Carp Song
| you caups tuns au aftanoons to gold sun go down we one day old you jump three hour onna shore den swim away no guts no more you slow you wait an steal au line when we not lookin all the time we laugh an talk an scwatch au ass an tell the boats we catchin bass dem yanks dey think you rotten food but dey ain’t had you baubicued dey twist dey face an hole dey nose an ack like we was cwazy joes but yugoslavs for you dey say dey ain’t no price too high to pay but we gets tickets where we pauk an we builds fires afta dauk we swims where its agins the law an eats au fwozen hot dogs raw an dey don wan us back no more the cops dey love my fren Ihor aw dem trees we cauved is fallin down an more an more we not aroun the lake she takin down the shore an you caups look like a dinosaur but you tuhns au aftanoons to gold heh sun go down we one day old |
Goes back to june fishing in Kent Lake growing up in
southeastern Michigan.
They'd flop in the trunk all the thirty miles back to Detroit,
we'd keep 'em alive in the bathtub till dinner time, not
necessarily the same day.
If you were a northern anglo, carp were garbage fish; if you
were almost anybody else, they were gold.
The song's dialect is taken from one of our fishing buddies,
a french armenian who would call them caups.
A version of this song was recorded live in the KUNM studio
by Mark Weber, and appears on Albuzerxque Vol. 13, put
out by ZERX records.
southeastern Michigan.
They'd flop in the trunk all the thirty miles back to Detroit,
we'd keep 'em alive in the bathtub till dinner time, not
necessarily the same day.
If you were a northern anglo, carp were garbage fish; if you
were almost anybody else, they were gold.
The song's dialect is taken from one of our fishing buddies,
a french armenian who would call them caups.
A version of this song was recorded live in the KUNM studio
by Mark Weber, and appears on Albuzerxque Vol. 13, put
out by ZERX records.
(c) Mitch Rayes