One of my favorite bands of all time is the band “everybodyduck.” They have (usually) fun, bouncy songs with masterful musician, and insightful, often witty, lyrics. Recently, I lucked up the web site of their lead singer, Darin McWaters. On this site, I found they’re giving away (sort of) their music (they have a PayPal account setup for donations). As I’ve listened to some of the songs I had been unable to find locally to buy on disc, I’d run across some songs that I wanted to share with others, so I’m going to start a new “section” here, lyrics, where I’ll post the lyrics (and, in the case of everybodyduck, links to the song). So, without further ado, Doug Eats Dirt:
First, a note on these lyrics. I can’t find them anywhere on the internet, so I did my best to transcribe them as I listened to the song. There are places where I did the best I can, and others (marked ellipses) where I just had to leave it blank. Maybe Darin will see these and help me out. 🙂(I found these here. They seem to be pretty accurate, though I made a couple of tweaks below.)
This song I found pretty challenging, and I’ve though about the dirt I may be eating. Where does one draw the line between relaxation and eating dirt? When does relaxing become…negligent?
Doug is in the garden
Doug is in the garden, It’s his third time there today
With a napkin tucked under his chin, He bows his head to pray.
thank you’s said he turns his full attention to the soft brown clay
and Starts to scoop fistfuls of dirt into his mouth.
Well his family, quite perplexed, have done all they can think to do
No plate of decent food distracts Doug from the soil he’s partial to
And he otherwise seems normal when his feeding times are through
Still there’s something not quite right with mud-stained teeth.
Cuz while on one hand we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something you die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.
Doug eats dirt! Lots of dirt!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner Doug only eats dirt!
Mud and clay and silt and sand, Doug just didn’t understand
That it doesn’t become good for you because it doesn’t hurt.
Sure if Doug was drinking poison there’d be much cause for alarm
But despite the brown ring round his mouth dirt can’t do Doug much harm.
So we tolerate his swallowing like pigs out on the farm
Still it doesn’t change the fact we wish he’d stop!
Cause if he’d eat healthy food not only would it help him grow
It would help improve digestion which has become rather slow.
It’s a proven fact that dirt clods make it really hard to grow
That decided would really clean him up a lot
Cuz while on one we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something you die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.
We’ve all got a choice between the bad, the neutral and the good.
Choosing death by drinking poison clearly no sane person would.
Still we don’t choose that which grows even though we know we should.
We’re satisfied with that which doesn’t hurt or help.
All these awkward minutes that don’t contradict God’s will
But not all things benefit us yet we choose do them still
And how can we ever hope to be like Jesus was until
We start refusing that which doesn’t help us grow.
Cuz while on one we’re glad that eating dirt’s not something we die from
When there’s healthy food available it just seems sort of dumb.
We eat dirt! Lots of dirt!
Breakfast, lunch and dinner we only eat dirt!
Mud and clay and silt and sand we just gotta understand
That it doesn’t become good for us because it doesn’t hurt.