Unlike Ogre's earlier Skinny Puppy work, ohGr has a more conventional structure to its music as well as a lighter tone, lyrically and musically.
The band was officially formed in 2001, although the material for the first album, Welt dates back to the mid-nineties, having been held up due to legal trouble with American Records. The first work produced by the band was actually the soundtrack for the computer game 'Descent II', but it was a number of years before their first album was released. Welt was originally the title of the group, a long standing acronym from early Skinny Puppy years when, shortly after Bill Leeb (of Front Line Assembly) left the band, Ogre graffitied "Wilhelm Eats Lunch Today" around Vancouver due to their then-acrimonious split. It was then refined to the less antagonistic "When Everyone Learns Truth". It was later discovered that in the interval, the name had been taken by a Californian punk band.
ohGr's third album titled Devils in my Details was released on October 17th, 2008 in Germany, October 20th in the United Kingdom, and October 21st in the United States. ohGr toured in support of the album release during the autumn of 2008. At Comic-Con 2008, Ogre announced that Bill Moseley will be contributing to the new ohGr album, as a result of them becoming friends through Repo! The Genetic Opera. It was tentatively revealed in a chat with the band that an album of B-sides from Devils in my Details (entitled "D-Sides") and an album of unreleased material from the 1990s (entitled "Dfault") was due to be released. In October 2009 a link to www.wdihtf.com appeared on Skinny Puppy's website. When users sign up to the mailing list they receive a link to the song COLLIDOSKOPE which starts with many different voices saying "Welcome to Collidoskope".
Feelin' Chicken
Ohgr Lyrics
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killing me with smog and taxes,
Like axes in my neck, like hogs to the slaughter,
what do I tell my daughters? Daddy's all heart
but he's pushing a cart way downtown
where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit?
You're killing me with bacon, America,
just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater,
face down in the mud, all hype and gripes, stars and stripes
ain't my flag today. I want to belong, I want to be proud
but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud.
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan,
the spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese,
bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad
but my life is a want-ad.
You're killing me with bacon, America, how shall I pray,
the old fashioned way? Down on my knees to the god of the weak?
Or dick-deep in my squeeze, wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?
Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like... I love you
One egg split two eggs, three makes it four legs,
Why is it opposite?
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better, wrapped up so tight in it
One day is two days, three makes it always
When is it going to fit?
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter
Weaving their web so glib
*distorted lyrics*
Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit
One year splits two hairs, three inching war dicks
Where is the love in it?
Watch from the Rafters, he's running after
Noise from a chickens tit
Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday
What if the world is shit?
*distorted lyrics*
The song "Feelin' Chicken" by Ohgr addresses the struggles of living in America amidst the chaos of its vices and flaws. The lyrics convey the feeling of being overwhelmed by the current state of things, with the first verse describing the burden of living in a society "killing me with bacon" – an analogy for the unhealthy culture of overindulgence or excess. The line "Daddy's all heart but he's pushing a cart way downtown/ where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit" describes a sense of societal disparity where even good intentions may not be enough to overcome systemic obstacles. The chorus is a repetition of "You're killing me with bacon, America," signifying the frustration with the status quo.
The second verse focuses on the societal underbelly such as drug abuse, prejudice, and diminishing opportunities for upward mobility. The line "I want to belong, I want to be proud but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud" reflects on the oppressive nature of discriminatory attitudes that can make belonging and acceptance difficult for those who do not conform to societal norms. The last few lines emphasize the diminishing prospects for those trying to make a better life, representing the country laden with problems through an analogy of shrinking bacon and spitting grease.
The third part of the song features distorted lyrics, but the underlying meaning conveys the idea of a confusing and chaotic world where nothing seems to fit properly. The line "What if the world is shit" highlights the frustration and disillusionment with the current state of affairs. Overall, the song is a commentary on the current state of America, its measures of success and failures, and its oppressive societal elements.
Line by Line Meaning
You're killing me with bacon, America,
Ohgr is metaphorically saying that America is slowly killing him, specifically with bacon, smog, and taxes.
killing me with smog and taxes,
Ohgr feels like he is being killed indirectly by America's pollution (smog) and taxes.
Like axes in my neck, like hogs to the slaughter,
Ohgr explains that he feels like he is being killed similarly to how hogs are killed in the slaughterhouse, with an axe in their neck.
what do I tell my daughters? Daddy's all heart
Ohgr is worried about what he can tell his daughters as he feels like he is wholeheartedly powerless.
but he's pushing a cart way downtown
Ohgr is painting a vivid picture of how he is struggling by saying that he has to push a cart way downtown to survive.
where the skin is brown and eyes are the size of the deficit?
Here, Ohgr is talking about the poverty-stricken areas where the situation is similar to his own bleak situation. He further explains this by talking about the people who are in debt, and their eyes are the size of deficits.
just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater,
Ohgr draws a comparison between how Native Americans were given tobacco, flour, and firewater in the past and how things in America are slowly killing him. He sees it as a form of oppression.
heroin scabs and rehabs, sick in the blood,
Ohgr is talking about how drug addiction is like a virus that can affect anyone, and it is very challenging to recover even after going to rehabilitation centers.
face down in the mud, all hype and gripes, stars and stripes
Ohgr is angry and frustrated with America's political, social, and economic situations. He thinks the country is 'all hype and gripes,' and it's hard to stay afloat in the mud when this is the case.
ain't my flag today. I want to belong, I want to be proud
Ohgr is saying that he is ashamed of America's flag and what it stands for. He wants to belong to something that resonates with him instead of what might be popular.
but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud.
Ohgr is ranting about how some Americans practice toxic habits like gay-bashing and how its being so normalized that it's now accepted in public dialogue.
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan,
Ohgr is talking about how the opportunities he has are quickly running out, like how bacon quickly shrinks when it's cooked in a pan.
the spatter of hot grease spitting like mad geese,
Ohgr is describing the extreme tension he feels in his current circumstance, as if hot oil is popping out of a frying pan, and hungry geese are attacking.
bombers in Baghdad, I am a college grad
Ohgr is drawing attention to the unfairness of America's issues, such as the war in Baghdad, despite being a college graduate, a member of America's most educated class.
but my life is a want-ad.
Ohgr is saying he is skilled but cannot find work, so his life is reduced to scanning want-ads in the newspaper.
how shall I pray, the old-fashioned way?
Ohgr is in a place where he feels powerless and is wondering how he can turn things around. He wonders if perhaps the old-fashioned way of praying can help him.
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter
Ohgr believes that others' laughter is not genuine, and it is in response to petty talk or gossip (natter).
One day is two days, three makes it always
Ohgr is frustrated by the fact that time feels like it is dragging on too slowly. He has become disillusioned with time's passage.
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better, wrapped up so tight in it
As an opposite occurrence to his previous frustrations, Ohgr suggests that anyone's comfort clothes can provide a sense of safety like being wrapped up in childhood memories.
Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday
Ohgr continues with his disconcerting rebuke of time and how it does not flow as it should. Each day is the same as the next, and Sundays are meaningless.
What if the world is shit?
Ohgr is frustrated with the world's problems and the meaninglessness of everyday routine. At this point, he begins to question what would happen if the world were terrible.
One year splits two hairs, three inches war dicks
Ohgr is again speaking his frustrations towards time, noting that it passes slowly, grinding on like an endless war. He cuts his hair twice, and three inches of war dicks show him only the illusion of growth.
Where is the love in it?
Ohgr is again venting over the prevalent hatred and toxicity that has infiltrated American society, wondering where people's love and compassion went.
Watch from the Rafters, he's running after Noise from a chicken's tit
Ohgr is painting a picture of a frantic man desperate for any sense of hope and meaning, staying safe in the distance, and following something as meager as the noise coming from a chicken's nipples.
Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday
Ohgr is again noting how time seems so slow, and the days all blur together, and Sundays are once again meaningless.
Contributed by Harper Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@nicolepertusati3393
RESPECT ohGr. Amitiés. NiVek-K 🎹🎹🎹
@soul676
A chicken feels only poison and death. I feel it too, don't you?