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CLAWS AND DIRTY FLUID
Written & performed by the company
Directed by the directing team
Under our own influence
Two measures of drum beats, in 4, then two more measures with sounds
Verse 1
Predators
We can be sadistic/ We can be superficial
We can be ignorant/ With a different sense of humor
Funny names are funnier/ Peep is a four letter word
We love unanswered questions/ Doesn't make it right
One measure of drum beats, sounds continuing
Verse 2
Prey
The animals are centered around it/ It quenches the thirst of thousands
These muscles are made for swimming/ All graceful and instinctive (but)
Those big eggs really scare us/ No one knows just what they are (sounds cease)
The freezing waters nearly kill us/ And we are destined to be food
One measure of drum beats, with no sounds
Verse 3
Predators
It makes like a different story/ Thanks to the public schools (sounds begin again)
It puts them in their place/ The story is misnamed
Prey
These people are like sand/ They come out of nowhere
They don't get metaphors/ It's really hot in here
Predators
Sends a horrible message/ It's not a dominant fact
Tastes odd, can be dirty/ What is a metaphor for?
Predators' Chorus
We are the story tellers/ This is our favorite part
Uncontrollable stockings claws/ smells like fish, stabs like a knife
It's rhythmically pleasing/ and there's good alliteration (and)
It takes all the animals/ and puts them in their place Yes
We are the story tellers/ We are full of imperfections
We love claws and dirty fluid/ Well fried and filled with paste
One measure of drum beats, with sounds continuing
Verse 4
Prey
Kill me majestic creatures
Predators
Because it was simple/ Because it still stood
Because it sheltered/ Because it was striking
Ugly finds his place in life/ Killed by his own kind
Predators' Chorus
We are the story tellers/ This is our favorite part
Uncontrollable stockings claws/ smells like fish, stabs like a knife
It's rhythmically pleasing/ and there's good alliteration (and)
It takes all the animals/ and puts them in their place Yes
We are the story tellers/ We are full of imperfections
We love claws and dirty fluid/ Well fried and filled with paste
We are the story tellers/ This is our favorite part
Uncontrollable stockings claws/ smells like fish, stabs like a knife
It's rhythmically pleasing/ and there's good alliteration (and)
Prey
These people are like sand/ They come out of nowhere.
Predators -- Yes
We are the story tellers/ We are full of imperfections
We love claws and dirty fluid/ Well fried and filled with paste
One measure of drum beats, with no sounds
Prey's chant
We can't throw it in/ We're not the last to hatch
We're not half the world/ We're the already exiled
We only slip on ice/ We can't admit the truth
The eel heads and the cat claws/ And we are afraid of drowning
One measure of drum beats, with sounds beginning again
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Predators We are the story tellers/ This is our favorite part Uncontrollable stockings claws/ smells like fish, stabs like a knife It's rhythmically pleasing/ and there's good alliteration Prey Predators -- Yes Sounds stop, except cries from witnesses |
Prey's chant We can't throw it in/ We're not the last to hatch We're not half the world/ We're the already exiled We only slip on ice/ We can't admit the truth The eel heads and the cat claws/ And we are afraid of drowning We can't throw it in/ We're not the last to hatch We're not half the world/ We're the already exiled We only slip on ice/ We can't admit the truth We only slip on ice/ We can't admit the truth The eel heads and the cat claws/ And we are afraid of drowning We only slip on ice/ We can't admit the truth One measure of drum beats, no sound One measure of drum beats, sounds begin again and then end abruptly on last beat |
