Cramps

“I feel like a frog in a science experiment”
Written at Janet’s Cabin (CO) in intense pain while my friends laughed at my St. Vitus dance. An occupational hazard after a day of huge physical exertion, cramps can become public performance art in the cozy communal living room of a small hut. I didn’t know about pickles for cramps when I wrote the song. I should add a new verse.

Barry Oreck – vocal, guitar

Adam Armstrong – bass

Jesse Miller – mandolin, vocal

Rima Fand — violin, vocal

Originally released on How The Bright Earth Spun (2018 CD)

  • Cramps
    by Barry Oreck

    Cramps,
    I’m dancing all over like gramps
    Screamin bloody murder, no thanks
    There’s nothing you can do for me
    Its nothing but misery, It’s Cramps

     Sitting on the couch as relaxed as can be
    When a giant contraction grabs a hold of me
    Grabs my leg so hard it has me in a vice
    Now I’m twisted like a pretzel and it don’t feel nice 

    Chorus

     Skiing all day and my body feels great
    Eating lots of food, not forgetting to hydrate
    So when it came on I was totally surprised
    Now I’m writhin’ on the floor with tears in my eyes

     Chorus

     You can eat all your bananas and a double dose of salt
    But it doesn’t do a thing to bring this monster to a halt
    It could start out in your toe and make a quick accent
    Till you feel like a frog in a science experiment

     Oh my calf, you might even laugh
    Oh my thigh, this one’s really no lie
    Oh my foot, I’d stretch it if I could
    But its a pain that has no end
    Twistin’ parts not meant to bend
    Not a state I’d recommend
    Its Cramps