Recorded live and late, late at night. The Creme De Menthe was finished but in the name of art, Red Wattle located a stray bottle of Thunderbird (Red Label) and forced it down Saddleback's throat. Potbelly took to the Hammond. The Meater and Spots had what can only be descibed as 'A Drum Off'. Red Wattle raised his axe. Something happened. They gave a performance which delivers the hog, the whole hog and nothing but the hog.
lyrics
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog.
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog
You'll make a sausage outa me
And I got the apple sauce.
I may be a hog,
But Im hung like a horse.
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog.
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog x2
From my snout, to my hooves,
To my big ol' piggy cock,
Gonna take you back to my place,
Gonna make that pig ass rock.
You cant tell what Im thinkin,
From my tiny piggy eyes,
But what Im really thinkin about,
Would make any grown piggy cry.
From my trotter, to my tail,
Im a hog that never failes.
From your ears, to your hooves,
I'll put my slop all over you.
You cant tell what Im thinkin,
From my tiny piggy eyes,
But what Im really thinkin about,
Would make any grown piggy cry.
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog.
Im the hog, Im the whole hog,
Im nothin but the hog X a dillion
credits
from The Whole Hog E.P.,
released August 31, 2012
The Meater - Drums
Spots - Drums
Saddleback - Vocals, Bass & Stylophone
Red Wattle - Guitars
Potbelly - Bottle & Keyboards
Under leaden skies they gathered from afar. On the banks of heavy water whipped white by a rapier wind they cast their
collective minds upon a single, mighty, unholy communion. Out of the light and back, way back, into the darkness they fell....until it was done...and IT was a thing of god-awful majesty....
... And then they ate crab.... for Darkfast......more