, juvenile monkey.

I put leather beneath my soles to insulate
a lever between our souls to isolate
I let her behold my sole emotion – hate
wrote a letter before it’s too late

I got a present for you – lost in the woods
It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene
He’s got a heart of gold and your name tattooed on his tongue
every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods
I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?
oh…

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control!

Surfin’ Microwaves

Ah…

      Surfin' Microwaves
. As the title suggests we’re dealing with epic material here. You see, for Ping, surfing is not a mere recreational activity or a diverter of pastime; it’s a mode of transport. So let’s all join virtual hands and smack the lip together as we traverse unexplored musical and philosophical landscapes. Hang loose!

Out surfing on the microwaves
Face to face with an empty space
Lay like dust on a grave during earthquake
Hand in hand with the unplanned

Dive, dive, dive, dive..
Surf or dive!

Way too small to magnify, put it on the weight
it’s about to qualify
Measuring the value,
there is time to decimate

Surf’s up and the market’s down
No. 3 is your number one clown!
Too alive call the liquidator
When in doubt check the online translator

Donate an organ to electrify,
we need a brain
Brand new prototype
Putting your axe to the max
Get ready to decapitate

We need a brain!

Surfin’ Microwaves features trumpet & viola arrangements by Roald Madland, performed by Kim Alexander Wiegels Eriksen & Bendik Bjørnstad Foss, while Georg Lundgren is hammering the bongos.

Ave Pingus – new single & video

At long last, Brown Lagoon Media Syndicate is proud to present the première piece of pingoleeze prog-pop from “The Hurricane Spoof“.

Ave Pingus follows the tale of a troubled romantic and his talented, juvenile monkey.

I put leather beneath my soles to insulate
a lever between our souls to isolate
I let her behold my sole emotion – hate
wrote a letter before it’s too late

I got a present for you – lost in the woods
It’s a little baby monkey, making a scene
He’s got a heart of gold and your name tattooed on his tongue
every night he puts up a show; playing your emotions

Ave Pingus

I’ve got a pheasant for you – lost in the woods
I’ve got a headache for you, know what I mean?
oh…

We got it under control – the monkey’s got it under control!