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Oranga Tanga

by Oranga Tanga

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1.
Burmese jungle Is the everything to me Herd family “Pull teak!” My human friends would ever often speak They fed me sweets I’ll pull it down and quake the ground And rip the roots to build a town I can clear an acre with you on my back I’m in this herd pulling up your slack A change of plans Hello war I heard the radio The enemy Is gathering And they won’t be slow We built the bridge And thanks to Bill Our engineer We stole away to the other shore Closer now The sound of shelling coming from the east A day or so Refugee line The women, children, trainers, elephants, and Bill escape Pounding mortar thunder night Tree silhouettes in flashing light Through wind and rain we’ll make our way Across the border where peace remains Impasse A cliff revealed that reached to the sky The humans cried Bill finds After hours searching for a way A path to try The elephants weren’t willing to climb Bill plead with Bandoola to give it a try One ledge to another, he let out a cry The herd all followed Bandoola the wise Out of war here we go We went across the border The enemy was never seen more than a flash of mortar We climbed the cliff and thanks to Bandoola the great We found away to escape the war Bandoola
2.
Everybody 06:09
The sun arose and the red lights went out Fruit stands erect to the rumbling city sounds Sparse horns cry plight exhausting all to be tense as it is, we slip into morality As the infant we are fed everything Into the day with a painted face Bricks add making walls that we build to hide disgrace Don’t you see? We are children, man! What happened to the days of old when our daily west was won? What happened to “Mother may I?” “Seven Potato!” or when man was measured by how well he could cuss It seems we’ve all been black eyed by the ultimate bully – us. London Bridges have fallen down Pocketful of posies. You’re doo doo brown! Baa Baa Black sheep have you any wool? Three blind mice have stolen three bags full. “Redlight Greenlight!” as Simon once said “Send someone over, you Rover of Red.” Mother may I break your back? Four and 20 blackbirds cool on the baker’s rack We slip into morality, tense as it is Exhausting all that be Sparse horns cry plight to the rumbling city sounds Fruit stands erect, the red lights turn on The sun sets…
3.
Balloons 03:59
Dragonflies from the sky dance around to my delight Little pachyderm cries tears of love from above The morning star is brighter now The light exposed a quiet frown And vaporized The suffering – sweet suffering Bridge views from the ground Balloons all around Hearing sacred sounds Balloons all around A head of noise and ricochets quieted by puja flames while seeds were tossed and burned away as swami sang out every name Ujjayi breath promotes the peace of heath and love, tranquility I had to leave, I hope I see that they forgive and love me Bridge views from the ground Balloons all around Hearing sacred sounds Balloons all around The elephant and dragonfly Lift me up into the sky I’m not looking down
4.
Blackhole 04:00
The starlight sparkled at the moment when navigation found the hole Computer displayed all the findings right upon the ship’s console They stalled in deep space at the moment half a million miles away “Calculate event horizon!” Engineers heard captain say Calculations flashed developing their path to take then at once upon the cockpit did appear their path in space Then the captain gave the order and the crew prepared their fate generating their protection with synthetic gravity Now the ship with its protection that also served as its engine pulled the spacecraft to the blackhole Crew silently strapped in As their path led them closer the warp in time started to show it affected the good captain and his consciousness’ hold “Mother, please aprove of me!”, captain let out the cry “I may not be Jesus Christ but I’m alright! We must all be inside as the outside moves so fast!” His inner time was blending his future with his past Observed from a telescope they’d calculated wrong. Spacecraft was shown frozen but they were alright. Never came to be crushed as Hawking had foretold They made through unnoticed through the treacherous blackhole.
5.
Pilot from Tattooine taught in the ways of the force By Obi-Wan Kenobi With Jinn’s empowering The force flowed through the Jedi It flowed to the Darkside Deceived the Jedi Knights And Gunn were the days of the old Made anew for the empire Fought with Kenobi And with the ways of his queen Amadala Padme Turned his power to the Darkside Which Anakin used for the Empire And Emperor Palpatine With his dark mind Chose Anakin to honor he Anakin’s Battle with Jedi might Disfigured him with Jedi light Padme who fled with twins unborn While Anakin turned a dark Sith Lord Mandolorians armored smart Gave Jedis war, near tore apart And the empire in the Sith did savor The coming of the great Lord Darth Vader Palpatine hid away Let Vader control the empire Wrote the plans for the Death Star Council of the Jedi Deliberated all of these things and put their faith in the great queen Pure with honor and blades of light Rebels found hope in alliance And put their voices to valiant cries Which found a threat to the empire Padme born the two and gave up for faith Kenobi sent Leia to Aldaraan Luke to the barren Tatooine Where is fuse to the force did light Vader used the force finding his son yet he was late for the Jedis won Battles ensued as the dark Lord tried He turned Jedi on the day he died Pilot from tattooine taught in the ways of the force
6.
City rat 04:17
I’m a city rat. I need cheese. I make my house out of Popsicle sticks and old magazines But what I really really need is you to let me be – with Thee indeed Wooden wall warped and wet Walk on wire it wiggles while I walk Welp at the whittled wire saying, “Wow. Whittled AND wet!!” – ZOT! It brings me to a higher place up above See you standing there through a hole near the stove. Marry me. Feed me and care for me. Put me in a cage in your house. When you’re sleeping I sleep with you I share your breath when you breathe When you shower I sit and watch you When you leave from your mug I drink I can taste you in the swept crumbs When you speak I hear it sung In your cage we could be happy We could live forever in love
7.
Garbagehands 02:01
Granddad was the ladies man The attache who grandma canned North American family trends Resonated sadly on Rio’s sands Uncle with prosthetic leg A taxi made his metal peg He bragged about the time up his nose and down the hatch And now he pushes daisies after licking his pain patch Garbagehands Big brother lived a dichotomy A right wing wacko with a leftist personality Walked a walk and talked a talk AM lines poisoned FM thoughts Little brother wore a leash Mother taught him to be a beast Trust was only used in jest and he just got out of juvi for stealing cigarettes Garbagehands Mother sauced away the tears Until the sauce provided tears Then she traded sauce for pills Then she mixed the sauce and pills Daddy thought she was the best Daughter was royal princess Now he roots through the garbage To check results of the pregnancy test Garbagehands
8.
8cm 05:16
He has hair and She has hips And on their faces Kissing lips But who does all the having of the parts that they adore? She has legs and He has arms Powered by glowing ancient stars But who does all the having of the power that is stored You see yourself About 8 centimeters Behind your eyes toward the back of your head Half way in Each ear from the other This sense of self Is all in your head Emotionally learning being Looking for a puzzle piece No picture for comparing and Jigsaw infinity We are one but sometimes seems We’re all alone separately Our entire efforts comforting Are relatively incomplete People care. It’s all in the timing We can suffer or celebrate the truth But when I celebrate and share with you the smiling I hear my happiness echoing from you Things come Things go Some things move souls But they are traps That come on slow Key to the top is stuck in the lock Of a door that isn’t locked We’re connected to the all But you’re waiting in the hall Because you Fall in love What’s the use? It’s happiness that captures youth And youth provides a pathway To the feeling that is proof Complain you may But what’s the point Complaining isn’t spreading joy And opening your heart Is the overarching point
9.
Crayon 64 03:50
Is this now the time? Proof for all divine? Are thoughts establishments? Atonic parliament? Are aliens a fact or just a matrix hack? Is god love and hate? Is patience worth the wait? Is sex a sin? Where guilt begins? When will it end? When we feel that! Do you think we are what we say? What have you said today? Is your time taken or borrowed? Is it now or ? Could this be the time to wake? Are you early or extremely late? Do you have to be unique? Are you strong? Are you weak? What’s in your shrine? You are divine! Do you feel affection? Observing your reflection? Can you feel that mental state Loving everything in every way The sacred temple bell rings within yourself It’s now our plane to fly
10.
I have a vulture for a pet and he lives on a telephone pole You can see him in the sky above me Soaring on those sexy warm thermals I never feed him directly. [No no no] They clean up after me [yo yo yo] Sometimes I start to feel nervous [so so so] my vulture’s getting hungry When It’s time to be fed His cavity growls And I can smell the dead My pet vulture loves a three dog night Aloft and soaring hardly flapping their wings Never joining to sing They’ve got no syrinx Cathartes aura is a carrion crow unrelated to the world of old It looks the same, but only because convergent evolution, or so I’m told I never feed them directly. [No no no] They clean up after me [yo yo yo] Sometimes I start to feel guilty [so so so] The population’s growing When It’s time to be fed His cavity growls And I can smell the dead My pet vulture is out of sight Now I’m old and aging They circle above me and as I drift into sleep I hear him hissing I awaken to light as my dinner guests fly away.
11.
Marabunta 06:21
(what’s that sound?) There are over 50 species of nomadic ant on this planet. These are the so-called army ants, And they’re nomadic because Unlike the ants in your backyard, They don’t live in a hole in the ground. No. These ants roam, millions strong. Swarming over hundreds of thousands of insects and small animals In a single day. Killing and devouring most of them. In Brazil, they call their local army ant The Marabunta. MARABUNTA! We had been traveling up the Amazon for two weeks And had left our canoes on the shore three days before We were cutting our way through the jungle A solid wall of green before us When we came across a trail, Sliced into the ground Straight and brown, Like a dirt laser. The native guides came to a halt. They whispered… marabunta… The guides could choose to not continue. They had that choice, they had that luxury. I did not. I would have to make it to my destination Alone. Paquinho took me aside. He gave me a gun. “For the marabunta” he said. A gun? What good is a gun Against an army of ants? I flipped open the barrel. There was only one bullet. MARABUNTA!!! Te van ha seguir… Te van a picar! Te van a comer!! Te van a matar!!!

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released September 29, 2018

all arrangements by Oranga Tanga.

recorded, mixed, & mastered sep 2015 to may 2016 and nov 2017 to aug 2018 @ The Zone Productions by Mark Brasel.

artwork by Derek Gores; text layout by Michael W. Hallberg.
photography by db + Jared Campbell.

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Oranga Tanga West Melbourne, Florida

Strange stirrings are reported from the jungle. A breeze swirls the atmosphere like a nun stirs her morning coffee. The smell of drums is heavy in the air, like a remembered punch. The natives, never ones to contemplate these things, are restless and getting restlesser. There is no unrestlesting the restlesserification of… this is where the doctor said I should stop writing. ... more

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