A small New England town finds itself unable to eliminate the tentacled terror that lurks deep beneath its basements and sewers.
I wanted to make a song with a few of the instruments I rarely use, like the reed organ and toy piano. I thought about coming up with lyrics, but my hangover makes my brain feel ... not working so good. So I threw in some kazoo instead. Enjoy!
So, anyway, this song is based on a quote in this article. Twas made in the past hour and a half, upon the inspiration of cortex's breaking-news-story related songs. And it's short as hell. Which is somewhat oxymoronical, depending on your viewpoint of such things.
A week or so ago I embarked upon a thorough kitchen cleaning in a seemingly failed attempt to dissuade the cockroaches from continuing to live in it. Without paying rent. Whatever I used to clean the wooden cabinets, and I don't quite recall what it was, was also, I discovered, removing the varnish as well. And that is what this song is about. And it's (almost entirely) a capella.