A funny song on a very unfunny subject. It slides across the floor like a Mardi Gras drunk, a bit of beautiful sax, a country shuffling guitar. But hey?? whats that guy singing about.
lyrics
When the waters cold, drop the lobster in
Still unaware his time is thin
Once the gas is turned on, spark up the flame
He barely notices the change in the game
The temperature creeps up, a degree at a time
Mr. Lobster is thinking everything’s fine
Too late to get wise, to the temperature rise
As the pot boils, Mr. Lobster expires
Mr. Lobster, Mr. Lobster
Ruled by thugs as bad as mobsters
And us, like Mr. Lobster, stuck in the pot
Won’t see what truth have been forgot
Sold as news, each year with fewer views
Heads they win, tails we lose
Mr. Lobster, Mr. Lobster
Can’t see the boss is just an impostor
No pertinent fact
No singular act
Can push the train back on the tracks
Lulled into slumber, by electronic wonder
Temperature rises, Mr. Lobsters gone under
Mr. Lobster, ruled by thugs as bad as mobsters
Mr. Lobster, Can’t see the boss is just an impostor
credits
from Now We Know,
released June 30, 2013
Connie Walkershaw - saxophones, vocals
Jesse Walkershaw - bass, vocals
Brad Bechtel - lap steel, dobro, mandolin
Jesse Jackson - guitar, vocals
Dane Pryce - conga, percussion
Joseph Chavez - bongos, percussion
Rick Brown - trombone
Written by Jesse Walkershaw
Produced by The Walkershaws and Norman Rutherford
Tracked Mixed and Mastered in San Francisco
at Ear To The Ground Recording by Norman Rutherford
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