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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
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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.