Bonfire of the Inanities - Austin Lounge Lizards



     
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Bonfire of the Inanities Lyrics


(Conrad Deisler/Hank Card)
We rented a convertible in San Bernadino
We were driving for driving's sake
Across the tortured waterless mountains
Through the moonscape of Mono Lake
The lights of earth had faded behind
The stars were fat and sleek
The universe seemed enormous
So how could we be unique?
We scanned the voids for humanoids
And an answer to the question "Why?"
Carramba! What were we thinking?
Cause we were borning to die!
To the aliens above we are just tiny anys
They could crush with their giant feet
They could smash our car and mash us into
A little bit of hamburger meat
So let the wind blow through your head

Your thoughts don't matter anyway
We're insignificant, baby
And we're all gonna fade away
We only stopped in Reno for a very short time
But the lights were way too bright
We got tired of spending our winnings
And went spinning out into the night
In the desert we saw this giant man
Exploding like the Fourth of July
Slowly we turned to say "hello"
When he vaporized into the sky
We're feeling like a bunch of hothouse tomatoes
Riding in a bubble-pack box
With nothing between us and a big hungry worm
But this canvas roof and the push button locks
To the aliens above we are just tiny anys
They could crush with their giant feet
They could smash our car and mash us into
A little bit of hamburger meat
And then someday the whole planet'll blow
And we're all gonna suffocate
We're insignificant, baby
And we just think it's great
Insignificant
Get it over
Cut our taxes
Make it so
Marfa Lights
Can't get no
Where's our luggage?
Just say thanks
That oughta do it

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
They look like a bluegrass string quintet wearing hawaiian shirts. Indeed, it's a fitting look. The music is difficult to describe with elements of folk rock, country, and bluegrass blended with just about enything.

The music is marked by multi-part vocal harmonies and intricate picking lines, but they are most well known for their satirical lyrics and will lampoon anyone or anything. Subjects range from the big political targets like Gingrich and Reagan to unknown cactus pluggers and from obscure locales like the Chester Nimitz Oriental garden in Fredericksburg, Texas to entire genres as in The Grunge Song.

Founded when songwriting pals Hank Card and Conrad Deisler met up with Tom Pittman at the University of Texas in Austin, the group was soon joined by bassist Boo Resnick of Detroit. Card most often leads the vocals, but Diesler, Pittman, and Resnick carry their share of the load, particularly on songs they each penned. Card and Diesler play guitar while Pittman splits his time between pedal steel guitar, banjo, and dobro. The role of fiddle player has had some turnover in the past decade, and is now occupied by German hip-hop afficianado Korey Simeone who will also pick up a Mandolin on occasion. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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