This song, strangely, is one that people really remember...especially those who have heard it live. I've had folks come up to me, years later, to say, "Hey, aren't you the guy who plays that dinosaur song?!"

Yep, guess that's me....

So, my sister, who works in a natural history museum and knows about these things, tells me that the Brontosaurus doesn't even exist. The dinosaur we've been calling the Brontosaurus all these years was actually named the "Apotosaurus" a long time ago. How sad...first they were extinct, and now they don't even exist!

Well, since there are no known dinosaurs today, this song's a metaphor. But, for what? Well, that's up to you....I'd hate to pin it down too much.

But maybe it's about blaming others for everything you think is wrong with the world. Or, perhaps it's about people with old, outdated ideas who fight those who dream of a different future. Or, maybe it's about neither of these things, as far as you're concerned.

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My little girl just loves this big purple dinosaur on television. It's as if this dinosaur is God, or something very close. I've puzzled over this fascination with a purple dinosaur, particularly in our time. Why? The pessimist in me worries this: Perhaps it's some Jungian, archtypal(almost genetic) hope that --thousands of years hence, when cockroaches rule the world-- one of our species might still be able to communicate with them.

(Exclusive Online Scoop: there is an unrecorded "verse three" that is supposed to go inbetween the two on the recorded album version. But it just made the song too long for the CD. However, ask me nice when you hear me live, and I just might throw it in for free!)