Shrimp Plate Conspiracy

Spazsquatch

Track #4 of the #punk #conceptalbum told through the lens of cult #film. I’m not sure the connections between the songs will be apparent until you can take in everything, but they are they.

This one is FAWM ready, but it has some arrangement issues. Key among them is that my performance isn’t dynamic enough. The show goes on.

[VERSE]
Rolling through viscera of a sleeping city
Bathed in the moonlight of it’s L.E.D.
Out for a drive with no particular destination in mind.

Growl in the belly has me looking for options
A little bite of something for my basic needs
A corporate chain that’s open late seems like a find.

[PRE]
Hit the drive-thru
Scan the screen
One thousand options
All the same
Nothing looks
To satisfy
“Are you ready to order?”
I reply

[CHORUS]
(I’ll have the)
Shrimp plate conspiracy
A side of hidden market strings
A large scoop of coincidence
poured over everything
Wasn’t really what I wanted
But those were all options
I had to choose from what was picked for me

[HOOK]
Maybe not entirely what I had in mind
But can’t imagine what more I could desire.

[VERSE]
Outside of the designated living hours
Watching while the world restocks up it’s power
No intent just content to coast through this moment.

Cruiser in a shadow pulls me from my lull
As the night light fights with a strobing purple
A gentleman, with steely grin checks the firearm on his hip

[PRE]
Pulled to the side
Contemplate
What infraction
I went and did
Hand over
My identity
“Know why I pulled you over?”
I reply

[CHORUS]
(might be the)
Shrimp Plate Conspiracy
I failed to yield to market strings
Blew right through coincidence
poured over everything
I might have signaled an intention
Then drove right past the entrance
Wondering if an unknown option worked for me

[HOOK]
Told to play it straight with longings
or next time there’d be more than a warning

[BRIDGE]
A patch of dark for tonights home, drive too much the less you know
That onslaught of attention grabbing, narrows down imagination
Fog of sleep, stole my conscious, dreamt something ridiculous
An alien travelling space and time, connecting dots of this design

Said what’s really going on most people can not see…

[CHORUS]
Shrimp Plate Conspiracy
perception shaped by market strings
Transparent hands polishing
the necessitated everything
Desire any options
That serves the masters wanting
Then thank them for the opportunities

[HOOK]
Anything else is just a fantasy