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The perilous misadventures of illicit meats. A meditation on Foodie Obscurantism and the pitfalls of quick fixes. Another offering for the age of The Cloud.
lyrics
I got the word on the street
From the biggest foodie geek
Yeah, he's talkin' bout the latest feat
Highest peak of Gastro-chic
So I
Head past the shrine dedicated to
The Soda-fountain-so-divine
And I'm gettin' a sign,
Man gives me the sign
As I'm led through a bar
By a fat-man with a gut traversed with scars
then he's holding up a bag
It's a wet and bloody bag.
And if you'd seen his face, MY GOD
It lit up that dull place
As he started to grin
His voice boomed above the drunken din
As he sang:
DOLPHIN MEAT! OH BABY, BABY, BABY
DOLPHIN MEAT! I SWEAR IT'S GONNA
MAKE YOU FREAK! WHEN YOU EAT A PIECE OF
DOLPHIN MEAT!
DOLPHIN MEAT! OH BABY, BABY DOLPHIN MEAT
SWEAR TO GOD, IT'S GONNA MAKE YOU FREAK!
In the thrall of crime
I lost all track of time
As I started to eat
I sucked back every piece
Then the cops broke in
And replaced the fat man's grin
With a broke face
A blue and bloodied face
Sitting in a jail cell
Guards are eating seafood taco bell
I kept hearing a knell
It was freedom's cracked bell
LIBERTY BELL!
SWEET, SWEET LIBERTY BELL!
I'D TRADE IT ALL TO HELL
FOR A TASTE OF THAT TACO BELL!
SWEET TACO BELL!
OH BABY, BABY SWEET TACO BELL!
DON'T EVEN MIND IF THERE'S A CRACK IN THE
TACO SHELL!
My case went to trial,
'Cause when the judge read my file, he asked,
"What do you plead?"
Said I'm not guilty
At the trials end,
juror seven said,
"The boy's life is a haze,
His mind's a rat in a maze"
Guilty, we've found him guilty
Now dispense with our duty
Bloody, happy, holy, make him
Purify the body! Ahhhhh!
With a crowd full of rage,
On a dais I'll be raised
Axe is ready for my head,
My last supper: a taco and not bread
All because of...
DOLPHIN MEAT!
OH BABY, BABY, BABY DOLPHIN MEAT!
THE MOST FATAL TREAT YOU'LL EVER EAT
DON'T GO NEAR A PIECE OF DOLPHIN MEAT
SWEET DOLPHIN MEAT!
OH BABY, BABY, SWEET DOLPHIN MEAT!
WORLDS MOST FATAL TREAT
DON'T GO NEAR DOLPHIN MEAT
credits
released April 13, 2015
Lyrics, composition, mixing and recording by David McFarlane, 2015.
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