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This song was born out of watching a doco on evolution or deep time kind of planetary long-view stuff one night. There was a whole section on the era of the dinosaurs and the extinction event (in Chicxulub, Yucatan/Mexico - I seriously have to go there in my lifetime) that is commonly believed to have broadly triggered/ended their dominant presence on Earth. Other theories abound too of course, it’s an early proto-Wuhan event for scientists to scratch their heads over forever…
It kinda made me sad watching it because I felt this enormous nostalgia for the scaly buggers: every kid at some point (surely?) goes through a fascination with dinosaurs (at least for a moment), they’re so real and present in our living culture, and we can see skeletons of them in museums, and learn to name them all, they’re our true dragons, but they’re all also just gone, vanished, erased, absent. And at some point too all that young and open wonder fades away too and we move on and grow out of - unless you’re a paleontologist or such - these silly things and we usually don’t care for them any more except as the bad dudes in a Jurassic Park instalment once in a while.
So, it’s less a song about needing more dinosaurs or retrieving them somehow, but more a sadness or grief about how quickly and casually we lose that curiosity, that wide-eyed infant belief and wonder in life forms so unique, vast and still lingering in the world. They’re so important for a time, and then they’re kind of just dumb. And we’ve grown up. And something dies in that too. Not just the lizards. [BH]
lyrics
I sometimes miss Triceratops
He come floating in my window
And remind me that the world
Is still a little paleo-leo
The jungles held a music
Like a green old kind of violence
And things get awful simple
In the giant cicada silence
I miss you Stegosaurus
You’re deep buried out in the rim
I’d lay you down some flowers
But tsunamis they keep stealing them
And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
I wish I was in Chixalu
On the day they sent you under
Now we’re digging to remember
One day pull you up to the blue
Don’t look over your shoulder
The salt will not become ya
Or the crystal or the carbon
But you may as well be useful
And we’re dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
And dear old Di-Diplodocus
Come lean into my dreams
On the night the early caveat
And the Earth the first offender
And I miss you Stegosaurus
You’re deep buried out in the rim
I’d lay you down some flowers
But Tsunamis they keep stealing them
And we’re Dig dig dig dig dig dig
Digging at the millions
Aeons down
66 to go
supported by 7 fans who also own “The Day the Dinosaurs Died”
Love the metal tracks on this album, but also lots of other sonic explorations. Static electricity, East West Link also fantastic. Thanks to KGLW for this! Michael B
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