From mailer.acns.fsu.edu!usenet.ufl.edu!clas.ufl.edu!usenet.cis.ufl.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.acns.nwu.edu!merle.acns.nwu.edu!yeh Fri Nov 25 13:43:04 1994 Path: mailer.acns.fsu.edu!usenet.ufl.edu!clas.ufl.edu!usenet.cis.ufl.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-feed-1.peachnet.edu!gatech!howland.reston.ans.net!math.ohio-state.edu!news.acns.nwu.edu!merle.acns.nwu.edu!yeh From: yeh@merle.acns.nwu.edu (c. spencer yeh) Newsgroups: alt.music.nin Subject: Hotdogs Used As Stimuli/NIN n' Ween (repost) Date: 20 Nov 1994 21:26:41 GMT Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston IL Lines: 104 Message-ID: <3aoeuh$rbd@news.acns.nwu.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: unseen3.acns.nwu.edu Okie, now that I am in repostland and just spooged out that long rambling spiel about the missing third part to the MotP import single, I'd like to go on about the NIN/Ween collaboration recordings... in the end, specifically "Hotdogs Used As Stimuli": (repost begin!) They promised it would never happen, but I found another slice of baloney in my lunch today with "PROMO ONLY--NOT FOR SALE" written on it in magik marker... Anyway, so I stick this thing down my pants and later play it in my organic CD player (it looks like a normal boombox, but when you're sitting near it and getting off on net.porn, it turns into a weird fleshy thing that squeaks). I think I wanked to an mpeg of some ripped dude wiping his butt with a towel, but I'm not sure... anyways... What's on the CD you may ask? Well, none other than a track and remix off the never-awaited NIN/WEEN collaboration. Yesh, it's the one with the rumored "Closer, Mang" track (you know, "I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE THE STALLION (mang)."), and the cover of "pinion" made with samples of someone flatulating... The logo is Boognish with an NIN symbol for a mouth, if anyone cares... Anyways, I *would* elaborate further on this project of gastrointesticle proportions, but I won't. Not now, at least... But, I *did* transcribe the lyrics to the track off the baloney, entitled "Hotdogs Used As Stimuli." Basically one night Dean and Gene Ween wandered into Trent's hotel room (I think it's when NIN was in New Jersey--don't ask, I dunno when), Trent hits the scotch gard, and goes nuts. Trent, getting very hot and bothered, looks for a way to get off, and inadvertantly gets hooked to hot dog masturbation (I don't know the proper name for this behaviour--compulsive wienerphilia?). In any case, the story of the whole incident is more or less described in the lyrics (written in a haze of meat juice, afterglow, and of course, pot smoke, which explains the utter stupidity of the song): HOTDOGS USED AS STIMULI (off of a promo for BFPT 9336-9) Trent's hot! <---(sung in flanged falsetto) I surely know what I want <---(Trent himself singing--you get the point) Trent wants! Someone to come out and play Trent screams! but Courtney doesn't listen Trent squirms! My glands begin to glisten Just open your eyes Don't shit where you eat The secret of pleasure Is packed in the meat Just open your thigh Take it in deep It is round, it is fun: Hotdogs used as stimuli Hotdogs used as stimuli Hey Gene! I sure feel the wrath of Kahn's Hey Dean! Fire up that monster bong Hey Gene! Don't interrupt my ecstasy Hey Dean! Don't put that relish on my fantasy Don't let me go blind It's all I can give My anus is chapped from preservatives I just can't stop Someone get me a mop That's what I get with: Hotdogs used as stimuli Hotdogs used as stimuli Hot dog! (pow pow brap br-brappa brappa etc. etc.) (now, spoken in a low obscene obese voice) It don't matter I'm fat (short kids!) <--(again, that falsetto) It don't matter I'm thin (tall kids!) Tube steaks can get underneath the skin Work my hands til they bleed for this endless routine watch my flesh dance with this erotic cuisine... (etc. etc.) Eat your heart out, Eddie Dingle... ugh (repost end!) -- c.s.y.