Uhgah​?​Wugah! LP

by Uhgah?Wugah!

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released September 28, 2015

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Uhgah?Wugah! Groningen, Netherlands

Uhgah?Wugah! formed in spring 2011 by Reinee Huizinga (drums), Martijn Wassenaar (vocal/guitar) and Jurjen Kah (bass). The name is like a good conversation amongst Neanderthals, it's primitive, it's raw, it's straight from the cave! After a couple of well received gigs in their hometown-region the band set out to record their first 4-track EP early 2012. A full-lenght album was recorded in 2014. ... more

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Track Name: Run Rabbit Run
Run Rabbit Run

Tagged and filed and probed and wired
There's no way for you to hide

Run Rabbit Run
You know the hunt is on
Ever since the day
you were born

Good Morning!
There you are!
Stop hiding!
You won't get far!

Ears that hear and eyes that see
Still you think you're save and free

Run Rabbit Run
You know the hunt is on
Ever since the day
you were born

Surprise!
It's us again!
Just know
This will not end!

Thought you had nothing to hide
That's not for you to decide
Be sure even when you sleep
We'll be spying on your dreams

Good Morning!
There you are!
Stop hiding!
You won't get far!
Surprise!
It's us again!
Track Name: Bad Ass Fashionista
Bad ass fashionista

Life here in Paris
is somewhat isolete.
Livin' in my own world
Well that's just fine by me

I don't speak the language
And I guess that it's OK
I might get dissapointed
understanding all they say

A teenage alienation
From the outside looking in
I'd like to keep a distance
For I'm a fashion king

Bas-ass Fashionista

Authenticity's important
I'm the bad boy of couture
An indifferent punk/goth from LA
with a big tattoo for sure

Fads and trends may come and go
My style survives you'll see
I wish I was forever young
Aging immortallity

Bad-ass Fashionista

The devil may wear prada
But the angels'll wearing me
I'd like to dress up heaven
With Jesus at my feet

Bad-ass Fashionista
Track Name: Total Verarscht
Total verarscht

Das kann nicht sein!
Was ist hier passiert?
Meine Stimme
Und so grausam wie es klinkt

I bin aufgewacht
Im Krankenhaus ins bett
Ich sprach und bespurrte
Ein Holländisches Accent

Total verarscht!

Ein seltenes Syndrom
In die ganze Welt
Nür fünf Fälle
Wissenschaftlich festgestellt

Bis jetzt unheilbar
Ursache unbekannt
Aus die Narkose
Wie eine Käsekopf verdammt

Total verarscht!

Wie eine Fremde
In eigenem Land
So blöd wie ich rede
Die Leute shauen mich an

I bin verurteilt
Für ein Leben lang
Jauchsen zu mussen
Für Ajax Amsterdam

Total verarscht!
Track Name: Garage Queen
Garage Queen

She's the thrashiest gal on the scene
Her tattoos obscured by grease
She may not be every fellows' dream
The way she smells like gasoline

Her naked legs they look so good
As they stick out from under the hood
The way she's working my machine
My God, I love my garage queen

My car will suffer more abuse
For it gives such good excuse
To go to that shop again
I wonder if she'd understand

I guess I'm not her kind of guy
Who clearly doesn't know how to drive
She's makin' me so weak in the knee
My God, I love my garage queen
Track Name: Wet behind the Ears
Wet behind the Ears

Surely you once must have had
Some snotty twenty-year old twat
Starts screamin' in your ear
When you try to enjoy a beer

Half a year of College will do
Read Marx's Manifesto too
And now it's all so clear
And everyone should hear

Don't explain the world to me
You're still wet behind the ears

Blabbin' on with another joint
How Stalin missed the point
The meaning of true communism
Blue Collar-romanticism

Never worked a day in your life
Fuck the proletarian strife
Ever been inside a factory?
Sod off, you're boring me!
Track Name: Can't get you out of my Head
Can't get you out of my head

I've loved you woman
'cause I knew you were one of a kind
You could bring me up, bring me down
Well, mostly down...Uh!

Once loved you woman
Now I can't get you out of my head
Come on, you mean lady
Why don't you leave me alone instead

I just can't get you out of my head!

I fought you, woman
But you were way way out of my league, yeah
You could twist my arm with a serpent's charm
And so you did... Aw!

Once loved you woman
Now I can't get you out of my head
Come on, you mean lady
Why don't you leave me alone instead

Can't forget you, baby
Still you got me on my knees, yeah
Like a sweet, sweet pain, like a ball & chain
Again and again...Oh!

Once loved you woman
Now I can't get you out of my head
Come on, you mean lady
Why don't you leave me alone instead

I just can't get you out of my head!
Track Name: Daddy's Little Princess
Daddy’s Little Princess

Got your nosejob on your sweet sixteen
Daddy gets you some new boobs next week
You'll be ready baby, just in time
A simple life just not your style

Refr:
All you'd ever want
All you'd ever need is fame
You would rather die
If noone should know your name

Tried to be a model but that failed
In singing also you would not prevail
You enlisted in an actingclass
But daddy's princess didn't pass

Refr.

You just know for glory you were born
Ending up in a career in porn
This will do before your time runs out
So come on make you daddy proud

Refr.
Track Name: Swedish Meatball Blues
Swedish Meatball Blues

There's only so many things
that a man can do
On such rare occasion
when he might be feelin' blue

Don't go out for drinking
what I tell you is the truth
There's a place it's called IKEA
and it's better than the zoo

No no no
Ah ah ah

Look at all those fat teenage mums
pushin' on their silly prams
With their inbreed wining
Followed by their braindead men

Look at all the riff-raff
see the masses passing by
Empty eyes in empty skulls
My ego ever high

No no no

A winner among losers
I'm laughing off my pants
My God! I think I got to pee
Can't wait to tell my friends

When I get back home
To the good side of the city
A joyous sigh of true relief
To be yound and rich and pretty

No no no