"Paper Huts" genre: Alternative General
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	As with all TBTMS this was written acoustically and elevated appropriately to meet the mood we wished to convey. It is a searing song of highs and lows, laid back at times and peaked at a point of urgency expressed by the songs main character
	CD: The Ep   Label: Home Recorded Culture Credits: Recorded at the Laundryroom in Seattle
	Story Behind the Song This is a satirical and fictious report to a political superior from a frustrated source who has been given the daunting task of taming savages through the introduction of the commodities of civilization. Everyone knows Kurtz from Hearts of Darkness. This is a small slice of the vastly important themes delivered in that book and its reoccuring pertinence today where the savages still represent the unknown as the poor or the underclassed be it in the ghettos or the rural outbacks. They may be represented as fringe dwellers or the outdated haircuts that stand in lottery lines. Lyrics Greetings from the jungle Kurtz they're blowing up the Episcopal church and I'm still praying to monkeys and dogs and fish Gilled bottom dwellers coaxed from the muck of this island harbor where I've been stuck doing viral battle with the dysentary bug Is nothing sacred anymore? Well the free sample wrappers littered the floor and they queued out the front of the general store They tried to barter chips and pop for beads and shells By the time you get to know some clerk well they'll fire off the thick headed jerk for conspiring against the commerce of a cold hard cash It's hard not to laugh We puncture puffy clouds with wooden stakes We call it real estate for sale We tear the walls out of a paper hut With the clumsy wagging of our tail We're launching manowars of six pack rings We're only civil as our props This glass roof that hides our heads I see our shelter cracking up Greetings from the jungle Kurtz the surrender towel the tossed in shirt The mellowed hush of the election approach Yes sir no sir I don't know sir my committment to your incumbent vote sir is prioritized within my trembling throat But they're beating their chests and they're swinging from the trees well the muffled our pilot and the bound his feet the mail service is more compicated then their math It's hard not to laugh When they're at the flaps of your tent And this candlelight rant Is a hopeful transmission Folded and licked and stamped

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