Blob Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[A]In a land pretty nearby, not so far away,
not so long ago, a kind of flat, boring land,
lots of parking lots and shopping malls and people staring into space,
and men trying
not to cry, women trying not to buy too many things,
but failing, and the men crying when
they got their credit card bills.
There lived a culture that would eat itself and throw
the leftovers to third world countries,
This culture was called the blob.
Like most blobs, this culture was slow and sluggish
and would consume anything in its path.
If you fitted a vibrant culture, it would excrete a pale,
watered -down version,
feeding the blob a bongo
drum player.
For example, the blob would gurgle
and make some gross noises,
and out the other end would come a pale man
with a thin mustache and a bowl haircut
And a turtleneck and a bongo drum
wanted restoration hardware
And you would be playing the worst, worst,
worst drum pattern you ever heard
And for those spiritually minded,
the blob proved especially frustrating
In one end goes the
Bible out, the other end
comes a megachurch
And so those spiritually minded
had to break from the blob
So as to see the beauty of life
and the wonders of the infinite
On occasion, those seeking to escape the blob merely change their location,
forgetting that
to truly escape the blob,
one must go inwards.
These people were called spiritual tourists,
and they wore all the right clothes and said
all the right words,
but inside their hearts they hadn't changed a bit.
This is the story of three such spiritual tourists,
named
Agitated
Larry,
Stagnant
Stan,
and
Gary happy.