"Bats!" is the debut single by the Los Angeles-based punk rock band The Bronx, released in 2003 by Tarantulas Records. It was produced by Beau Burchell and recorded at his home in Los Angeles. The single was released on both compact disc and 12-inch vinyl, the latter a picture disc limited to 1,000 copies. The B-side is backmasked, playing from the inner edge to the outer.
Bats are mammals of the order Chiroptera (/kaɪˈrɒptərə/; from the Greek χείρ - cheir, "hand" and πτερόν - pteron, "wing") whose forelimbs form webbed wings, making them the only mammals naturally capable of true and sustained flight. By contrast, other mammals said to fly, such as flying squirrels, gliding possums, and colugos, can only glide for short distances. Bats do not flap their entire forelimbs, as birds do, but instead flap their spread-out digits, which are very long and covered with a thin membrane or patagium.
Bats are the second largest order of mammals (after the rodents), representing about 20% of all classified mammal species worldwide, with about 1,240 bat species divided into two suborders: the less specialized and largely fruit-eating megabats, or flying foxes, and the highly specialized and echolocating microbats. About 70% of bat species are insectivores. Most of the rest are frugivores, or fruit eaters. A few species, such as the fish-eating bat, feed from animals other than insects, with the vampire bats being hematophagous, or feeding on blood.
Bats (also Batsi, Batsbi, Batsb, Batsaw, Tsova-Tush) is the language of the Bats people, a Caucasian minority group, and is part of the Nakh family of Caucasian languages. It had 2,500 to 3,000 speakers in 1975.
There is only one dialect. It exists only as a spoken language, as the Bats people use Georgian as their written language. The language is not mutually intelligible with either Chechen or Ingush, the other two members of the Nakh family.
Until the middle of the 19th century, the Tsovians lived in Tushetia, the mountain region of Northeast Georgia. They were expected to have come settled with Tush people in mid centuries later became assimilated with other Tush people and now are known as one of four tush subgroups. The Tsova Gorge in Tushetia was inhabited by four Bats communities: the Sagirta, Otelta, Mozarta and Indurta. Later they settled on the Kakhetia Plain, in the village of Zemo-Alvani, where they still live. Administratively they are part of the Akhmeta district of Georgia.
The Bats, on their records simply Bats, were a South African band formed in Johannesburg in 1963. Their 1966 single "Listen to My Heart" was a hit on the Radio London charts.
The band was composed of Barry Jarman - guitar, trumpet, assorted instruments, Jimmy Dunning - guitar, replaced by Pete Clifford - guitar, vocals, Paul Ditchfield - bass, guitar, keyboards, vocals and drummer Eddie Eckstein.
Bats (stylized as a backward word STAB) is a 1999 American science fiction monster horror thriller film, directed by Louis Morneau and produced by Bradley Jenkel and Louise Rosner. The film stars Lou Diamond Phillips, Dina Meyer, Bob Gunton and Leon. It was the first film released by Destination Films.
The plot concerns a hostile swarm of genetically mutated bats who terrorize a local Texas town and it is up to zoologist Sheila Casper, who teams up with town Sheriff Emmett Kimsey, to exterminate the creatures before they take more lives. The film was panned by several critics for its campiness, sub-par special effects, underdeveloped characters, and failing to be scary or creepy in any way. The film's positive reviews have proclaimed that the film is so bad that it is good and should be viewed as an unintentional comedy rather than a horror film. As a result of these rare positive reviews, the film has developed somewhat of a cult following.
Despite all the negative acclaim, the film was a moderate box office success, recouping nearly half its budget.
Bats is a musical written in 1983 by two Australians, Ian Dorricott and Simon Denver. It has been produced numerous times by school groups.
The remote village of Humperdink in the shire of Engelberta in the Transylvanian Alps has survived for centuries by growing grapes, and even though they can boast about Count Dracula's castle, no one really seems to care. The towns "Grape Harvest" is their main industry. But when the grape harvest is ruined by disease, and the town is on the verge of bankruptcy, they need outside money, so decide to market their attraction as a location for creatures of horror.
I met this bloke who looked like a ghost
I’ve soon find out that he was not
He was a genuine count from Transylvania
He said: “Marry me. That’s where I’ll take you
To a ruined castle on the top of a cliff
Where the air’s so cold it will freeze your tits”
And there he taught me how to fly
Two lovers together in the purple sky
And we had bats for dinner and bats for tea
Bats for him and bats for me
A big fat rat for Sunday roast
For breakfast we had bats on toast
And when the cooking became a chaw
We just chopped them up and eat them raw
Or opened the window facing south
And let them fly straight in our mouths
Bats for dinner, bats for tea
Bats for dinner, bats for tea
Bats for dinner, bats for tea
Bats for tea
Neighbours didn’t like us much
They seemed to bear some sort of a grudge
Attacked the castle with flaming torches,
Burned the stables and stole the Porshes
Then our local vicar, a miserable tart,
Stabbed a wooden stake through my boyfriend’s heart
I escaped, but I’m alone again
In a one-room flat in Sydenham
And there’s no bats for dinner, no bats for tea,
No bats from the graves or the belfry
It’s peas and cabbage or Sunday roast
And if I’m lucky – beans on toast
And when the cooking becomes a chaw
I’ll just chop them up and eat them raw
And think of how things used to be
When there was just my count and me
There’s no fairy-tale castles in the sky,
But the room’s so cold it would make you cry
And still sometimes at night I fly
Over London’s dark grey sky
And think of him in another world
And hope he’s waiting for his girl
And there united we will be
Together forever for eternity
And there’ll be bats for dinner and bats for tea
Bats for him and bats for me
A big fat rat for Sunday roast
For breakfast we’ll have bats on toast
And when the cooking becomes a chaw
We’ll just chop them up and eat them raw
Or open the window facing south
And let them fly straight in our mouths
Bats for dinner, bats for tea
Bats for dinner, bats for tea
Bats for dinner, bats for tea