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Why aren't there more songs about lobsters?

Groucho

Wrapped in plastic
:confused:

Rock Lobster

What's that coming over the hill, is it a lobster, is it a lobster?

I can see clearly now the rain has gone, I can see all lobstercles in my way

Why aren't there more songs about lobsters, and crustaceans generally? Hasn't anyone ever written a song about a woodlouse?

Erik Satie did compose Desiccated embryo of an Edriophthalma (A group of Crustacea in which the eyes are without stalks), but apart from the great Satie, crustaceans have been badly neglected by the song writing community.

Anyone know any good poems about crabs?
 
haylz said:
Im sure the cult have a song with the title lobster something or its in their lyrics somewhere:confused:

"...Plastic fantastic lobster telephone..."

It's a Dali reference.

The Sugarcubes Regina: "hex and bitch deserves lobster and fame"
 
Has anyone set Lewis Carrol's "Lobster-Quadrille" to music ?


"WILL you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

http://www.theotherpages.org/poems/carrol01.html
 
Yossarian said:
Maybe you're thinking of the Blue Lobster Cult?


The Cult Aphrodisiac Jacket lyrics

Ow, ow, ow
Sittin' on a mountain, looking at the sun
Plastic fantastic lobster telephone
Drive on baby, through the electric night
All the way sister, in the taxi of life
Cookin' in the kitchen, insects on the bone
Hazy, lazy, dream world drippin' on
Waitin' for a time bomb, yeah, tick tick tick away
Somethin' on the radio, yeah yeah, drip drip drip all day, yeah
Drive on baby, through the electric night
All the way sister, in the taxi of light
The sunshine glows, but nobody knows
The nighttime's gone, keep drivin' on, yeah
Aphrodisiac jacket
Napoleon machine gun
Livin' on a subway, yeah yeah
From dusk till dawn, yeah
Push baby, push, push, push, yeah...
Sittin' on a mountain, we're looking at the sun
Plastic fantastic lobster telephone, yeah
Drive on baby, through the electric night
All the way sister, in the taxi of light
The sunshine glows, but nobody knows
The nighttime's gone, keep drivin' on

The Cult Aphrodisiac Jacket lyrics
 
THE LOBSTER SONG
Melody—The Chisholm Trail

"Oh, mister fisherman, home from the sea,
Have you got a lobster you will sell to me?"

Chorus: Singing ai-tiddly-ai, shit or bust,
Never let your bullocks dangle in the dust.

"Yes sir, yes sir, I have three,
And the biggest of the bastards I will sell to thee."

So I took the lobster home, but I couldn't find a dish,
So I put the fucking lobster where the missus has a piss.

In the middle of the night, as you well know,
The missus got up to have a heave ho.

Well, first there came a groan, and then there came a grunt,
And the bloody lobster grabbed her by the cunt.

The missus grabbed the brush, and I grabbed the broom,
And we chased the fucking lobster round and round the room.

We hit it on the head, we hit it on the side,
We hit that fucking lobster till the bastard died.

Oh, the story has a moral, and this is it,
Always have a look before you take a shit.


That's the end of my story, there isn't any more,
There's an apple up my asshole, and you can have the core.


Maybe this song put everyone else off writing songs about lobsters...
 
Googling "lobster lyrics -B-52s"

yields a Fairport Convention song :-

Like a lobster I can swim

And can grow another limb

Where a powerless stump you saw

I have grown a powerful claw


When you'd thought me safely drowned

In the depths I swim around

Dither when you do descend

With my claw I'll tear you, friend
 
Yossarian, I think you'll find the choon was 'Hey Mister Dream Seller- 1971 Lindisfarne. Please disengage umbilical cord.

Lobsters, in my view have been sorely under-represented as decapod crustacia go, I'll have you know, and that's not all, for after the trawl, when the catch is landed, who get's eaten with Sancerre, having been de-sanded?

An un-plumbed lyric mine. Trust me.
 
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And who could forget Juanita the Spanish Lobster!
 
Re Crabs.

It's only speculation, but could Morrissey have had this in mind when he sang
"You gave me something I won't forget too soon"?
 
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