Wednesday, January 23, 2008

235 : 12/1/98 : Assault of the Die-Hard Land Crabs

Up out of the ocean out on land
No more slow evolution in dribs and drabs
Ain’t got no opposable thumb, ain’t got no hand
It’s the assault of the die-hard land crabs
The earth prepared a defense in advance
held for the moment of ultimate decay
nothing’s been left up to chance
This is the hour this is the day
In the fathomless caves of trenches deep
Terrible pressure in hollows no human eye has seen
Some fearsome armored thing is waking from it’s sleep
Some kind of horribly perfect killing machine
They’re die-hard, they’re not designed to stop
They've got a job and mean to do it
Watch them rising to the top
Watch them getting right down to it
Deep in the night while you’re peaceful drifting
Wondering what tomorrow will bring
Somewhere sunny they’re already sifting
through the debris of what’s left of our thing

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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