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.
How U Feelin?
Peeping Tom Lyrics
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Like a key to a skeptic
When the bills start nibbling through the door
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling?
(rap)
Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
You're kicking and screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here or at the back of the hearse
Upon accused
... pigeons summon
The gods are killing the...
...if I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this...
And my condolences, son
This ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the pain and say amen
The lyrics of Peeping Tom's song How U Feelin? touch on themes of societal collapse, consumerism, and personal struggle. The opening lines "And they drove him there like a key to a skeptic" suggests someone or something is being transported by force, possibly against their will, "When the bills start nibbling through the door" implying financial strain and desperation. The song then transitions to a chorus that seems to invite the listener to immerse themselves in an extravagant, hedonistic lifestyle, which contrasts with the hardships described earlier.
The rap interlude draws attention back to the impending doom and asks the listener to share their feelings about it, while also highlighting the ironic contrast between superficial pleasures and the seriousness of the situation. The final verse is cryptic and fragmented, but suggests a sense of isolation and acceptance of an unpleasant fate, urging the listener to "ignore the pain and say amen".
Overall, the lyrics seem to be a commentary on the superficiality and excess of modern society, contrasting with the darker undercurrents of impending disaster and personal struggle.
Line by Line Meaning
And they drove him there
Won't you come in and let's get started
Like a key to a skeptic
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
When the bills start nibbling through the door
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone...
So join our reverie, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling?
(rap)
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
Apocalypse is nearing
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
So tell me how you feeling
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
But tell me how you feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring
So tell me how you feeling
And I don't know what's worse
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
Sitting here or at the back of the hearse
But tell me how you feeling?
Upon accused
You're kicking and screaming
... pigeons summon
But tell me how you feeling?
The gods are killing the...
...if I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this...
And my condolences, son
This ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the pain and say amen
Contributed by Benjamin R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
eleni ff
"And they drove him there
Like a key to a skeptic
When the bills start nibbling through the door
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
So join our reverie, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling
Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
You're kicking and screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here or at the back of the hearse
Upon accused
... pigeons summon
The gods are killing the...
...if I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this...
And my condolences, son
This ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the pain and say amen
Joaopop 11
"And they drove him there
Like a key to a skeptic
When the bills start nibbling through the door
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
So join our reverie, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feelin?
Bringing it closer than an eye holes at your service
Nevermind, the Secadona is no place to work
Double rhyming laying strong on the tab of the nervous
And the design all gone, packing fruit for dessert
It's for infamy, same as the next man walking
Taxable personal business
Finding it so difficult to tell the difference
Between key and non-structional and biggest hits
Hey you may find your sound
And then I'll open up the doors of love
And steal the gangster in town
But if you give me the crutch
Down in the home of the dead
I'll crave nothing much like
(I'm back) Enough
Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feelin?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how u feelin
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
But tell me how u feelin?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how u feelin
You're kicking and screaming
But tell me how u feelin?
Kicking the clone, the rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here in the back of a hearse
Barbecue's so warm and speed bumps are forming
The bitching summer
The gods are killing
The fires are burning
The pages turning and I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this
For the song you sung and you been kissed
And my condolences son, this ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the clemency
Amen.
eleni ff
"And they drove him there
Like a key to a skeptic
When the bills start nibbling through the door
And whoa, whoa, whoa they're gone..."
Won't you come in and let's get started
This angel's fallen, so heed my calling
The wheels are rolling, the tension's growing
So join our reverie, walk into heaven
We're driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
We're slurping on linguinis but we're spying on bikinis
We're sowing what we're reaping and we're here to sell you freedom
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how you're feeling
Driving Lamborghinis and we're sipping on martinis
With caviar and blinis but we're spying on bikinis
And if that isn't good enough, we're here to set you free
Apocalypse is nearing, won't you tell me how your feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
Yeah, I can hear you screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Apocalypse is nearing
So tell me how you feeling
You're kicking and screaming
But tell me how you feeling?
Kicking the cloud ... and the rain is pouring
And I don't know what's worse
Sitting here or at the back of the hearse
Upon accused
... pigeons summon
The gods are killing the...
...if I'm the chosen one
I wasn't chosen for this...
And my condolences, son
This ain't fun for anyone
Please ignore the pain and say amen
Daniel Mcmahan
Patton and Beck would make an outstanding duo
kultur vultur
loving doseone now more than ever!
atheistunicorn
i love this song
Pichest Buasri
good god,Mr.Patton is made for everything
Strange Foot
cant wait to see some new fresh beats like this one in 2012. oh yeah they cant have that till mike finds me so we can make some. well im waitinu have the money i have the talent..
Filip
The beat always reminded me of the videogame LOST VIKINGS, lol. Good stuff.
Zoë amai
Wauw. I love it a little to much (:
qiyamah
The second verse really sounds like Prince
trappinglight
doseone and mike patton kick ass