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π Variations
02:33
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The Plumose Waltz
05:31
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Bumbler
02:11
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The Fifth
06:32
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Luna
03:57
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Evolution Medley
06:14
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Darwin’s Lament —
Ain’t no swinger, can’t hang around
My brachiating appendages
don’t reach to the ground
I shamble around upright in these civilized shoes
I’m just an ape with the blues
Can’t challenge the Alpha, he lives overseas
Can’t groom my mate, she ain’t got no fleas
Can’t run my business with body language cues I’m just an ape with the blues
No native habitat, got to compete
No fangs to bare, barely any chest to beat
Can’t fight worth diddly, just too weak
I’m a revolutionary evolutionary freak
Bald all over, chilly at night
No instinctive ethos gotta learn to act polite
Can’t talk to Creationists, they don’t share my views I’m just an ape with the blues
If I was a donkey I could kick some ass
If I was a sheep I could bleat and eat grass
If I was an amoeba I wouldn’t feel no pain
But no! I had to be a primate
with an overstuffed brain
Sweating in this city, junked out on machines Dreamin at night of those arboreal scenes
Can’t shed this monkey suit, I ain’t paid my dues I’m just an ape
There’s no escape
I’m up to my nape
cause I’m just an ape with the blues
Lookin for My Tribe —
Well who’s that fellow standin there
in his leopard skin underwear
painted body tangled hair
bone in his nose and a ring in his ear
in his hand a long sharp spear
on his face a look of fear
say who’s that fellow standin there
(Just shut up and we might hear)
I’m ramblin through the jungle
I got no place to hide
I’m just a fidgety aborigine
lookin for my tribe
I might find a brighter future
as a pharisee or scribe
but I’m much too wise to civilize
I’m lookin for my tribe
The boa constrictor sees the picture
in the struggle he’s the victor
he says don’t be chicken,
squeeze your victim
learn to hiss and you’ll feel bliss
They pass me up that bloody cup
but I cannot imbibe
that scaly smile it ain’t my style
I’m lookin for my tribe
The elephant is so pedantic
disagree and he grows frantic
he begs to differ quoting scripture
then after that he’ll stomp you flat
And the monkeys throw bananas
but I can’t take no bribe
They can keep their tree
it’s not for me
I’m lookin for my tribe
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Thaddeus Spae Seattle, Washington
A 40-year veteran of the Folk Wars, Thaddeus Spae has played venues from Tipitina's to the EMP. He's an award-winning songwriter whose works range from quirky to literate, guardedly sentimental to outraged and sarcastic, performed on a panoply of instruments acoustic and electric, in a profligate variety of styles encompassing folk, hard rock, jazz, blues, electronic and more. Website: tspae.com. ... more
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