a song by
Tammy Kitchenette is a country and western singer from the twenty-fourth century, known as much for her eccentricity as for her obvious love of cash. Brain in a Dish was her first single, and was written primarily to annoy her flatmate. It should be noted that although Ms Kitchenette labels herself as a country and western singer, her audience do not actually consist of country and western fans (who tend to avoid her like the plague), but in fact consist primarily of teenage boys who like looking at her legs). News of Ms Kitchenette's music career arrived back at the end of the twentieth century thanks to an accident involving a space ship and a big swirly thing in space, and was stolen by Jill and some woman called Sandy Leigh who performed some of Ms Kitchenette's songs in pubs and parties around Earth. (Actually some of the above wasn't true. In actual fact, Brain in a Dish was written and performed by Sandy Leigh, additionally with Jill playing some of the keyboards. The song was written as a joke. When they performed it live, they would ask the audience, "Does anyone here like country and western?" and hope to hell the answer was no.) So here, for your amuzement, is the song itself. The lyrics are reproduced below. (Please do not download if you are a country and western fan.) Brain in a Dish by Tammy Kitchenette - MP3 (2.8Mb) This music
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Words and music by Sandy Leigh, © 1998
Oh wouldnt you like
to be thinking forever,
Regardless of whether in body or soul?
Id say that Ive had a divine revelation
Of pure cogitation in a nice pyrex bowl.
(Chorus)
Oh Lord, I wish I was a brain in a dish.
In addition to this there is nothing I need:
Just sloshing about in a bowl with a spout
Where you pour in the stout. What a fine life indeed.
Well I dont like to run and I never liked walking
And listening is fine if youre doing the talking.
If I lived in a bowl I could spend my life thinking
And if you pour in Guinness Id spend my life drinking.
(Repeat Chorus)
No housework to do, and no jobs to deliver.
No liver, no bladder, no stomach to feed,
With you to take care of my terminal station.
My interpretation of heaven indeed.
(Repeat Chorus Twice)