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My pet vulture

from Garbagehands EP by Oranga Tanga

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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

credits

from Garbagehands EP, released May 19, 2016
Anthony: djembe, bvox, bongos
db: rainstick, bvox, singing bowl, tambourine, cymbals
His Cheap Moves: bass, bvox
Jared: mandolin, vox, cymbals
Tom: drum kit, chimes

cover art by Derek Gores

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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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