Copyright 1988 - 2005, Frozen Taco. Frozen Taco is: Matthew Reiss, Theron Welch, David Dault. Fro’zen Ta’ko was recorded at the Bedside, Columbus, GA, Summer 1989. Extra voice on Bomb Iran: Carlos. Rhythm Guitar on Nonchupkee Haukee: Bryan Poole. This CD is a remastered version of the original album including four new bonus tracks: Eclectic Electric, Bottlerocket, Gods of Ankara, and Send Me a Ticket. This is the sixth album by Frozen Taco and is dedicated to summer.

Listen to the entire album:

  1. Eclectic Electric
  2. Nonchupkee Haukee
  3. Million Contenders
  4. Mc Frozen
  5. Bottlerocket
  6. Crimson Prophet
  7. From The City Of Lore
  8. King For A Day
  9. Derelict Canvas
  10. Immaculate Constable
  11. Gods Of Ankara
  12. Send Me A Ticket
  13. Bomb Iran

Fro-zen Ta-ko marks a pivotal moment in the history of FT. This album facilitated FT’s difficult transition from a quartet to a duo. The Politically Incorrect “Bomb Iran,” and “Crimson Prophet” represent FT’s origins; whereas, “Million Contenders” and “King for a Day” offer a glimpse at FT’s future. Our metamorphosis from a tongue-in-cheek, gloriously unrefined garage band to a vibrant, symphonic studio band starts here.

The album’s first song, “Nonchupkee Haukee,” is the Cherokee Indian word for “sturgeon”. We saw the word in the local newspaper and thought it would make a unique title. We were right. This song was inspired by a jam session we had with Brian Poole in a Denny’s parking lot, and he actually played on the final version as well. The intensity of the lyrics belies the casual, jovial nature of this collaboration.

“Immaculate Constable” is a microcosm of the album itself. In many ways, it belongs with songs like “King of Rock” and “Dancing Machine” from FT’s first album. However, there is a hint of bigger and better things to come in the song’s composition and instrumentation. So too with Fro-zen Ta-ko.

Matthew Reiss, Kansas City 2004

This album seems to have a bit of a stumble nature to it, but it still works nicely. The album isn’t nearly as clean as the last album, “The Four Heads of Frozen Taco”. For example, “Million Contenders” features Tinkertoy drums again, yet the song is a favorite. This album also comes from a time when a lot of side songs were recorded as well. I added the best of these, four of them, to the album as bonus tracks. “Send Me a Ticket” is a small hidden gem of a song, I think the last song by Matt, Dave, and I.

Theron Welch, Seattle 2004

Lyrics

Nonchupkee Haukee

Don’t leave your beast inside a cage, Or he’ll explode with quite a rage. There’s a beast inside of me; Dying to be set free; I’m a beast in a cage.

There’s a beast inside of me; Dying to be set free; I’m a beast in a cage.

Calm ones are always on the run. The beast will have his day before he’s done. Vengeance will be mine. I’m just waiting for a sign. I’m a beast in a cage.

The bars that hold me will not last for long. I can feel that the beast is much too strong. Vengeance will be mine. I’m just waiting for a sign. I’m a beast in a cage. As the beast takes control I feel its power. I’m waiting for the kill by the final hour.

Vengeance will be mine. I’m just waiting for a sign. I’m a beast in a cage.

Million Contenders

Sit back, enjoy, if life treats you well. Don’t worry, don’t fret. If you’re happy, who can tell.

Sad people, striking joyful poises. They’re merely pretenders, not stopping to smell the roses.

So sit back, enjoy, if you have your health. Don’t go with the rush. Life’s more important than wealth.

Relax, take some time. Don’t stir up the embers. Follow those who take it slow. Not life’s fast paced members.

MC Frozen

I said I got a little story I need to tell About some TBC’n people you know so well. I will sing you a song that is yo and not splay. We perform our music in a special way.

We take the pans?

We take pans, we take pots, and we even take a bottle. Then we hit the beat and take it up full throttle. Then we take guitars and add a little bass. Then we turn up the volume ‘til it’s in your face. And if you just want to know where we play our tunes, Just take a quick look in Theron’s room.

The guys in the band wanna tell you their names, In case Frozen Taco reaches fortune and fame. We got Stantz and T-Ron and even Dave. We got Carlos in the band when he wants to behave. Now you know all the guys in the band. Spread the word of FT across the land.

Should, Should, Will, Shall, Are Possibly

Bomb Iran. We’re gonna nuke the Ayatollah, nuke the Ayatollah Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Thought we’d have some fun, sell them all some guns. But we’re gonna turn the tables. Make ‘em… bleh. Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Bomb Iran. We’re gonna nuke the Ayatollah, nuke the Ayatollah Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Iran and Iraq, warring round the clock. Finally got a way to make the fighting stop.

Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Crimson Prophet

And it was said unto the people of Canaan, Do not fear in the hand of God. For the men and the women were true to his word. And hence, we have come to the time, when it is apparent to me That God’s grace is a bountiful harvest of truth and enjoyment. What happens here is that you have your people, And then you have your communist hordes tryin’ to come in and take ‘em over, Treat ‘em like slaves. God doesn’t want that. God wants a bountiful harvest For all the people in a wonderful, American way. When I come home at night, when I come home, I sit down at my hearth. I sit down at my hearth, and I look at my faithful dog. My faithful dog smiles at me, back up, gets me my paper and my slippers. I, I sit down with my good girl by my side with the dog and my son. We all sit around and admire the furnishings and the hearth and give thanks for what bounty we have.

It’s a time of Thanksgiving, that’s what I’m trying to tell you right now. It’s a time of Thanksgiving. So give thanks for the bounty of the Lord. Later on, I gather my good, true family into my car. And what we do is we go and we go to a parson. And we go and we talk to the parson in a truck.

What I’m tryin’ to say is it’s a time of Thanksgiving and bounty for all the people. Now if you as a person of the United States have not given thanks for the bounty you have, You just may as well leave because the parson, my family and I do not want you here. You are not part of our bountiful grace and forgiveness. Thanksgiving will not encompass you. You must give thanks for what you have, or else you may not be part of it at all. That is what I have here to say today. The parson knows, and now he’s gonna talk to you.

My friends and the reverend Jimmy Thompson, I’d like to say that all creatures should give thanks to God. From the humblest ant, to the most mighty human. We should all give thanks to his gracious will.

Though we’re having some problems in South Africa, China, but as brothers we can worship together and be as one – except them damn Communists. So let’s all gather round in the spirit of brotherhood and give thanks on this Thanksgiving. It’s a time of Thanksgiving. A time of Thanksgiving; thank you, thank you Brother Thompson, the Parson and the reverend’s family. Amen. Amen my brothers.

I don’t know if you’ve been told, But dancing’s good for young an old. Let’s all just dance some more.

Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory forever and ever Amen.

Derelict Canvas

I will paint a picture. I will paint it black. It will tell a story. It will serve to represent the fact…

That my view is distorted. I’m not sure of my way. I might think the wrong thing. Who am I to say?

But if I paint what I feel, then it should turn out right. The canvas reflects only my true and inner sight.

So I will paint a picture, Full of colors that beguile. For I and no one else knows My personal life style.

King for a Day

How would you like to be king for a day? Make your decisions in your own way. Determine for yourself whether to go or stay. I guess that’s not the game you play.

Send Me a Ticket

Give me a ticket, I want to come home. Send me a ticket by wire.

I want to come back, Can’t take it anymore. Send me a ticket by wire.

I’m falling, I’m falling, I lost my grip on the ledge. I come crashing down. I grasp at the air. I grasp at the air. I grasp at the air.

I’m in the city. I’m out on my own. I don’t know who, what or why.

I have my problems. Don’t know how to cope. I don’t know what I should try.

I’m out in limbo, holding my head in my hands. The world’s spinning. We’re headed for change. We’re headed for change. Headed for change.

Before I was something, Can’t tell anymore. I feel as small as a fly. My actions go unnoticed. No spotlight anymore. I’m just saying goodbye.

Immaculate Constable

Don’t miss the sight. Let’s rock tonight. I’ll be all right, If I dance until first light.

I don’t know if you’ve been told, But dancing’s good for young an old. Let’s all just dance some more.

We’re all invited. Let’s get excited. I’ll be delighted. When the music starts, I won’t fight it.

I hear the sound. Can’t touch the ground. I will astound. I am without bound.

Bomb Iran

Bomb, bomb, bomb Bomb, bomb Iran.

Bomb, bomb, bomb Bomb, bomb Iran.

Bomb, bomb, bomb Bomb, bomb Iran.

Bomb Iran. We’re gonna waste that land. Bomb Iran. We’re gonna nuke the Ayatollah, nuke the Ayatollah Bomb Iran.

Went to France, looking for finance. Saw the Ayatollah, and I thought I’d take a chance. Bomb Iran.

Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Bomb Iran. We’re gonna nuke the Ayatollah, nuke the Ayatollah Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Left the UN. Came back again. Pushed the red button, and I thought I’d waste Iran. Bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb – bomb, bomb Iran.

Rely on yourself, don’t rely on a crowd. Don’t pretend to us all that you’re really so proud. The fake faces you wear, hang like a shroud. I can’t see you, all I see is a cloud.

Don’t follow me…

You shut out your friends. Your selfishness shows. Manipulate your friends, ‘til you make them your foes. Each time you speak, their anger grows. Now you’re left alone with your sorrows and woes.

Don’t follow me…

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