hungry hungry hippos

play	song name	time	chart
	krazy legs	3:23	pdf
	mister e	3:12	pdf
	nomar	4:22	pdf
	substance d	5:04		*
	the tree	5:57	pdf	*
	r u a bus	3:29	pdf
	rabbits	3:33	pdf
	sobriety test	5:22	pdf	*
	tunnel vision	7:58	pdf	*
	drenkahn	4:39	pdf	*
	templars	4:21	pdf	*
	hungry hungry hippos	5:17	pdf

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credits

Tom Zicarelli - piano
Nat Mugavero - drums
John Funkhouser - bass
Phil Grenadier - trumpet*

Peter Kontrimas - recording engineer
Tom Zicarelli - mixing engineer, cover photography

All songs composed by Tom Zicarelli

liner notes

"What? Why I wear the clock around my neck? Because time is the most important element in our lifetime and we can’t afford to waste it. That’s right. You have to take advantage of every second you have to live because seconds ain't promised to us. The only thing that’s promised to us is death. So while we living, hey why not enjoy the time that we got. You know what I mean? And that’s why I wear that clock around my neck." - Flava Flav 2008

Pre-punk. Monk-funk. Elroy Hirsch. Krazy legs. 2006. The anthem of a generation. Zero Kidz. What’s it like to grow up post happy-meal, Hundai, transformers, pods, virtual pets, Instant message, 800 mhz. digital trunking, no child left behind, Playstation, substation, everything condoms, empty churches, empty ball fields, empty souls, empty gas tanks, deaf from earpods, flying off the halfpipe, hurtling toward the sun, 8 mile, white smile, daddy Bush, baby Bush, Laura Bush, burning bush, rave drugs, prayer rugs, Jay Z, krazy?, dial 911, press “1” for English. speak directly to the pope. Freestyle or Twyla Tharp. Your call. Overalls, tap shoes, hip hop clock. Flag day.

Mister E? - "Everybody gotta have that one drunken uncle in the family…oh, boy!" - Flava Flav

Nomar, Nomar, swingin' at balls for a slam
Nomar, Nomar, slidin' back home to the Hamm.

Hard rain. Two hours. One of the wiper blades is ripped and doesn’t clear anymore. Big scary trucks. Substance D. Home is back where we started. Didn’t sleep good. Coffee hurts now. Driving too fast, but we don’t know that. Suddenly we’re someplace else. Run back and forth the length of the cage, arms outstretched, like gazelles. Mime a fistfight for the piano solo. More gazelles. That’s John singing. Its in the original score. We rehearsed a few minutes. Nobody liked it. It doesn’t matter how you make them stop fighting. Novemeber. Caffeine, filter cigarettes. Bowling shirt. Wing tips.

r u a buS? (alternate title: Driving to Africa.) The plan was to get in a Subaru (rev: u r a buS) and six months later, show up in Africa. Problem: the ocean. Ferries? Somehow defeats the intent – like scams where you walk around the world, but only on land. Jesus knew better. Amphibious cars? Close the doors. Bering Strait? Asia. Call AAA for a trip plan. Gas stations? Mongolia? Its harder to write the chart than to play it. The melody is piano tricks. Guitar players do it. So you run your fingers up and down the keys as fast as possible and make it into a song. Warmth? r u kidding?. Back to Jesus. He wasn't exactly crucified pain-free (like Tookie Williams) Arms in the air, anarchy, acrobat, Alvin Ailey, antimatter, What to wear: not black. All not black, with not blue bandanna. And not Zip boots. The movie: Driving to Africa, starring Wayne Warren. Carjacking, beatings, no money. Amphibious vehicle. No English. No food. Tragedy in Bangalore. Vision of Mary. Riots at the finish line. Product endorsements. Girls in hoods. Clean and sober. When to listen? Once right now, then never again.

You may be thinking 'Rabbits' is about speed multiplication? Here's Flav's explanation: "All coasts-es are the best coasts because all coasts are connected. There’s no coast separate from the other coast. The east coast is connected to the west coast which is connected to the south coast which is connected to the north coast. There’s no coasts that’s split up man I don’t care what nobody says its all universal love, man."

Wobbling, falling, using your arms for balance, starting before the instructions are finished, swaying, hopping, putting your foot down. There are many ways to fail a sobriety test.

"It's a race, it's a chase, hurry up and feed their face!
Who will win? No one knows! Feed the hungry hip-ip-pos!
Hungry hungry hippos! (open up and there it goes!)"

"Music is the first hand that ever fed me." - Flava Flav

photographs by Rebecca Zicarelli