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Last night at the old hotel

by Brevard Busking Coalition

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1.
Thomas Rex 03:04
(J. Campbell, H. Hancock-Rockit riff) Went to the store, for GI Joes He got that ninja who lives in the snow He nearly pushed over Estaban All the other Joes hit the floor He had a can, three bean salad and we ate it on his back porch His Mom and Dad got real mad They thought the cat had soiled the floor This is a song for Thomas Rex’s son Run DMC, not new to me I’m going to prove my strong mentality I am the King, there is none higher To burn my kingdom, you must use fire Hello Destro, you got to know that the Baroness’ got no soul Mercenaries getting paid Keep your metal head in the shade On Friday, I will go, cross the desert and over to your home Dig a trench and let the water flow Ride a dune buggy through our desert home In 6th grade we’re all gangsters Herbie Hancock, I’m break dancing yeah! One day at school, we felt uncool We had to sing the alphabet Got laughed at by our friends even Tim, who could fart on command Cross-eyed Roderick, your hair so slick and Kay-Kay is such a bully He asked if we were blood or crip We survived by neutrality at recess they were back flipping at the school where we learned juggling we programmed on a vic-20 Thomas and I were mighty! This is a song for Thomas Rex’s son!
2.
(b. tilford) you are the bug in my car you try to fly out through the rear window you bang your head on the glass can’t get out the way you came in i’d probably crash in a panic reaching back to try and crush you smash you squash you splash you on the glass and the fact is i own your life span and it was just reduced to a mile and a half you are the bug in my car you try to fly out through the rear window you bang your head on the glass can’t get out the way you came in you want to fly to the front you’d like to sting me on the back of my head i keep my window rolled down wind coming in keeps you trapped on the rear dash where you’re banging your head on the window again and again you should just chill out maybe later you can save yourself if you have any brains left when i drove by you took a wrong turn for the rest of your life you’re stuck inside and you cannot recognize my thickly veiled concern to set you free ’cause i know you’ll just return you are the bug in my car you try to fly out through the rear window you bang your head on the glass can’t get out the way you came in you are the bug in my car too bad you shoulda chose a cadillac you found my dashboard graveyard if you could get out you wouldn’t even know where you are the bug in my car you are the bug in my car why are you the bug in my car? don’t feel too bad. i’m just a guy in car with a bug driving back and forth it’s just the grace of god that keeps me from flying straight into a windshield called earth
3.
(J. Campbell) Birth of the knack with a tacked paper plaque I was going for something that required a back track about face, to the garden of thought space and to my dismay, came at relative quick pace “Move!”, was the general attitude You can’t go for broke until you find the interlude “Why?”, asked the man on the wall As we all watch him fall Boom bang bounce and a shudder The man arouse from the ground in a stutter of the one word that came from beyond – it was peace And his face grew long because back on the wall were all his diseases right next to his double-barrel Jesus He was taking a long pause Trying to figure whose fault it was – he was busy! Humpty Dumpty once sat on the wall Sitting on the wall, shaking his fist The kings horses all around him The men on the horses pretend to protect him Mustering up, they brought some change from their pockets The men on the horses pulled their swords from their sockets and looked at the small man, taking their blades in their good hands they scrambled the man to a pale shade of yellow The wall caught the most of the freshly whisked fellow And the men just giggled as the shell still wiggled – he was dead Beginning his break out bouncing from his shell Looking for heaven while screaming like hell He took it upon himself to see a tunnel and slipped through it like water in a funnel Bright lights blinded him at the end smooth voices around of his long dead friends asking why the hell did he sit on that wall He set himself up to take on the fall that went Boom bang bounce and a shudder The man, still standing there all in a stutter of the one word that came from beyond – it was peace And his face grew long because back on the wall were all his diseases right next to his double-barrel Jesus He was taking a long pause Trying to figure whose fault it was – he was busy!
4.
(b. tilford) he said she heard she said he heard she heard he said crazy for her goin out of my head she heard he said she said he heard not even in the same world she thought he played she drove he rode soulmates none more for the road she wrote he read they both witnessed the perfect fit perfectly explode she tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy in one coaster-rollin ride they learned It only takes a minute to break eternity it only takes a minute somehow he knew someday they’d make really great acquaintances she made sure they could endure her promises not to promise anything they tried it on just to wait and see, naturally, entropy in one coaster-rollin ride they learned it only takes a minute to break eternity it only takes a minute so if you’re wonderin – how’s it end well I don’t know, said I don’t know
5.
the mount 02:58
(J. Elizalde, G. Gurrieri, M. Serrano. absurd literal translation/adaption: db, his cheap moves, J. Campbell) Opening to mount the mount the glutted eye is at our reach Previously white is now red A glutted eye to reach the mount (harto ojo! harto ojo!) Poor man, tell me where Stop – next descend A glutted eye interior Crystal reflects exaltation The glutted eye is now a scene Rudely displays all your struggle (harto ojo! harto ojo!) Poor man, tell me where Hide the fire stop – next – descend (hasta el final) Flowers bloom abundantly, Dismal time in dismal places, Well versed reality The Seesaw maniac is full of beauty (harto ojo! harto ojo!) Poor man, tell me where Hide the fire stop – until the end (para luego descender hasta el final) Pobre hombre Dime donde Escondes ese fuego Para luego descender hasta el final
6.
(J. Campbell) I see you in the waves you are a mermaid in the sea Your body evaporates then the cool starts condensing You form a new cloud, you float in the sky then you sprout wings, angelically But I need you here Come down from the clouds and dance with me I hear you in the trees when the wind is whistling The falling of the leaves when you finally fell asleep You woke up in bliss, alive, in love You wore your wings, angelically But I need you here Come down from the clouds and dance with me. You floated out to space where the starts are sparkling You floated past the moon and did not say a thing You made up for faith, karma, and love You earned your wings, angelically But I need you here Come down from the clouds and dance with me
7.
(J. Campbell) She’s got some faces in her leatherette purse Ones she shows to a friend that’s not there All the heads have neatly combed hair And all the faces show smiles that hurt One of her socks is down at her shoe As she hungrily drinks the flask All her woman’s mind was left far behind And she was left without a clue Then she smiles and whispers so softly Sighing bitterly with her brow crinkling In her twilight she whispers prayers and lies Two little boys play outside The dog drags 7 cousins Stepfather is at the shop With a gun at the managers head Come back kitty Come on back Through the fence there goes Sam! Goodbye cat down the road In a van to Reno Where he can hide on stage Maybe that was no fact? Winter fell upon our souls And my brother fell back He remembers before he went alone Ivan Lloyd with his songs about Jerome Grasshopper’s head is gone And Aaron is Drowning
8.
(b. tilford) God didn’t do it – didn’t make wars cars planes and killing in god’s name God didn’t do it – there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange love’s left lying around in the strangest faces sometimes it blows in just like the wind through your hair but sometimes nowhere does it say anywhere that everything or even anything has to be fair God didn’t do it – didn’t make the car check the time and get us to get in it God didn’t do it – write a big black book for our perfect day hour minute he doesn’t control everything although sometimes it seems we all make payments to fate though our will is always free God did the wind and the water mind and the matter God did God didn’t do it – make wars cars planes or killing in God’s name there’s lots of will for free no refunds no exchange here’s your share of fear and hate and blues and blame but at least and after all it’s not like we did these things what if you and me did these things what if it’s just you and me?
9.
(J. Campbell) Guatemala in 83 Helicopters for military Flying righteous with sunglasses on to get to the mass A world away in 84 Butchers with bullets, El Salvador The generals evacuated the soldiers While children cried Ethnic cleansing in Bosnia Militiamen of Serbia Weeping people bring the dead to life In between the fights Iraqi families in rubble and stone Angry for reasons I’ll never know Al Jazeer can’t get their message to send and we’re all in the dark Wars for resources Wars for trillion$ Wars for the children We let the bombs fall Famine victims “living” in the Sudan Prosthetic limbs Afghanistan Hutu death camps in Africa stand in the scars on the man Heavy metals in the factory air Half a beggar washing children’s hair Untouchables unload a boatload of sand Building bricks they can’t have We are the witness of his testimony And we will never forget And let it never repeat
10.
(Heinous Bienfäng & His Cheap Moves) Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness Every night I hear their screams and splashes of distress Our lives are joined perpetually in periods of unrest I scream, I scrawl, I bake the wall If I had half a mind, I’d take it out and play with it Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness Last night I took a girl on a date and what did she profess To not know my identity, I said “you wanna guess”? She screamed, she fled, I dropped my head If I had my thirty bucks, I’d go down to the hardware store And I’d get the largest power sander And I’d make my brain smoooo-ooo-ooth (like an egg) Someone’s floating in my stream of consciousness Last night I got the final dot of an SOS A terrible thought has split my skull and now I must confess I want to do a cannonball in someone’s consciousness
11.
(His Cheap Moves, lyrics: bbc) Brown shoed fortuitous frame Cool breeze on a sunny day Absolutely friggin tumescent Juxtaposed antidepressant, some say Angelic strawberry cafe Cheese steak and curry souffle She said let it sit and fester in sweaty polyester, ok? Beach inclusive with the water and sand Perfect cartwheel with immaculate hands Treacherous trees impressing Sure to get undressing, today We need more questions Way too many answers Rhythm fluffy with a beautiful stroll Melody with no chance for parole Walking with a ramwong for the chance to climb with King Kong, huzzah! We need more questions Way too many answers Genetic denim and some alien love Beaker reading through a kick and a shove Everything cuatro veces excellent and effervescent, hurray! We need more questions Way too many answers

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this album features all 5 members of Oranga Tanga v1.0
full album details available at brevardbusking.org/music/albums
for brYan

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released August 2, 2014

all arrangements by bbc.

recorded may-dec 2013 @ The Zone Productions by Mark Brasel; percussion [1,2,6,7,8,9,10] recorded @ db productions by db.
mixed & mastered jun 2013 – jan 2014 @ The Zone Productions by Mark Brasel.

artwork by Francis Gigantic.
photography by Jaime David Tishler + Francis Gigantic.

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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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