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Brothers

What we have here is a stupid song; stupid, stupid, stupid. Still,

      Brothers
was our first single to reach top ten on the charts of Uqbar in Tlön. Banging the drum on this tune is ole Maestro Lindbäck. The trombone section is conducted by Wankin’ Fredheim. The entire Ping boys choir can be heard on the chorus, and we are looking for a music corps to help us perform the finale live!

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.


Flesh With a Wish

As a token of appreciation of you, the receiver of cadeaux audibles, Ping humbly offers

      this
little symphonic piece of joy to put you in that merry state of christmas spiritus. This opus was spawned in Jørgens mind womb and recorded live in the Ping studio. The one hitting it parapapapam is Ping’s own Claes Terjesen. Lyric wise this is a tribute to monkey man Charles Darwin. Musically we honour Donald Glen Vliet and Vincent Damon Furnier to name but a few. Now, you go figure out how this all relates to old Satan Claus on the cross….
Merry x-mas!

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

Discotheque of Darkness

Originally

      Discotheque of Darkness
was recorded on 8-track back in the 90s. The demo can be heard
      here
. However, when Jørgen came up with the final riff and we performed this rocker live, we knew it was time for a revitalized studio recording. Thanks to Kristoffer Alberts for exquisite saxopohone treatment.

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