THIS Is What Became of the Baby
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An answer to the Grateful Dead's musical question, "What's Become of the Baby?"
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#218 in subgenre today Peak #4
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Peak #66
Author
Lee Shapiro
Rights
2017
Uploaded
October 22, 2017
MP3
MP3 31.4 MB, 256 kbps, 17:08
Story behind the song
Travel back with us to 1965 San Francisco. Step into an old warehouse down by the pier. You walk inside, get handed a cup of Kool-Aid. Strobe lights flashing, a band is on the stage, playing something that is not quite what you would hear on the radio. A colored light show is projected on the screen behind them. You start to feel a little strange as you snake your way through a mass of humanity, twirling, dancing, laughing, and maybe even freaking out a little. Someone steps in front of you and asks, “Can you pass the Acid Test?” A band called the Grateful Dead takes the stage and asks the musical question: “What's Become of the Baby?” A musical piece that fits in perfectly with the surroundings. Many decades later, an answer to that question now plays, “THIS Is What Became of the Baby!” Which also has a dual meaning about when the “baby” grows up and leaves home, leaving you with “Empty Nest Syndrome” and in a mental state to create such a work. This is the farthest I’ve travelled outside of creating conventional music. A combination of psychedelia, electronic experimentation, and lyrics that might only make sense if you drank the Kool-Aid. Warning: May cause flashbacks. Enjoy!
Lyrics
The space between the hair of the dog and the cat's whiskers The cat whispers the secret of gravel in the freezer You stare at my stare, a reflection to dare Why frozen pebbles just can't compare Nine Fifty One is one for blue blood The writing on the sun shines down as you run Sun melting what was once frozen But does not reach the eggs by the dozen Online is the closest we'll be But is not enough to devour your entree A tree that has felled, But no one was there The Internet wire snapped and left us all bare Chorus: Fee Doloh rent zig in the clues Ree verse went zag on my blues Rent zig in the clues Come zag on my blues One minus one minus one minus one Until the house is empty but one Sasha's head lands right where I write Reminding me that things will be alright Grass eaten and poop extraction Rolls on the lawn as if it's distraction Wind blew sideways onto the flank I still am not sure of who do I thank Is there time for one more plate Filled with Rice Krispies and a blind date She's gone but waits by the sliding solid sand It's safe to say she does not understand Repeat Chorus
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