This song was on the fast-track to becoming the pride o' the farm until the hard drive that stored the multi-track stems went belly-up. So we're left with this incomplete rough mix. Backup buttercup!
We’re in a time of glacial drift, an ice-age if you will
Where cheese is what it takes to please the masses down the hill
It’s slowed its roll down to a crawl, but now it threatens to freeze us all
Cheese not like when it came as a wheel, as a slice, in a can, in a ball
We’re in a time of flash mob rule, where any public group of dancing fools
Can convince the rest that cheese is cool
I know what it is you’re likely to say, “I don’t care what you think, I like it that way”
That sense of social synchronicity, The seeming spontaneity
The feeling of spiritual connectivity, The gleeful cheer,
And after the dance you can be romanced by a Kardashian in her underpants
Carry on about your cheese-wheel-chill, I’m sure your own selections will thrill you much more
We’ve got nothing better that can get you any wetter than Snookee & the Sitch on the Jersey Shore
But we take pride in our pissing on your parade, the processions of depression all the networks made
Speaking of “piss”, a new genre’s come out; a new designation leaves our nation little doubt
That I may be fucked as you can clearly see,
But at least I’m not as fucked up as these assholes on TV.
from 2 + 2 = Chicken,
released November 24, 2013
Words by Mike Watson. Music by Mike Watson, K.c. Dalton, Barney Firks, Dion Thurman.