It had been five years since the fans of Mike Patton had first heard of the Peeping Tom project and the growing anticipation soon turned into skepticism, for fear the project would never see the light of day. Fans were also teased with the leaking of demos some of which were nearly identical to the finished product.
"I'd send out a track and start working on something else," said Patton, explaining the Peeping Tom delay. "You don't sit around for the mailman to come, you work on other shit. And that's what I did. It was really something I worked on over a period of several years that was in the background of my life."
Patton describes Peeping Tom as his take on pop music: "I don't listen to the radio, but if I did, this is what I'd want it to sound like. This is my version of pop music. In a way, this is an exercise for me: taking all these things I've learned over the years and putting them into a pop format. I've worked with many people who have said to me, 'oh you have a pop record in you, eventually you'll find it,' and I always laughed at them. I guess I owe them an apology."
There are at least more three bands with the name Peeping Tom:
2: Australian retro/stoner rock band
3: French trip-hop/electronic/electro-dub band
4: an English Rock Ceilidh band
2) http://peepingtomband.com/index.htm
http://www.myspace.com/savrocker
Hard drivin' groove, heavy, blues-laden riffs, epic psychedelia and quality brown tone.
Gerasimos Grammenos — Guitar, Vocals
Adam Winzer — Guitar, Vocals
Cameron Cairnes — Drums, Vocals
Josh Waddell — Bass guitar, yowells
3) Biography from http://en.elektrolink.com/artists/djs_composers/peeping_tom/ :
Step by step, the ever-changing collective Peeping Tom is building a galaxy of its own in the world of electro. A fascinating constellation revolving around the hard core of Vincent Haenni and Gabriel Scotti has recently been observed: live scores for synthesized images and real time projections, soundscapes accompanying public readings by French actor Carlo Brandt , electro-dub performances, completed by an interactive website where the visitors can try their hands at the genre. Plus, of course, a first CD (ICare/Saturn Split/db32). And now, Liquid Sand, taking the listener to the borders of elegant and sensual downbeat music, where twelve new planets are unveiled. Visiting various musical styles (jazz, ambient, dub) as well as literary genres (from the Great French poets to a 1970s cookbook for the American housewife), Peeping Tom does not just sample the finest elements thereof. Like a giant cosmic reactor would turn sand into liquid, the duo amalgamates the components to an amazing degree of perfection. Yet, the result is never sterile, each of the twelve tracks being on the contrary a rich and welcoming biosphere. They now await your visit. Gregoire Bisson Web: www.migroz.com Email : peepingtom@migroz.com
4. Peeping Tom are a Rock Ceilidh band, and the first Thursday of each month they hold a ceilidh at The Massey Ferguson Social Club. The formed in the eighties.
Don't Even Trip
Peeping Tom Lyrics
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im outta the trap zone, (trap zone)
the ringers turned off on my, cellular phone (cellular phne)
the interm wants to be...detector, hold up, the silver money fold up, black and the cold is commin by me
you got to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
P.O.39 by the westside(holla)
my skin is on point (on point)
im more easy to rob,
police on my trail, i gotta slide away like that express mail (mail, mail)
you got to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
you got to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
my imagination surprise you,
like the new york city subway,
third rail, one half is missing, three third fail
cant track down, by the phone, what if we lie by email
we get our-men..the bac-ck allys in, that look familiar inna highschool, baby, we gotta get away
we get up on us too, silent screams in red and blue, lonely streetlights that dont love my name, looks familar, we get our way, baby
you got to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
you got to get away, you got to get away
you got to get away, because were here to stay
The lyrics to Peeping Tom's "Don't Even Trip" seem to refer to the need to escape from some sort of dangerous, possibly criminal situation. The singer is "outta the trap zone," suggesting that they are trying to leave an area where they might be at risk. They mention having turned off the ringer on their phone, indicating a desire to remain hidden and avoid detection. The line "the interm wants to be...detector" is a bit difficult to interpret, but it seems to suggest that someone is trying to track or follow the singer. The mention of "silver money fold up" may refer to cash or other valuables that the singer is trying to protect.
The second verse mentions a "getaway" by boat, along with a police pursuit that the singer must "slide away" from. The line "police on my trail, i gotta slide away like that express mail" is a clever use of language, implying that the singer must move as quickly and efficiently as a package being shipped. The third verse seems to be more abstract or surreal, referencing New York City, a missing subway rail, and communication by email. These references may suggest a feeling of disconnectedness or disorientation. The final lines of the song repeat the phrase "you got to get away, because were here to stay," suggesting that the danger or threat faced by the singer is ongoing and persistent.
Overall, the lyrics to "Don't Even Trip" paint a picture of someone trying to escape from danger or trouble, using clever language and metaphors to convey a sense of urgency and fear.
Line by Line Meaning
Escapin the situation, im outta the trap zone, (trap zone)
I'm leaving a bad situation and getting out of a place where I feel trapped.
the ringers turned off on my, cellular phone (cellular phne)
My phone is turned off so I won't be interrupted.
the interm wants to be...detector, hold up, the silver money fold up, black and the cold is commin by me
The situation is tense, there's a lot of money at stake, and I'm feeling uneasy.
you got to get away, you got to get away
The only solution is to escape.
because were here to stay
The danger is here to stay, and we can't risk staying in one place.
my gettaway is the boat(boat)
I plan to escape by boat.
P.O.39 by the westside(holla)
I'll be at P.O.39 by the westside, so holla if you need me.
my skin is on point (on point)
I'm alert and ready for anything.
im more easy to rob, police on my trail, i gotta slide away like that express mail (mail, mail)
I'm an easy target, the police are after me, and I need to escape quickly.
my imagination surprise you, like the new york city subway, third rail, one half is missing, three third fail
My imagination is unpredictable, like a subway with a missing third rail.
cant track down, by the phone, what if we lie by email
I can't be tracked down by phone, so what if we communicate by email?
we get our-men..the bac-ck allys in, that look familiar inna highschool, baby, we gotta get away
We'll enlist our friends and use familiar back alleys to escape.
we get up on us too, silent screams in red and blue, lonely streetlights that dont love my name, looks familar, we get our way, baby
We need to be careful, avoid attracting attention, and take the best path we know to escape safely.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: AMON TOBIN, MIKE PATTON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Undeath Studios
[Verse 1]
I think you're old enough to know it better
But I'm old enough to remember
(Don't even trip)
I won't use that stupid word forever
Cross your heart and hope to die
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't even trip
Don't get too big for your britches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones been jumping out of your closet
(You're not in your closet yet)
So blasé, don't turn and look the other way
(You wanna be a star)
You wanna be a star, you're oh so near yet oh so far
(Don't even trip)
[Verse 2]
You'll be flyin' south before the winter
On that long, long trip of the sinner
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Don't be throwing stones at the mirror
Look in peace and close your eyes
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't even trip
Don't get too big for your britches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones been jumping out of your closet
(You're not in your closet yet)
So blasé, don't turn and look the other way
(You gotta have it all)
You gotta have it all, you're oh so near yet oh so far
[Chorus]
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid that you're still my friend
And you're just a piece of shit
But I can overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
[Verse 3]
Don't even trip
Drop that gun, you ain't my fucking hero
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
You think it's cool to be a fucking zero?
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Can't believe I called you 'mi amigo'
Take a deep breath and you'll be fine
Because
[Pre-Chorus]
Speak up now
And one of you is a hundred loud
(When you preach you come off)
When you preach
They'll join you on the roofs and streets
(Like crystal clear)
Crystal clear
I'm hanging like a chandelier
(Watching over you)
Watching over you
I'll move you from song to tears
[Chorus]
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm gonna trim the leaves
And I can say that you're still my friend
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid, are you still my friend?
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can look the other way
'Cause you're still my friend
[Outro]
Don't even trip
(excerpted from Genius)
Phylean Panache
Peeping Tom - Don't Even Trip
I think you're old enough
to know it better
But I'm old enough
to remember
(Don't even trip)
I won't use that
stupid word forever
(Cross your heart and hope to die)
Don't even trip
Don't get too big
For your britches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones
Been jumping out of
your closet
(Get out of your closet)
So blasé,
don't turn and look
the other way
(You wanna be a star)
You wanna be a star
You're oh so near
Yet oh so far
(Don't even trip)
You'll be flyin' south
before the winter
On that long, long trip
of the sinner
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Don't be throwing stones
at the mirror
(Look in peace and close your eyes)
Don't even trip
Don't get too big
for your breaches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones
been jumping out
of your closet
(Get out of your closet)
So blasé,
Don't turn and look
the other way
(You gotta have it all)
You gotta have it all
You're oh so near
yet oh so far
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid
that you're still my friend
And you're just a piece of shit
But I can
overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
(Don't even trip)
Drop that gun,
you ain't my phucking hero
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
You think it's cool to be
a phucking zero?
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Can't believe I called you
'mi amigo'
(Take a deep breath and you'll be fine)
Speak up now
And one of you
Is a hundred loud
When you preach
They'll join you on
the roofs
and streets
(Like Crystal clear)
Crystal clear
I'm hanging like
a chandelier
Watching over you
I'll move you from
song to tears
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm gonna trim the leaves
And I can say
that you're still my friend
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can
overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid,
are you still my friend?
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can
Look the other way
'cause you're still my friend
(Don't even trip)
rome8180
"I know that assholes grow on trees but I'm here to trim the leaves" is an all-time clever lyric.
Sadmachinenumber24
best part of the song!!
Curtis Confuz
nice listening skills! That is a good line!
Kat
this song is way too slept on
Mariano Vidal Melendez
Fr
Architecture
more proof that anything mike patton touches...becomes gold.
Undeath Studios
[Verse 1]
I think you're old enough to know it better
But I'm old enough to remember
(Don't even trip)
I won't use that stupid word forever
Cross your heart and hope to die
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't even trip
Don't get too big for your britches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones been jumping out of your closet
(You're not in your closet yet)
So blasé, don't turn and look the other way
(You wanna be a star)
You wanna be a star, you're oh so near yet oh so far
(Don't even trip)
[Verse 2]
You'll be flyin' south before the winter
On that long, long trip of the sinner
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Don't be throwing stones at the mirror
Look in peace and close your eyes
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't even trip
Don't get too big for your britches
(Don't even trip)
All these bones been jumping out of your closet
(You're not in your closet yet)
So blasé, don't turn and look the other way
(You gotta have it all)
You gotta have it all, you're oh so near yet oh so far
[Chorus]
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid that you're still my friend
And you're just a piece of shit
But I can overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
[Verse 3]
Don't even trip
Drop that gun, you ain't my fucking hero
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
You think it's cool to be a fucking zero?
(Don't even trip, don't even trip, don't even trip)
Can't believe I called you 'mi amigo'
Take a deep breath and you'll be fine
Because
[Pre-Chorus]
Speak up now
And one of you is a hundred loud
(When you preach you come off)
When you preach
They'll join you on the roofs and streets
(Like crystal clear)
Crystal clear
I'm hanging like a chandelier
(Watching over you)
Watching over you
I'll move you from song to tears
[Chorus]
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm gonna trim the leaves
And I can say that you're still my friend
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can overlook it today
'Cause you're still my friend
And I know that assholes grow on trees
But I'm here to trim the leaves
And I'm afraid, are you still my friend?
And you're still a piece of shit
But I can look the other way
'Cause you're still my friend
[Outro]
Don't even trip
(excerpted from Genius)
Cynthia Jones
11 years later and this song could not be more right... Mike is a bloody Prophet.
Land_B4_Spacetime
Honestly, yeah, but if you really look into it, he's almost like a kaufman-esque comedy bit, mixed with some amazing music. There's so many layers to that dude. Epidermis, for one.
Bastiaan van Beek
Tobin and Patton should work together more often, they're both really creative and experimental artists.