E.G. Phillips
The Octopus Song
The Octopus Song
Credits:
vocals - E.G. Phillips tenor sax - Daniel Casares muted trumpet - Rich Armstrong piano - Kevin Seal guitar - Jeffrey Burr upright bass - Paul Eastburn percussion - Chris McGrew 
Recorded at Wally's HydeOut, Hyde Street Studio C
in San Francisco, Sept 5th-8th, 10th and Oct 3rd 2021 Recording Engineers: Desmond Shea, Liam Craddock Mixed by Chris McGrew Mastered by Gary Hobish, A. Hammer Mastering Produced by Chris McGrew Artwork by Mario M. Noche Written by E.G. Phillips (ASCAP) (c) 2021 Ducks With Pants Music |
Lyrics:
From your point of view it must be a wonder I somehow manage to survive I don’t have suckers and I can’t change color To instantly don a disguise Perhaps this ancient is notion not so absurd You’re not from the ocean But a much older universe You slipped through the cracks between worlds Now you cannot return You’re an alien from an alternate Earth You’re a curious one, you have your moods, You’ve got real personality You’ll swim up ’n greet us when we open your tank Or you’ll squirt at me Perhaps this ancient is notion not so absurd You’re not from the ocean But a much older universe You slipped through the cracks between worlds Now you cannot return You’re an alien from an alternate Earth Does consciousness arise from a series of parallel But independent processes? Constructed in the moment it’s a useful delusion If not a disease One we are cured of once our minds drift off Into the oblivious sea? As for sleights of hand and multi-tasking You’ve got the humans all beat With one arm you stole the fish bucket And occupied us with another three Perhaps this ancient is notion not so absurd You’re not from the ocean But a much older universe You slipped through the cracks between worlds Now you cannot return You’re an alien from an alternate Earth We’ve built an environment that’s more suited for you Than it is for us This infinite division of our attention is not something To which I’ll adjust If you grind the gems of paradise They become worthless dust I once captained a ship now I’m playing for tips In the lobby of a posh hotel I’m the wallpaper; I’m the jukebox I’m also the wishing well Perhaps this flight of fancy is not so absurd I’ve gone and slipped through the cracks From another universe I’ve slipped through the cracks between worlds And I cannot return I’m an alien from an alternate Earth |