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So, let’s try this again.
No, I’m not referring to squrimy creatures with attitude. I’m talking about Arrogant Worms, a Canadian musical trio that entertain one and all with their wonderful songs.
We picked up their newest album, Beige tonight while we were out looking for a remote control for the camera and when we got a DVD recorder. We also got an Annie Lennox album, one from The New Pornographers and Boy got a new Rammstein album.
Here’s a song for all the vegetarians out there:
Carrot Juice Is Murder
Listen up brothers and sisters, come hear my desperate tale. I speak of our friends of nature, trapped in the dirt like a jail.
Vegetables live in oppression, served on our tables each night. This killing of veggies is madness, I say we take up the fight.
Salads are only for murderers, coleslaw’s a fascist regime. Don’t think that they don’t have feelings, just cause a radish can’t scream.
Chorus: I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream) Watching their skins being peeled (having their insides revealed) Grated and steamed with no mercy (burning off calories) How do you think that feels (bet it hurts really bad) Carrot juice constitutes murder (and that’s a real crime) Greenhouses prisons for slaves (let my vegetables go) It’s time to stop all this gardening (it’s dirty as hell) Let’s call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery, so I beat him black and blue. If he ever touches a sprout again, I’ll bite him clean in two.
I’m a political prisoner, trapped in a windowless cage. Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips by killing five men in a rage
I told the judge when he sentenced me, This is my finest hour, I’d kill those farmers again just to save one more cauliflower
Chorus How low as people do we dare to stoop, Making young broccolis bleed in the soup? Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes Let potted plants free, don’t mash that potato!
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables (scream, scream, scream) Watching their skins being peeled (fates in the stir-fry are sealed) Grated and steamed with no mercy (you fat gourmet slob) How do you think that feels? (leave them out in the field) Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8′s genocide) Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves) It’s time to stop all this gardening (take up macramé) Let’s call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade…..