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
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
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, heroin scabs and rehabs
Sick in the blood, face down in the mud, all hype and gripes
The stars and stripes ain't my flag today
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
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?
The lyrics of ohGr's song Feelin Chicken are full of political and social commentary, as they describe the artist's frustration with the current state of America. The title itself, "Feelin Chicken," is a play on words that implies cowardice, given the use of the term "chicken" to describe someone who is afraid. The opening line of the song, "You're killing me with bacon, America," sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics, which convey a sense of despair and hopelessness.
Throughout the song, the artist criticizes different aspects of American society such as smog, taxes, and the treatment of Native Americans. The line "What do I tell my daughters?" further underscores a sense of helplessness and despair as the artist struggles to find a way to communicate the complexities of the world to his children. The lines "I wanna belong, I wanna be proud, but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud" point to the ongoing struggle for acceptance and equal rights for the LGBTQ+ community in America.
The song also features a number of surreal and absurdist elements, such as the line "dick-deep in my squeeze, wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?" which suggests a bizarre and grotesque image. The use of unusual imagery and wordplay throughout the song serves to further emphasize the sense of disorientation and confusion that the artist feels in the face of a world that seems increasingly chaotic and nonsensical.
Line by Line Meaning
You're killing me with bacon, America
America is overwhelming me and is doing more harm than good
Killing me with smog and taxes like axes in my neck, like hogs to the slaughter
The smog and taxes in America are as harmful as axes to the neck and taking hogs to slaughter
What do I tell my daughters?
The singer doesn't know how to explain this to his 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?
Although the artist means well, he's struggling to make ends meet in a predominantly non-white area where people are struggling financially
Just like the indians with tobacco and flour and firewater, heroin scabs and rehabs
The artist is comparing how America is killing him with bacon, just like how native Americans were killed with imported goods like tobacco, flour, and alcohol
Sick in the blood, face down in the mud, all hype and gripes
America is making the singer sick and tired with all of its problems
The stars and stripes ain't my flag today
The singer doesn't want to claim the American flag as his own today
I wanna belong, I wanna be proud, but your gay-bashing voices are so fucking loud
The artist wants to belong and be proud of America, but the loud homophobic voices are making it difficult for him
My choices are shrinking like bacon in the pan
The artist's choices in America are becoming fewer and fewer, like how bacon shrinks when cooked in a pan
Bombers in Baghdad
The artist is commenting on the war in Iraq
I am a college grad, but my life is a want-ad
Although the singer has a college degree, he's still struggling financially and living like he's unemployed
How shall I pray, the old fashioned way? Down on my knees to the god of the weak?
The artist doesn't know how to pray or to whom
Or dick-deep in my squeeze, wearing a red rubber nose, clown clothes?
The singer is questioning whether he should give up on religion and have meaningless sex instead
Laughing as we cum and saying something stupid like I love you
The singer is commenting on how meaningless sex can be
One egg split two eggs, three makes it four legs, Why is it opposite?
The singer is questioning why things are sometimes the opposite of what they should be
Anyone's sweater makes it feel better, wrapped up so tight in it
Wearing someone's sweater can make the artist feel better and more secure
One day is two days, three makes it always, When is it going to fit?
The artist is questioning when things will finally make sense or fit together
Everyone's laughter caught by the natter, Weaving their web so glib
People's laughter is sometimes fake and meaningless, like how spiders weave their webs
Four days fit five days, six ways to Sunday, What if the world is shit
The singer is commenting on how time seems meaningless and the world might be a terrible place
One year splits two hairs, three inching war dicks, Where is the love in it?
One year can create large differences, especially when it comes to war, where is the love in that?
Watch from the Rafters, he's running after, Noise from a chickens tit
The artist is commenting on how people can be easily distracted by meaningless things
Five days fit four days, six ways to Sunday, What if the world is shit?
The artist is restating how time seems meaningless and the world may be a terrible place
Contributed by Bella W. 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?