In case you don’t know, I recently released an album (of actual songs) named Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 1, based on the nowhere-town adventures of amateur songwriter William Griffin, his blind love interest Claire Javernick, and his best friend the sentient triceratops Lorenzo (no last name), back when they were 12-14 years old. You can download that album here.

I’m slowly “remastering” the songs belonging to the second album in order to release it, but I came up with another song for the third volume. It’s titled “Meat Man.” The considerably more reflective sequel to the first volume’s “I’m Cactus.”

Lyrics below:

My cactus died weeks ago,
But I’m trying hard
To wake it up with words,
Wake it up with songs,
Wake it up with violence,
Wake it up with raw meat.

There’s no waking a dead cactus.

The silence is almost ominous.
I should get myself a pet bird.
I’ll sing it the words I couldn’t speak,
And all the songs I never wrote.

Look at me, birdie,
And tell me what you see.
Am I a human being,
Or a pile of shit?