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Dinosaur Gravy
04:27
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When you’re in the mood for different food
When you’re been around all the diners in town
Just find your way to the ancient theme buffet… Dinosaur Gravy
When you’re in the mood for different food
When you want more than the same 8 restaurants
We’ve found a way to make everything better at Dinosaur Gravy
Dinosaur gravy
Dino gravy
Triceratops steak on stegosaurus plates
Aged since the late Cretaceous
The meat’s a little dry, just between you and me
It sure could use some dino gravy
The waitress recommends deep fried raptor legs
With poached pterodactyl eggs. I’ll pick up the check
Isn’t this wine great? These prehistoric grapes
Compliment the taste of dino gravy
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That night as I coursed through
This country’s blackened veins
I sensed His plan for me
I understood His pain
Well I could not avoid
On that country lane
The seraph sacrifice
The child that Death would gain
The impact transformed me
I crawled towards the only light
But He was waiting there
To tell me I would live another night
So I’m back from the Other Side
The world’s so hard to bear
Because He’s tainted me
I can feel him the air
But in my dreams
There’s a world inside
Where I escape
Where no one dies
It’s paradise
The perfect suburb lives
The pets, the children
The perfect suburb smiles
Where no one fades away
I wasn’t always like this
I used to be awake
I didn’t feel so dark
This life didn’t feel so fake
I am fading now
I’ll slowly waste away
Inside the latent wish
He’d have taken me that day
But in my dreams
There’s a world inside
Where I escape
Where no one dies
It’s paradise
The perfect suburb lives
The pets, the children
The perfect suburb smiles
Where I can always fly
higher
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Huffin' in the Nude
04:20
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I like angeldust in June
And late in the afternoon
Huffin nitrous from balloons
And when the sun is settin soon
I like huffin in the nude
Well, ‘cept for my huffin shoes
I like to shine ‘em up real good
Then take another whiff of glue
Cuz this might be the day
The good lord takes me away
and I’d be awful scared
if these drugs would let me care
cuz this might be the day
the good lord takes me away
and god might treat me worse
if his drugs don’t kill me first
I like trippin when fall comes
And when the acid’s going strong
A little coke to numb my gums
A pint of whiskey just for fun
I like tweakin in my socks
Wearin argyles and smokin rocks
Stole my mamma’s medicine box
Her asthma medication sucks
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But Moooommmm....
02:17
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But moooommmm I don't wanna go to school today
I just want to run and jump and laugh and scream and sing and dance and play
with my new toy hand grenades
How many more days till it's my birthday?!?!
Grandma has chocolate milk, I want more!!
But moooommmm I don't wanna take my pills today
I just want to run and jump and laugh and scream and sing and dance and
play music, goddammit
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Salvation in the Dirt
06:10
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I feel in the air
I see it in the sky
I sense it in the seas
The water’s rising high
The rich won’t ever see for complacency
So the meek must raise their eyes
We gave this sick world a terrible disease
Now we’re beggin on our knees
Oh please, oh please, oh please
“Save this sick world oh ye priceless whores”*
*Quoted from Mingus’s Beneath the Underdog
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Oh, Oh Lord
03:43
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Sixteen years ago I met a man I’d never met before
He’d just turned the age of 73
A simple, happy family man, he lived life as he wanted, and
He said something incredible to me:
“Some men want to go quietly, but I don’t want to die in my sleep,”
he explained with a twinkle in his eye.
“You only get one chance to die, and I’ll be damned if I waste mine
on a heart attack in the middle of the night.”
He sang:
Oh, oh Lord, let me die a slow, slow death.
Make sure my eyes are open when I take my final breath
Oh, oh Lord, when I ain’t got much time left
Let me savor all the pain and plumb each moment’s depth
Well at the time I thought it strange to be so comfortable with pain,
But now I know he was a wiser man than I.
For pain is a process, part of life, it enables us to feel pleasure, like
The changing of the seasons or the tides.
Well in ’94 he got his wish, he was cooking when he slipped,
The knife got him right through the chest.
And at his funeral the mourners cried at the tragic way in which he died,
But I smiled when I heard his last request.
We all sang:
Oh, oh Lord, let me die a slow, slow death.
Make sure my eyes are open when I take my final breath
Oh, oh Lord, when I ain’t got much time left
Let me savor all the pain and plumb each moment’s depth
Now I’m not a religious man, but sometimes at night I’ll fold my hands
And repeat the words that he had taught to me.
It’s not a prayer exactly, but it helps me to remember not
To take my trials in life too seriously.
I whisper:
Oh, oh Lord, let me die a slow, slow death.
Make sure my eyes are open when I take my final breath
Oh, oh Lord, when I ain’t got much time left
Let me savor all the pain and plumb each moment’s depth
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American Sausage
07:58
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I was walkin in New York City on a summer afternoon
Thought I’d drop by and check in on one of them Wall Street Tycoons
Well those guys must really know somethin’ about securities
Cuz JP Morgan Chased me right off his property
Said “Son, if you ain’t got no money, you ain’t no good to me.”
I gathered myself up and got back on my feet
I scanned my surroundings for something I could eat
That’s when I heard the vendor calling out to me…
“American Sausage, it’s my favorite meat!
American Sausage, it can’t be beat!
American Sausage, why you taste so sweet?
I wanna eat you five times a day!”
Well I said, “I’ll give it a try. Hey man, that’s pretty good.
Won’t you tell me what’s in that there sausage, if you would?”
Well he said, “I don’t know what’s in that recipe.
Them fat cats have it shipped in from overseas.
You’ll have to head down to Latin America, go south of Belize.”
I searched for weeks on end but nothing I could find
In Panama I thought that I would lose my mind
I knew it had to be close because of the smell
The more I asked the people there the less they would tell
‘Till a young, scared-looking man pulled me aside
He said, “My people, we have nothing to hide.
“But I know this guy, around the way
My sisters says he works for the CIA
She says she saw him kill a man, but he didn’t have to pay
‘Cause he works for the USA!
“Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, what will it take for you to understand?
I just want to be left alone with my family and my land
I don’t wanna be a part of your plans
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, why don’t you understand?
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, what will it take for you to understand?
I just want to be left alone with my family and my land
I wanna relax by the ocean in the hot summer sand
Don’t wanna be part of your plans but I can’t run from your pointing hand
Sayin’ ‘I want you, I want you,’ well I want nothin’ to do with you
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, why don’t you understand?
“It’s that American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat.
American Sausage, it can’t be beat
American Sausage, why you taste like defeat?
I wish you’d up and go away.
“American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat.
American Sausage, for the assholes on Wall Street
American Sausage, why you taste like defeat?
I wish you’d up and go away.”
I was walkin’ in Panama on a sunny afternoon
Thought I’d drop by and check in on this here CIA buffoon
Well those guys, also seem to know somethin’ about security
He knew I was comin’ before I set foot on his property
Said, “Son, I know you’re here to ask me about that recipe.
“Ten years ago I would have killed you just for asking
But I’m retired now my instincts are relaxing
I do possess the information you wish to know
I’ll share it with you now for many others know
There are two main components to the recipe:
“BLOOD AND OIL!
BLOOD AND OIL AND FAT AND A LITTLE MEAT!
“Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, it took too long for me to understand!
I just should have stayed at home with my family and my land
I should have relaxed by the ocean in the hot summer sand
But I got wrapped up in your plans, and now the blood won’t wash from my hands
Singin’ ‘Out damn spot, out damn spot!’ and the guilt sits so deep in my gut.
Oh Uncle Sam, Uncle Sam, why don’t you understand?
“It’s that American Sausage, it’s the worst kind of meat!
American Sausage, there’s blood in the streets!
American Sausage, it’s stainin’ our feets
And we’ll never wash it off again!”
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Nixon's the One
05:34
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hello, good evening beautiful, won’t you tell me what’s your name?
they call me Richard Nixon and I’m the greatest in the game
i’m the biggest, baddest, jowliest, nosiest man you’ll ever meet
i got more power than eisenhower and more lovin’ than the Kennedys
so if the GOP ain’t your cup of tea, baby that’s okay
you pretend you’re Marylin, and I’ll be JFK
you and me and Checkers will lay down on the White House lawn
i’ll deflower your rose garden until the break of dawn
i don’t wanna hear you don’t return my affections
talk like that will make a man like me lose his election
sometimes my situation room can get a little sticky
cuz i keep my willy slick and i keep my dick tricky
Nixon is the one
California’s favorite son
and girl i’ll be your favorite too
before this song is done
i’ve got the brains i’ve got the power
and you know you’ve got the looks
and even if i steal your heart
girl i’m not a crook
do the nixon throw your hands up in the air
like tricky dick, son, too powerful to care
do the nixon you know i’ll never stop
cause tricky dick will always be on top
i can see you’re a little shy about jumping in to bed
ask Kissinger, at first even Zhou Enlai played hard to get
but he gave in cuz tricky dick just won’t accept defeat
one way or another you’ll wind up in my pink sheets
girl why won’t you return my calls, can’t get you off my mind
got the secret service tailin’ you and i bugged all your phone lines
if i get wind that you and ol’ Agnew are gettin friendly
I’ll pop you in the head like you were Salvador Allende
don’t you dare to turn me down that’s only just the start
i’ll send a couple cronies out and break right into your heart
and when we get it on i’ll record the love we make
you’ll go down in history, unless i erase the tapes
cuz lovin’ you ain’t a crime, and just to taste your kiss
i’d even share a cell with that commie Alger Hiss
my love for you is scandalous, it won’t ever abate
it will live forever, our sexual Watergate
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Strange Changes is an eclectic eight piece rock band comprised of musicians from the Boston music scene. Residing in Allston, they mix elements of American popular music with classical, jazz, metal, and more, in the tradition of the great American pop composers Frank Zappa and Charles Mingus. ... more
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