Martin Hagfors (HGH+Home Groan)

Martin Hagfors (HGH+Home Groan)

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Successful songwriter and an amazing entertainer. Just released an orchestrated pop album. Performed opening night with The Norwegian Radio Symphony Orchestra. Also band leader of americana band ;Home Groan and eccentric duo HGH along with Motorpsycho alumni Håkon Gebhardt.

Biography

Martin Hagfors' songs have been recorded by The National Bank, Hellbillies, Big Bang, Elisabeth Andreassen, Crow Town, The Respatexans, Askil Holm, Rock Bottom, Motorpsycho, Bonkers, .

His solo debut Men And Flies has 2009 has generated enormous local interest and he has been offered deals with many small labels including Warner Bros Norway Hagfors has turned them all down to be free to license as he sees fit with an eye on the international market.

Lyrics

All the Men in Dresses

Written By: Martin Hagfors

All the men in dresses are telling us what to do
How to dress our women and when to beat them blue
Which sons are expendable and which we need to keep
All heroes of some dream that we heard of in our sleep

I caught some Cardinals at a fashion show checking out some gowns
They slipped in after dark when the Priests weren’t around
They checked into a hotel, ordered champagne on cold ice
Applied holy oil on a model who said the old men were very nice

Chick a boom in the rooms of serenity
Hail the grail with head males of our entity
Dry clean for the men of the cloth
Let them turn us on and turn us off

I just sold some real estate in paradise
My house was full of serpents, cats and holy mice
I loved the view but the neighbors were annoying me
By playing bells and casting spells constantly

Chick a boom in the rooms of serenity
Hail the grail with head males of our entity
Dry clean for the men of the cloth
Let them turn us on and turn us off …

Brother

Written By: Martin Hagfors

Many, many, many, many years ago
Back when I was a boy
I had dream
That was so squeaky clean
Raising chicken was my only vice and joy

Me and my brother are a couple of hicks
Outback the outskirts of the world
We live on a farm
Where we can’t do much harm
But we miss what we can get from a girl

I’m in love with my brother
And I think my brother likes me
But it ain’t the same , if you can’t play the game of
Catch me and don’t let me be//free

I’ve got a problem with my brother
He has left reality for TV
He thinks he’ll find a bride
On a screen that’s flat and wide
And I think he’s forgotten about me

I’m in love with my brother
And I think my brother likes me
But it ain’t the same , if you can’t play the game of
Catch me and don’t let me be//free…

Afghanistan

Written By: Martin Hagfors

feel so proud to live in a land
That drops their bombs on Afghanistan
That blows off the feet and blows off the hands
Of the kids that play in Afghanistan
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Lets all move to Afghanistan

Well you might get lucky if you want to die
Because a bomb might drop from the planes we fly
Or a bullet might hit and then explode
Norwegian built in silver and gold
If we can stand, Afghanistan
Lets all move to Afghanistan

If you don’t want to go and you hunger strike
We’ll drag you by your hair on the very next flight
We’ll offer you a meal in celluloid wrap
When the light turns green you can take a crap on
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Lets all move to Afghanistan

Yeah! we’re awfully fond of the USA
We look more like her every day
We like the way George Jr. thinks
We’ve followed him right to the brink of
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Lets all move to Afghanistan

Yeah! we live in a land that’s rich and free
Where money’s worth more than liberty
We lucked out when we struck oil
But it’s a good life to live on Spanish soil or in
Afghanistan, Afghanistan
Lets all move to Afghanistan

Jumping to Conclusions

Written By: Martin Hagfors

Those weren’t my words
So don’t pin them on me
To come from me that sentence was put too awkwardly
I know what I meant
Therefore I wouldn’t say
Anything that made you think that I might go away

You’re jumping way ahead of me
Concluding we’re just casualties
In a battle that we fight
An arms race where our words act like grenades

Woh, woh, woh:
Won’t you please slow down!
Jumping to conclusions
Jerks your head around!
Who, who, woh
Won’t you please slow down!
Like an Indian you should listen
To vibrations traveling through the ground

The manicured horse
With its polished teeth
Doesn’t let the world know about the mess underneath
But I’m not that guy,
I try to shoot straight
And if I miss I’ll be the first to kick in the crate

Woh, woh, woh…

Infidels

Written By: Martin Hagfors

An image of the prophets just rubbed against my eyes
Jesus and Mohammed looked like two clouds in the sky
When they chose in unison to break down and let rain
They told us jealousy was Abel to be killed by Cain

It’s tough to be celebrity but tougher to be a saint
You just can’t pop on down to sue or come with your complaint
Everyone is an infidel in someone else’s book
With television causing crime, scripture is off the hook

We like to bless our holy lands but this is one big ball
Within every structure each inch maintains the wall
I guess we screwed up royally when we made men our Kings
And trusted their directives came from angels that could sing

Country Chris

Written By: Martin Hagfors

Country Chris, Country Chris
She's the girl I really miss, She's the girl I long to kiss
Have you seen my Country Chris?

I left town the other day
It was time to move away, for what it's worth I couldn't stay
Like my Chris I've gone astray

I wanted to go dancing but the power-lines were down
And the rain had just washed away the road
So then I switched the hubs, so all four wheels would bite
And I fought to fight the shifting of my load

I drove my truck down the street
Stopping everyone I'd meet, everyone on their feet
I came across like a dog in heat

Then I meet a travelling man
With wiry hair the color of sand, he asked me if I was the man
Looking for a girl from a country band

Ch:

He told me her pulse was weak
She hadn't slept in near two weeks, sitting in a bar on Elmer Street
Never seen girl look quite so bleak

The table in the corner was covered in beads
She bit her lip and started to bleed, I give her my hand and an arm to lead
A country boy and a pumpkin seed

Country Chris Country Chris
She's the girl I want to kiss, she's the girl I'll always miss
There ain't no girl like the Country Chris

Fish

Written By: Martin Hagfors

The first fish that he caught as a boy in the summertime
He caught with a friend that has long since passed away
They dug for worms by the tracks of the Piedmont & Northern
They say those rails are what first led them astray

They hooked up on the streets of Chattanooga
Growing up had tired and they wanted pay
The patience that they learnt down on the river
Was wearing thin as ice on a sunny day

Francis forgot what he didn't know to start with
George was the mastermind behind skipping school
Together they planned a scam of lifting boxcars
Simple work granted they stayed cool

One night found the boys a tad bit cocky
Like an eel in a mud the train slipped by
Through the rain George could hear some voices
Then Francis yelling out a chilling cry

George could only vaguely see his childhood
But to him the river was more than just a dream
Down her path he remembered every bare root
As bare as his years had all been lean

Just like fish in a pond, we've got a limited view
Just like fish in a pond, we seem to forget when skies weren't blue

Blood For Oil

Written By: Martin Hagfors

Blood for oil on sandy soil
What’s the word on capital sin
Does it apply if you happen to die
On the trail of the Halliburton

The man on the throne he got dressed up
To deliver his victory speech
Dressed as a pilot on a carrier
I saw it off Malibu beach

Blood for oil
Blood for oil
It’s far beyond a reasonable doubt
That the high tech guns of the war lords
Are nothing but primitive clout

It’s hard to believe how dumb you can be
What kind of reason came to your mind
Rocking the cradle of civilization
like a baby drinks a glass of wine

If Bob hits you then what do you do
Do you take it out on somebody else
It’s a terrible thing when the terror you bring
Is a terror that brings you wealth

Married Man

Written By: Martin Hagfors

I’m just a married man so walk on by
You don’t need to hear my pack of lies
You deserve someone close to you
That hasn’t bit off more than he can chew
I’m just a married man to you

So forgive me if my eyes do stray
Sometimes it’s hard to look the other way
I must have noticed you watching me
Like a sailor reads the clouds at sea
A married man commands a fee

You don’t need to sleep alone in bed
Weighing every other word I said
It is madness in the first degree
let me plead my own insanity
A married man commands a fee

Now that I’ve warned you I’ll rest my case
I’ll place my life in the hands of fate
I’m no stronger than a box that’s wet
Full of memories of long lost bets
The married man commands a fee

Tattooed On My Eyes

Written By: Martin Hagfors

I watched you walk down the hall
With your bare skin glistening
Like water on a plum

You move like a wave you don’t hesitate
You come on like the wind
You’re my girlfriend I want to...

Your face is coming closer
And you’ll soon lie by my side
I’m beside myself and horny
You’re tattooed on my eyes

Your breathing on my face
We’re picking up the smells
We’re deeply concentrated
We’re a couple in a well, I want to...

We start to feel the pressure
We think we’re gonna burn,
And we don’t take turns
Until we both come through I want to...

Your face is coming closer
And you’ll soon lie by my side
I’m beside myself and horny
You’re tattooed on my eyes

Scarlet

Written By: Marrtin Hagfors

Watch her nervous finger run
Down a scar she's had since twenty one
And freeze
Scarlet
I think she likes to freeze
Scarlet
She's dark, she's light she's picturesque
She blows off steam with vividness
Then she'll freeze
Scarlet
I think she likes to freeze
Scarlet

Leave the girl alone
With her stiches and tender bones
Leave that girl alone
And her darkened undertone

Validate the way she feels
Pamper her and help her heal
Or freeze
Scarlet
I think she likes to bleed
Scarlet

Men And Flies

Written By: Martin Hagfors

The garbage man held in his hand a photograph
From someone’s happy days
Now it’s on a truck with bags of muck that men and flies
Roll on working days

And the people in the picture are both strangers to us now
They have left the streets they shared
With the man who owns the corner shop and the girl who lives upstairs
And her lady friend with a beard

An old shoe box in the attic is full of unmarked bills
But they’re not legal tender any more
The man who hid them never lived to see his own plan through
So he never came through that door

The couple that has left
Said they split up for the best
But they never heard the attic try to call

You’re not the first won’t be the last that men and flies
Roll on working days
You’re not the first won’t be the last that men and flies
Roll off on working days

Discography

Martin Hagfors-Men And Flies

HGH Albums

All the Men in Dresses
Miracle Working Man
Sebs Hotel
Trash Grass and Love Songs
Pignoise

HOME GROAN Albums

Hey Revolution Now!
The Opening Act
Cream of the Crop (Best of)
Raccoon
One For THe Birds
Addicted
Fish
Astrodome
Modern Man
Home Groan

Search on Cdbaby or Itunes etc.

Set List

HGH Shows
We do our fair share of story telling...
Festival sets usually last about 35 min, regular gigs around two hours.

Last setlist...
Gangrene Blue
Sin Song
Jumping To Conclusions
Wet Your Lips
Father
Stupid Song
Driftage and Deviation
Jealous Girl
22nd Century Sacred Banjo
Market Crash
Garbage in the Mud
Lost Sleep
Paranoia
Dirt Poor
Father Seb
All the Men in Dresses
Afghanistan
Blood for Oil
It’s Mine
Brother
Mulder
Miracle Working Man
Country Chris