The Alien, the Sheep and Stanley Kubrick
The
trouble started last Saturday morning
the
cock sang and the sun sprang up
I
could tell it was an odd day coming
saw
a barn cat chasing three doggies
nobodies
playing in sunken tooth meadow
the
air somehow doesn't smell so sweet
I
looked up and the sky was changing color
barely
noticed that the ground threw up my feet
I
couldn't help but sneeze when I saw the aliens
Please
don't probe me I’m sheep
I'm
just somebody's creep
and
I'm sure that I'm in it too deep but you’ve got to believe me
The
little shiny-toothed bullem headed being
took
me by the hand and led me on
he
didn't have a universal translator
or
maybe he just didn't want to speak
I
didn't have a choice so I just followed
Wiped
my sleeve across my sweaty head
there
must have been 300 different creatures
just
waking up and getting out of bed
I'm
hoping they’ve been fed
and
I can't help but think I said
Please
don't probe me I’m sheep
I'm
just somebody's creep
and
I'm sure that I'm in it too deep but you’ve got to believe me
Oh
then a silver screen came down and they played me a movie
it
was “Dr. Strangelove or how I learned to stop worrying and love the bomb”
and
just then it was clear to me
What
the aliens were looking for this morning
was
an opinion that was new and fresh
never
thought of old me as a critic but you know I tried to do my best
cinematography
is very important Kubrick tried to sway from common clichés
but
you know you have to use your best judgment
and
don't base it all on special effects
I
couldn't help but preach
and
they didn't seem to like that but
Please
don't probe me I’m sheep
I'm
just somebody's creep
and
I'm sure that I'm in it too deep but you’ve got to believe me
Music and Lyrics written by T. Randolph Scott