Last night at the old hotel

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this album features all five members of Oranga Tanga.
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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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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Track Name: Thomas Rex
(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!
Track Name: bug in my car
(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
Track Name: Egghead salad
(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!
Track Name: he said she heard
(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
Track Name: the mount
(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
Track Name: Come down from the clouds
(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
Track Name: Prayers and lies
(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
Track Name: God didn't do it
(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?
Track Name: James Nachtwey
(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
Track Name: Someone’s floating
(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
Track Name: Think about it
(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