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Bottom Feeder (Babe!)
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A guitar-driven item complimented by tasty 60's analog tidbits. Lonnie Napier provides his signature guitar work.
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If the Beatles, Pink Floyd, and the Eels made a baby, they would name it Phanta Morgana, and it would be the most popular kid in school. Thanks for a great albu
Lonely Llama Music was so named because I frequently work alone. Not because I'm an unfriendly sort, but because my closest neighbors are deer, bears and such. I wear lots of hats on my projects: Producer, Writer, Engineer, O yeah-Musician, Publicist. This does carry the significant benefit of allowing one to work in one's underwear at 0300. I do, however, depend on good friends like Craig Bartock who Co-Produced and displayed his considerable performance talent on "Phanta Morgana", to supply me with the necessary reality checks...sometimes (infrequently, but on occasion), a bagpipe is just uncalled for.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,658
Peak in subgenre #143
Author
Ken Dixon
Rights
2005
Uploaded
March 01, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.0 MB 192 kbps 4:24
Story behind the song
What if you looked into the dark and saw yourself staring back? What then?
Lyrics
Bottom feeder (Babe!) I'm a bottom feeder, Babe! I take what rolls downhill. I ain't askin' for the brass ring to fall; I don't think it ever will. Looking up at the sunlight hurts my beady little eyes. So I'll stay down low and, Hey!, who knows?... I might peck out your eyes. I'm no social climber. A work-out makes me mean. I will pick up the crumbs that fall from your plate. Bide my time. Sit here and wait with a beer. Sooner or later what's left of you sinks down here! I ain't got no aspirations. I never saw the sense. The deck is stacked against me. I was born inside a fence. The word is I'm a low-life. You ladies think I'm dirt. But I always have the last laugh...looking up your skirts. I'm no social climber. The work-out makes me mean. I will pick up the crumbs that fall from your plate. Bide my time. Sit here and wait with a beer. Sooner or later what's left of you sinks down here! Words and Music by Ken Dixon Lonely Llama Music BMI
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