Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything … 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs … damned humans.
Earlier this week I was searching YouTube for something from a tribute band for a show of theirs coming up here that I could use for a spot and Dylan’s “Gotta Serve Somebody” was on the YouTube page, for some reason, among all the other “Steve similar stuff” that always are, of cat and dog rescue videos, movie and show trailers, sci-fi short films, new tunes alien to me but maybe in my “like-house” of artists etc, etc. (that knowing of me is still always a little unsettling by the way)
It’s a Dylan tune I had never heard, or at least I can’t remember that I had but when I played it for a few bars I thought, well, ok, I think I might actually know this and it just happened to be right in my song wheelhouse and could definitely work for a new something if I could find a workable instrumental version.
After getting that tribute band’s spot done I did then find an instrumental version of it and, while referencing that two part Trump interview where he layed out in stark detail his plans for a new dictatorial reign, I got to workin’ …
Gonna Wanna Rule Somebody
You may be a wished dic-tator who’s scripting a dream
Of what to do in year 25 with a right’s loy-alist team
Who’r mapping out a dire plan where democracy it seems
Is no longer a real player in the grandest of red schemes
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And you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed
And you’re gonna wanna king somebody
It may be those already on the devil’s dark page
Or those forced to take new stage
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Body vessels are the targets in this new SCOTUS age
The ones who stand up try prevent women in a cage
The ones who had temerity to think body autonomy
But in this new world order legislating you’s the rage
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Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are
And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody
You’ll make women understand that they just don’t have a say
Instead monitored by state
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You may be undesirable in this grand U S of A
An invader less than human is all he will have to say
To rile up the base while he drives all you away
The military will be called upon slap down to make point’s sway
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Yeah, you’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes you are
You’re gonna wanna lord somebody
You’ll make those who just don’t belong go back to where they’re from
Yeah, you’re gonna wanna king somebody
.
You may be a pro-tester on campus wantin’ say
You hate the inhumanity that you’re seeing day by day
That you’re not an anti this that or even a pro that
You just hate women and children wearing dead pawn hats
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But they’re gonna wanna rule somebody, yes indeed
They’re gonna wanna use your naivete
To gain an in ground against hat-ted college elites
They’re gonna wanna rule somebody
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And you may be example of future disputes
To quell free-dom of speech tear it out by the roots
Teach that protest is only what they will agree
You are no patriots like Jan 6 ones who would see
That he gets chance to rule somebody, yes indeed
Gets chance for a new autocracy
That there will be no dissent that doesn’t come with intent
To help him rule somebody
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You might like use projection to describe your enemies
Accuse them of harboring fascist wills and dreams of tyranny
You’ll even claim reverse discrimination of dear whitey
You’ll say that anti-white feeling can’t happen in this great country
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And you’re gonna wanna lord somebody, yes you are
And you’re gonna wanna take us back
To a time where white man ruled
And others minded their P’s & Q’s
You’re gonna wanna white everybody
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You may call yourself disciple of the MAGA ways
Protect yourself on his good side fearful of vengeful days
You may even say that fascism’s not that bad just give it play
As we’ve heard too often now from MAGA’s praying new Trump day
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Well, you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes it’s him
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil, while the lord sits this one out
“… a very short piece of prose or flash fiction that tells a story … It can be in any genre of your choice, but it does have a limit of 144 words; an additional challenge is to hit 144 exactly. The special thing about Prosery is that we give you a complete line or two from a poem, which must be included somewhere in your story”
The line or two in this case?
“Something told the wild geese It was time to fly”
So to a little bit of fun then was my first thought, don’t know why, just was, a conversation.
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Marge & Henry Geese
“Marge, can ya high tail it please, gotta fly”
“Hold on Henry, where are the kids?”
“They’re not here, grown and flown Marge, you know that, with little geese of their own”
“You’re gonna make me cry Henry”
“Heck Marge, the only time you DON’T cry is when I DON’T bring up the kids and then you honk at me thinking I’m purposely leaving them out of flight out of mind right before you start to cry”
“But we’re running late, why? Usually we’re right there with our sense of time” Marge flapped a wingpoint towards that sign in the roost Something told the wild geese, it was time to fly
“Things are getting warmer now, gets timing tries off. Now can we go … and leave the Honk Sweet Home sign. Wanna catch up to the kids right?”
Since the end of February I have been dealing with a back issue, a really bad back issue actually, after popping it turning a doorknob at the bottom of a flight of stairs at the old apartment. I know, the simplest of things right? I mean if you’re going to pull your back it should at least be doing something cool or possibly even heroic, like lifting a car off a kid or something in a traffic accident, not just turning a fucking doorknob but multiple X-Rays revealing a fracture, a new one (yeah, this ain’t my back’s first creaky rodeo it seems) a bone density test, a couple of MRI’s and a shitload of awful nights (it hurts when I pee takes has taken on on a whole new not in college meaning now as the simple act of just standing up from out of bed has me sounding like the Troll that lives under the bridge to my upstairs neighbors I’m sure so when I do get into a position that doesn’t make me tear up in pain, at my PC desk now for example, I just stay there.
So thus me just doing some scrolling back through old stuff, one to marvel at my own brilliance hehehe and two cause my PC chair is probably the most “comfortable” spot in my feeble, fragile old man world right now.
Speaking of old then, a So Then Sunday, a re-posting of something older, in this case, a fave post of mine from back in August of 2021 about being old.
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New Cat Scratcher … Sir
(August 3, 2021)
On my way home tonight I stopped into PetSmart to see if I could find a cat scratcher that wasn’t ridiculously expensive, something I wasn’t all that confident in accomplishing. Though I have managed to trim them on occasion, it’s not the easiest of endeavors to convince Bella to let me clip her nails and they are getting a little long again as she’s clicking on the hardwood now like she’s taken up tap dancing and rehearsing a new number so I thought a new scratcher would at least help her with some nail maintenance.
I know she wants another one, a stand-up model (I do have a nice large well used wood framed one with cat scratch cardboard inside that sits flat on the floor but it’s not quite the same) as she keeps trying to also use this old one and well, a couple of short naked two by fours nailed together with a carpet top don’t really do the trick. It’s also Bella’s way I think, with the repeated attempts, to say “yo, knucklehead, human, can ya see what I’m tryin’ to do here on a couple of short naked two by fours nailed together with a carpet top?! Are ya catchin’ my fruitless cat scratchin’ drift … numbnuts?!”
She’s right, as you can see it doesn’t really have any cat scratchedyness to it anymore as almost all the rope is gone or fallen to the bottom like scratchy rope one legged shorts around its ankle. I only keep it for a couple of reasons. First is a sentimental one. It’s one of my earliest and favorite pictures of Shoesfrom when he was kitten, one of my bestest of pals who passed away 6 six years ago now, clutching onto it in its newer days to give me a stare and a sniff while we were getting to know each other and second, I keep it on the floor at the end of the bed as it’s kind of become a pretty good lean to assist for old man stand ups. You see I stand UP from my bed as I don’t have a bedframe, just my box spring and mattress on the floor (I don’t like bed frames … got’s to be proactive on possible spots for monsters underneath right?) so the assist can be welcome, but not always necessary, I’m not quite there yet in my oldness thank you, though still welcome on occasion, breathy light grunty exhales sometimes included.
Anyway, as I was looking wide raised eyebrow eyed at price tags of cat seats and cat condo’s that can also serve as scratchers on the big shelves or a few smaller ones in an aisle across from them on the regular shelves a pretty young woman passed to step into the next aisle for canned cat food, the aisle that has the Wellness Brand by the way, which is pretty good stuff and correspondingly expensive.
I found two possible scratchers but held the thought for the moment, debating 30 bucks versus 40, as the pretty young woman buying some canned food suddenly reminded me that I should do the same, even though this wasn’t my initial intent tonight, before that reminder fell out of the front of my head only to silently slide out the back. PetSmart has a few things the girls like that the grocery store doesn’t carry so I then passed her, reminder still holding noggin front, on my way a couple of aisles up to where another less expensive brand is located but, knowing that she was stocking up on the Wellness, I almost felt guilty and a bad cat dad for going with the cheaper stuff. I was even worried she’d notice disapprovingly.
After I grabbed a few cans of what, like I said, I can’t find at the grocery store (a slightly more top shelf version of this one at least to ease my new found bad cat dad guilt) I made my way back to the scratchers aisle to make a decision on that 30 versus 40 bucks but accidentally came up one aisle short (because of course I did) and stepped right into the one that the pretty young woman was standing at the end of, still, though unknowingly, shaming me as she loaded a cardboard flat with the Wellness food, and I almost bumped into her.
“Whoa, shit, sorry, wrong aisle, my bad”
“No problem” she said
Now then it occurred to me that this all could have looked as if I had done it intentionally. See a pretty young woman pass me when, suddenly, it seems I need to walk past HER and then come back again only to “accidentally” step into her aisle and almost bump into her?
Future reference. I never do anything like that intentionally, I REALLY only ever do things like that accidentally, usually too lost in my own thoughts to sidetrack them unnecessarily for that kinda stuff. Plus that whole possible thought’s attention silently sliding out the back of my head thing I mentioned earlier. In general, if I happen to note, wherever I may be, that there’s some younger woman there who, like in this case, is attractive I also then, almost immediately, note the operative word in this sentence, “younger” and that I’m most probably old enough to be her dad, a dad who would probably kick my ass at any of this whole notion of noting things. So, quick admiration and acknowledgement of pretty and I’m done with the thought. Then it’s just to possibly some accidental awkwardness.
She ended up at the checkout line in front of me and as she was getting ready to leave, bag in hand full of her good cat mom Wellness Brand food and as I was slowly putting my cat scratcher down for the cashier while holding back ever so slightly on the lesser cat food stuff being seen she looked at me and said.
“Have a good night Sir”
“You as well” I replied
Damn … and yeah … she called me “Sir” to which I had three thoughts.
1. Sigh.
2. If she did for some reason think I was actually trying to “check her out” or even hit on her and that I was a bit too old for the attempt and should know better the “Sir” was very subtly and very well played, very well played indeed. Bravo lady!
3. Sigh.
I think I might just be leaning a little more heavily on that old Shoes cat scratcher at the end of the bed for the stand ups this evening while pausing the TV or in the middle of the night when I have to pee a million times it seems, sometimes even when I don’t have to but just think that I do.
Me 2: “Well is that right now … is that what you’re thinking … Sir?”
So, a good friend, who I will call Rick here to protect the innocent, plus I don’t know his phone # or his address to truly dox him and put his family at risk, mentioned after I just re-posted my Orange Album of Beatles parody tunes from back in 2019 (a pretty damn fine collection I will say) and in mind of all my other parody tunes since then (quite a few) that he couldn’t wait to see what scathing political satire I might have next.
Well, this one surely ISN’T that, doesn’t rate, more just a bit of silly really, but this does tread into some hallowed MAGA hymnal territory, could almost be considered sacrilege, so it has that going for it, plus that original shit is just so overly earnestly funny so in turn …
I recently re-posted a tune of mine from back in 2019, a version of the Beatles “Fixing a Hole”, back when I was exclusively using Beatles songs to make my points (I haven’t stopped in this regard, I just branched out to different artists, different tunes, but points still have to be made after all, if only for my own and maybe even your own sanity’s sake … just here to help).
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That one though seemed, even five years later, to still be fairly relevant. The Orange Devil hasn’t changed, he is still just that, an orange devil, but just more devil-like, angrier, sadder, more desperate and the press hasn’t learned their lessons as they never do, clicks and views always overriding truth, continuing to try and normalize a thing that just ain’t normal, at least not from a genuine human and democratic perspective.
.
Though some of these tunes may be dated in their specifics and their times I think they still work in a bigger way, and some of them might even be seen to be considered “prescient” if I can be allowed a pat.
.
Anyway, a re-visit of an album’s worth of points made via the Beatles, The Orange Album, from December of 2019.
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Orange Quarantine
(posted 05-11-19)
In the land that we call home
Lives a man who was born to be
A simple con, liar and cheat
Living in an orange quarantine
But in this land he would conceive
A man-boy King of him he would be crowned
And to the law he’d not be bound
In his new found Orange Quarantine
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trading truth for beans, an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
The lies come with a sheen in an Orange Quarantine
.
Blind loyal friends all love the ride
Cheerfully they chide Democracy
A prop-a-gandist band does play
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where truth is rarely seen in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trump’s pockets full of green, in an Orange Quarantine
.
(Full speed backward, full speed back stupid USA
Blindly so it is general
Look the other way for me… drop the law if you please
Will do general. General?)
..
As we live a life unease
All the rich of us (all the rich of us)
Has what they need (has what they need)
To the rest (to the rest)
Shoulder your part (shoulder your part)
In this Trickle Down (in this trickle down)
Quarantine (quarantine…HA HA!)
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where ignorance is King in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Of woe we’ll surely sing in an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Bizarro is the norm in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where scary does take form in an Orange Quarantine
When he gets even bolder flush with a flair Oppressor soon bar none Will you still apologize tell Dems to calmAs au-tocracy gets dropped like a bomb
When he ignores the rule of the law And conjures William Barr Will you still mock us for thinking he dang’rous When he’s man-Boy Czar
(ooooh ooooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh )
His thumb you’re under too (aaaahhh aaaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh) But Reds if you’d sprout some spine To Checks and B’s we could be true
She comes in real handy jus-tifying the lies When open does his mouth She can spin a story dis-in-genuous On Sunday rounds to State Tv press Digging at real news pro-moting their fake What Czar could ask for more Stoking the fires, protecting the liar Hucksterbee shoots and scores
Every day we’re treated to the latest power grab found corruption is his worst of fears But Reds will not be brave (aaaaa aaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa) Willed lapdogs at his knee, Lindsey, Mitch and Dev
Looking for postcards sent from the ledge, any sane view of point A Country wanting just sur-vive this despot play America sincerely, wishing away And hoping Or’nge crazy doesn’t take form Democracy at the fore
Will we still still be, can we save hist’ry From the man-Boy Czar
William is new AG in this U.S. place Bought and paid give Trumpy D a hand Wrote a little White House pre-pared sum-mary That he then touted as some truth throughout the land
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
William takes a seat at a new congress store Serenades a unilater’l will To decide the findings of Mueller’s report He echoes Trump words as he then begins to shill
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple of years Trump has built a great de-vide G-OP grunts blindly at his side along for cruelest of rides
HA HA HA HA
Happy ever soon an autocrat’s new place William lends the orange rule of law The rest of us just watch as shit then hits our face A narr-a-tive about this prez’s lawless place
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple more years Trump tries play the game for long Ju-dicial law in the partisan hand Of William DOJ strong
HA HA HA HA
Democratic now not in this U.S. land William lends the Orange office space Redactions and conspiracies then take their place And in the long run we are now sure less than great
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! La la Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! La la Trump lies they live on
And if you want for ruin Sing tune of William Barr
I am me as I love me and you are me And we love me together See how we plumb we’re pigs for the dumb See dollars run I’m genius
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Sitting on a tax cut Waiting for some yen to fly Corporate stock big buy back, stupid farmer loyals Man you’re all bunch of rubes You let your Trump grow long
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube
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Mr Mrs Congress sitting Pretty always at my beck and call See how they buy with a gleam in their eye See how they buy My buuuuuulllshit…. They’re buuuuuuying….they’re buuuuuying…I’m lyyyyyyyyyyying!
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Yellow ting-ed dollars Making me a buck or three Trumpy props’ll bring it home, tradeymarks’ll get it done Boy I am a wealthy man I sold the White House down
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube
…Sitting in a rose-ed garden Waiting chance to lie And if the lie don’t play I’ll own my fake by keeping up a perfect face…
I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube goo goo goo ga-rube
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No one tells me what to do it’s just the base that’s thinking that I’m true See them form a mob call enemies a slob See how they cry For vengeance
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No one checking numbers, they take me at my less than word Money out of pocket, suck it up they musty Man they are so dumb believe that this is something good
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con ManGoo goo ga-rube goo goo ga-rube, goo goo ga-rube ga goo goo ga-rube ga goo
Picture yourself in a swamp where truth quivers With Orange tinged lies and white chocolate tries A Senate adores you, you gloat in the glory Of lapdog and sycophant cries
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Cult like adornments white lettered on red Witlessly cover their heads Cast for the dumbest with blind in their eyes And you’ve won
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump dumb dumb down to a negative measure Where marshmallow people cry victim’s sad sighs Backwards they go at behest of their master Where white anger’s dumb it does rise
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News outlets try all while ducking their heads From Orange shouts looking for blood But still Nielsen calls with their 30 coins pay And they’re done
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Picture a sad orange cream sickle nightmare Where real is accused of being the lie Actual lies are then trotted state news style A Fox truth democracy dies
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with gold’s foolish
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Trump D in the Lie with 49’ers Trump D in the Lie with alchemy Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Ahhhhhhhhh…
A victim propaganda play to usher base a brand new day
..
I read a story just to-day
About religious right their prayers have scored
To force the mass to live their way
Back-wards by the good book
Blindness the new look
They love to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
..
(It’s rock paper scissors, what do you choose sir?
Rock of course
But paper covers you
Then I’ll be paper
But scissors cuts you
Well I’ll be scissors then
But rock breaks you
Well how can I win?
You can’t really…it’s a check check check
Well that’s not fair…to me…there has to be a win
There are wins, but only temporary sir
Well can I be all three checks?
That’s not how it works sir
Don’t tell me about how things work)
..
Woke up, feeling of dread
Dragged democracy across my head
Found a few old tales in parchment notes
And looking up the founder’s they did spoke
Found they liked a scene of checks
Keep Kings out of our new stead
But treason’s elephant it’s got a brand new game
Dem-ocracy?…it’s merely now mundane
aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
..
(You see, it’s all about changing the rules son
But changing them isn’t fair sir
There is no fair
But you just said, to you, the game wasn’t fair
It wasn’t to me then, but I discovered it was rigged and I couldn’t win
It wasn’t rigged sir
Whatever, this is a new fair…my fair
Okay sir but….?
No buts…and everyone I talk to agrees)
..
So there’s the news today, oh boy
Fake called it is the tried true orange ploy
To gather base who pay no mind
To what real truth may find
It’s daily King con-firmed they’ll buy always the any of his lies
Trump loves to dummmmmb yooooou downnnnnnn
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(I’m sorry sir, it’s been decided, you can’t change the rules
Really? Who said that?
Rock, paper or scissors?
Ok, I’ll play along…again…rock
Sorry, but parchment wins
Good luck with that son. It’s just tired old words on paper written by a bunch of tired old men.
Can I borrow those scissors…and a sharpee?)
I recently re-posted a tune of mine from back in 2019, a version of the Beatles “Fixing a Hole”, back when I was exclusively using Beatles songs to make my points (I haven’t stopped in this regard, I just branched out to different artists, different tunes, but points still have to be made after all, if only for my own and maybe even your own sanity’s sake … just here to help).
.
That one though seemed, even five years later, to still be fairly relevant. The Orange Devil hasn’t changed, he is still just that, an orange devil, but just more devil-like, angrier, sadder, more desperate and the press hasn’t learned their lessons as they never do, clicks and views always overriding truth, continuing to try and normalize a thing that just ain’t normal, at least not from a genuine human and democratic perspective.
.
Though some of these tunes may be dated in their specifics and their times I think they still work in a bigger way, and some of them might even be seen to be considered “prescient” if I can be allowed a pat.
.
Anyway, a re-visit of an album’s worth of points made via the Beatles, The Orange Album, from December of 2019.
//////////////////////////////////////////
Orange Quarantine
(posted 05-11-19)
In the land that we call home
Lives a man who was born to be
A simple con, liar and cheat
Living in an orange quarantine
But in this land he would conceive
A man-boy King of him he would be crowned
And to the law he’d not be bound
In his new found Orange Quarantine
.
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trading truth for beans, an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
The lies come with a sheen in an Orange Quarantine
.
Blind loyal friends all love the ride
Cheerfully they chide Democracy
A prop-a-gandist band does play
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where truth is rarely seen in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Trump’s pockets full of green, in an Orange Quarantine
.
(Full speed backward, full speed back stupid USA
Blindly so it is general
Look the other way for me… drop the law if you please
Will do general. General?)
..
As we live a life unease
All the rich of us (all the rich of us)
Has what they need (has what they need)
To the rest (to the rest)
Shoulder your part (shoulder your part)
In this Trickle Down (in this trickle down)
Quarantine (quarantine…HA HA!)
..
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where ignorance is King in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Of woe we’ll surely sing in an Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Bizarro is the norm in this Orange Quarantine
We all live in an Orange Quarantine
Where scary does take form in an Orange Quarantine
When he gets even bolder flush with a flair Oppressor soon bar none Will you still apologize tell Dems to calmAs au-tocracy gets dropped like a bomb
When he ignores the rule of the law And conjures William Barr Will you still mock us for thinking he dang’rous When he’s man-Boy Czar
(ooooh ooooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh )
His thumb you’re under too (aaaahhh aaaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh aaahhh) But Reds if you’d sprout some spine To Checks and B’s we could be true
She comes in real handy jus-tifying the lies When open does his mouth She can spin a story dis-in-genuous On Sunday rounds to State Tv press Digging at real news pro-moting their fake What Czar could ask for more Stoking the fires, protecting the liar Hucksterbee shoots and scores
Every day we’re treated to the latest power grab found corruption is his worst of fears But Reds will not be brave (aaaaa aaaaa aaaa aaaa aaaa) Willed lapdogs at his knee, Lindsey, Mitch and Dev
Looking for postcards sent from the ledge, any sane view of point A Country wanting just sur-vive this despot play America sincerely, wishing away And hoping Or’nge crazy doesn’t take form Democracy at the fore
Will we still still be, can we save hist’ry From the man-Boy Czar
William is new AG in this U.S. place Bought and paid give Trumpy D a hand Wrote a little White House pre-pared sum-mary That he then touted as some truth throughout the land
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
William takes a seat at a new congress store Serenades a unilater’l will To decide the findings of Mueller’s report He echoes Trump words as he then begins to shill
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple of years Trump has built a great de-vide G-OP grunts blindly at his side along for cruelest of rides
HA HA HA HA
Happy ever soon an autocrat’s new place William lends the orange rule of law The rest of us just watch as shit then hits our face A narr-a-tive about this prez’s lawless place
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! Blah Blah Trump lies they live on
In a couple more years Trump tries play the game for long Ju-dicial law in the partisan hand Of William DOJ strong
HA HA HA HA
Democratic now not in this U.S. land William lends the Orange office space Redactions and conspiracies then take their place And in the long run we are now sure less than great
Shill Barr be, hack Barr are, Trump goes on BLAH BLAH BLAH!! La la Trump lies they live on Hack Barr be, shill Barr are, Trump feels strong BLAH BLAH BLAH!! La la Trump lies they live on
And if you want for ruin Sing tune of William Barr
I am me as I love me and you are me And we love me together See how we plumb we’re pigs for the dumb See dollars run I’m genius
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Sitting on a tax cut Waiting for some yen to fly Corporate stock big buy back, stupid farmer loyals Man you’re all bunch of rubes You let your Trump grow long
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube
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Mr Mrs Congress sitting Pretty always at my beck and call See how they buy with a gleam in their eye See how they buy My buuuuuulllshit…. They’re buuuuuuying….they’re buuuuuying…I’m lyyyyyyyyyyying!
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Yellow ting-ed dollars Making me a buck or three Trumpy props’ll bring it home, tradeymarks’ll get it done Boy I am a wealthy man I sold the White House down
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube
…Sitting in a rose-ed garden Waiting chance to lie And if the lie don’t play I’ll own my fake by keeping up a perfect face…
I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con Man Goo goo ga-rube goo goo goo ga-rube
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No one tells me what to do it’s just the base that’s thinking that I’m true See them form a mob call enemies a slob See how they cry For vengeance
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No one checking numbers, they take me at my less than word Money out of pocket, suck it up they musty Man they are so dumb believe that this is something good
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I am the Charlatan You are the simpletons I am the Con ManGoo goo ga-rube goo goo ga-rube, goo goo ga-rube ga goo goo ga-rube ga goo
Picture yourself in a swamp where truth quivers With Orange tinged lies and white chocolate tries A Senate adores you, you gloat in the glory Of lapdog and sycophant cries
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Cult like adornments white lettered on red Witlessly cover their heads Cast for the dumbest with blind in their eyes And you’ve won
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump dumb dumb down to a negative measure Where marshmallow people cry victim’s sad sighs Backwards they go at behest of their master Where white anger’s dumb it does rise
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News outlets try all while ducking their heads From Orange shouts looking for blood But still Nielsen calls with their 30 coins pay And they’re done
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Picture a sad orange cream sickle nightmare Where real is accused of being the lie Actual lies are then trotted state news style A Fox truth democracy dies
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Trump D in the Lie he’s not heaven sent Trump D in the Lie Sarah go get bent Trump D’s GOP’s on a Hell descent Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with gold’s foolish
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Trump D in the Lie with 49’ers Trump D in the Lie with alchemy Ahhhhhhhhh….
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Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Trump D in the Lie with Zirconia Ahhhhhhhhh…
Ricky and I watched them warily and held back at a safe distance eventually going the other direction down the other side of the street so as to be even safer still as the older high school kids toilet papered and egged houses ahead of us as some sort of shit rolls downhill repayment for what we couldn’t possibly understand or imagine might be going on behind closed doors for them at home (I would learn years later, in the news). We just knew that we had a short window now where we hadn’t quite aged out of our trick or treating, something evidenced in the fact that we were already starting to get lazy in our costuming, always just hobo’s now, something that wouldn’t get more creative again until my college years but on those nights the “candy” was usually cheap beer and girls, another thing that couldn’t possibly be understood or imagined or even cared about then, we just still had our sweet teeth and some lazily costumed possible final attempts, this year, maybe next, to satisfy them for free and we didn’t need any of these toilet papering egging assholes seeing us and ruining it.
Ricky and I had become pretty adept at avoiding these guys in our neighborhood after school and on the weekends (thankfully we didn’t have to figure out any extra avoidance techniques during the school day just yet – we still had this one more year before we shared the halls with them, well at least the ones who hadn’t graduated yet, though Ricky and I were afraid that the ones that were supposed to graduate out might be held back and still be around for our first year of High School, a would be hell if they had anything to do with it).
No, it was just after school and the weekends and oh, the school bus that we all rode together though at least that interminable time was relatively short as interminable goes (ok, that was kinda most of the time) but we could always depend on our driver, Missus D, to have our backs and put the fear of Missus D in them if need be, sitting up front and telling her that Mom said Hi with her latest batch of sugar cookies and never forgetting her at Christmas time with cards from each of us and small finely, meticulously wrapped in wax paper offerings were definitely to our advantage.
But on this Halloween night, though we did our best to measure wary fear with still being able to hit up the neighborhood candy houses, our usually successful avoidance attempts weren’t good enough. Seems Tommy Whitmore, who had also taken to calling himself “Jax” around that time, don’t know why, maybe he just needed another name that wasn’t the “Tommy!!!” he heard yelled, screamed, slapped, surrendered to at home, must have seen us behind he and his boy’s mean spirits under the Dowling’s porch light and came down and across the street to wait just outside the light’s reach, that hard circle line of light on one side and dark on the other right before their garage, and, with hands on his hips and a stupid grin Tommy said,
“Hey boys, how ya doin’, and how ya doin’ in those candy bags of yours tonight?”
“We’re good Tommy, just leave us be, we’re not bothering you.”
“Hey, it’s “Jax”, but you are bothering me, bothering us” Tommy said with a hint of malice “just by being you, and you haven’t even offered me anything from your bags of goodies” as he did a grab while his boys hung just outside that light’s ring at the Dowling’s mailbox giggling even more stupidly than Tommy’s stupid grin.
“Hey, those are ours!!’ Ricky yelled, straight backed but for only an instant.
“Oh, he speaks, on his own, the redhaired one” as Ricky’s spine shrunk. “No, these are ours now and we’re also going to take you two on a ride.”
“No Tommy …” and a glare with a raised hand’s intent “No Jax … we have to get home, we’re not getting in any cars with you. We were done anyway, take our bags and just leave us be.”
“Well that just ain’t gonna happen you two …”
Then came a rush of wind sweeping past and around our heads … something usually reserved for family stories at backyard get togethers or at funerals when Ricky’s extended family would arrive, it was fast, a blur, made the ground shake just enough to unsettle your feet, make you feel a little askew. We knew what, who this was, Ricky & I, but Tommy and his boys didn’t.
I told you that Ricky and I had become pretty adept at avoiding these guys and we had, but it was more, sometimes a not just protecting ourselves, but protecting them.
“No Tommy …”
“It’s Jax”
“No Jax, not tonight”
“You gonna defy me, you useless pieces of shit, no that ain’t happenin’. Right boys?”
But the ground shook some more, the air trembled again, whooshed past and around us again, as air shouldn’t tremble like that and I stood my now shaky ground.
“Not now”
“And it’s Jax!!!” he yelled
“I wasn’t talking to you Tommy”
I said to Ricky “Not now” but his shrunk spine grew, not a one of simple stand up defiance, but just grew.
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I met Ricky through a mom’s get togethers in new neighborhood’s get togethers. Let’s introduce ourselves with kids to break the ice but really kids being just an excuse for Moms to drink wine on an early Saturday. I had seen Ricky on the ballfield in my new digs, after having moved from Baltimore to now Pittsburgh, he was a monster. His throws from his shortstop spot practically took the first baseman’s glove off and we weren’t even in high school yet.
“Do you play?” he asked me.
“I pitch”
“We could use one of those on our team. You any good?”
And that was it, I confounded him with my off the table curve that I shouldn’t have been throwing at that age and he tried to take the glove off of anyone who had the misfortune of playing first base. Instant friends.
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Friendships can be curious things. They might start with Moms using you as pawns for a glass of wine, or two, on a Saturday afternoon, they can be responses to what you don’t know yet of the evils of the world behind closed doors and you group, join forces, even if it’s only in a force of two or they can be things that were just supposed to happen, like Ricky with a rifle of an arm that make first basemen regret they play the game and you note, Ricky. He and I became a pair of buds linked through and through until, well, we just weren’t.
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“Not now”
“What not now you little prick?!”
“Ricky is my friend”
“And?”
“You don’t want to do this, he’s not liking you right now”
“What? Little redhead here?”
“Please just let it go Tommy”
“I’s Jax!!” (and there was that raised hand)
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The other curious thing about friendships is that there are those that are just that, cursory things, friendships you recall for just being a friendship, where you might call each other to check in years later, heard you had a kid, how is the better half, what’s her name again but then there was Ricky and his secrets, his family’s secrets.
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His spine grew instead of a backing away shrink, unnaturally so, to four times his height and his red hair fired until it rivaled the sun right on that hard line of light and dark at the Dowling’s garage and he towered Tommy and his voice changed making any Tommy attempt at inspiring fear seem weak and puny “YOU WILL NOT MESS WITH MY FRIEND!” followed by a simple backhand slap.
And that was it, Tommy, not Jax, that new name nonsense ended that night, slunk away from out of the dust bins across the street and amid the scattering idiots he called pals.
“You’re done aren’t you Ricky?
“Yeah, gotta go now”
“Dammit Ricky, I have no one else and I don’t even want anyone else as my friend.”
“I know, me neither, but I gotta go”
“I know”
And then, there was that rush of wind again, picking up leaves and dust and moving things around in a small twister.
“Hey Missus D, thought that might be you”
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m ok I guess, thank you for keeping an eye but …”
“Don’t worry, you’ll see him again, Ricky’s got a good heart, you know that, but he and my sister need to find another place now, to be safe, try and start again until Ricky learns how to control things. Plus, you’ll see him again ‘cause he always hated that he couldn’t hit your curveball, he’ll be practicing … Sugar cookies tomorrow?”
“Maybe the next day Missus D, gotta give Mom the head’s up”
“Ok, and maybe an offering wrapped finely in wax paper?”
Yesterday atdVerse Poets Melissa presented us some artworks of Louis Wain and his famous cats as well as some of his story.
So from Melissa was this, “the assignment”, choose one of the artworks of Wain’s that she included in her post (dVerse link above) and write a poem of it. The only stipulation being that you cannot use the word “cat”, other cat terms are fine, just not the actual word cat.
Back in January I visited Melanie’s “What Have They Done To My Song” for another of my parodies, though I am loathe to call them such as that implies “silly” and these certainly are NOT silly (for the most part). I’ve been working this angle for going on 7 years now with quite a lot of tunes, a boatload, and blah blah blah Steve, yes, your editorials in song as blah blah blah, no one is going to read any straight up editorial blah blah blah but if you put them to tune blah blah blah … you’ve told us.
But that is what it is and what I do though, I gotta say, in my own defense, they are all pretty toe tap worthy, biting and spot on and just darned good in that biting and spot on and toe tappingness.
Anyway, visited Melanie again and her “Brand New Key” now, a tune reminded the other day out of the corner of my ear at work from the ‘Magic’ station playing at my boss’s desk.
So, “Brand New Trump Key” then.
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Brand New Trump Key
I rode my motorcade to your city last night
To spin some lies and give you all such a fright
To harp on victim-like and rail conspiracies
I know you trust me know I’m just what you need
.
Well, I’ve got brand new world in mind here now
Take heart my unhinged screed
I’ll be proven right my ranting now
You just need to wait and see
I know what you need it’s a Donnie me
A fascist change of scene
.
Well, I’ve got a brand new world in mind here now
It just ain’t democracy
.
I ride my plan of year twenty of twenty five
I got my dee-scipes proving be worthy scribes
Of new world order in these United States
If you don’t subscribe you’ll surely be less than great
.
Oh yeah
Hah hah hah hah
Oh you will face my wrath
Hah hah hah hah
Oh yeah yeah yeah you’ll wish you hadn’t said that
Thought, as I have done before, to put some of my recent tunes into one convenient post.
You’re welcome.
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Some boogie-woogie fun.
God Made Trump: Yeah, That Was In Error
So back in ’46 when God took a break
After world at war that had so much at stake
He blinked for second and before he knew what
A Fred had had a son who would think he the one
To lead his people to some new promised land
But a one where democracy could no longer stand
.
Well God said then I hope this ain’t a mistake
Just wanted take a sec and a little wine break
But future he could see at the hands of Fred’s son
Who’d find ways to rake in some new fresh coin
And adulation
From every sunup
From those just off a turnip truck
.
He’d think Prez down escalator to ride
A gold idol though behind God he’d try hide
He’d play up charlatans and God speaking Jakes
They’d get in prayer circles hoping then just to fake
His true Christian values that could be on the take
For just the right price
New discipes would buy right?
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
.
Then God said oh me just what have I done
Can never take a Me damned break no matter the fun
Though that was fine wine worthy even of nuns
I must be on my toes truth it’s under the gun
At the hands of true believers who turn now to song
To praise an orange fraud they think’ll rise like the son
.
To deliver them a hero in a new paradise
Devoid of immigrants just gotta call ICE
He’d be the caretaker of their righteous white world
Where enemies in fetal poses they would be curled
He’d fight off the Marxists and the fascists to boot
His projections of the enemy would be such a hoot
.
To call them fascists while he’s making such plans
To make democracy a now also ran
He’d have his true believers seeing future in sight
Whatever he says conservative on the right
Not on the far left where the vermin do land
They need be threatened dead now that’s a good plan
.
They say he’ll be a guy who could shape and ax
But also wield a sword though that’s quite a task
He was brave in North Korea while stepping a foot
Thankfully no bone spurs de-ferred his look
But he gloried love letters of he and an Un
Such a nice fella who could take a sweet turn
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe that God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
Reality of course now it be on the run
At Rally’s he’d exclaim oh what such fun
To smite the nonbelievers
Who’d soon be cursed ones
.
Then God he sat back and just shook his head
He’d said look what I’ve wrought in the U.S. of stead
I’ll surely face my wrath for what I’ve let done
And that wrath being mine won’t be as fun
I’d like me as God show discipes the real light
But they’re lost now don’t even realize their plight
.
That in a den of vipers he’s the head one
Leading all the rest to follow his red forked tongue
He’d offer Eve the Apple saying speaking of tongues
Leave that loser behind I am your one
Like the naked look that you got goin’ on
Now drop the fig leaf and let’s take the plunge
.
Adam … go away will ya? … busy here
You’re messing with my tiny mojo
No, God ain’t looking
D’ya think he cares?
.
But then he got sold
On all he was told
And started to believe
That God had foretold
That he was the chosen of new myth of old
And his discipes he continues to mold
.
They gather at his rally’s put together fan schlock
That God gave us Trump the one who’d care for the flock
A shepherd to mankind they say without jest
And surely damn you libs don’t put us to the test
He speaks of retribution he’s a man of his word
Unless you call him on it then he’ll say that’s absurd
.
So God sat back in a comfy cloud chair
To look at what was happenin’ down there
And orange idol thinking he was sent by me
Disciples feel the same but just for a fee
That’s when God said I think I’m done
Back to that glass of wine yeah that would be fun
Cause though he knows he dropped the ball in ‘46
He is still all seeing and likes his kicks
Maybe kill the bottle then for even more fun
Don’t know what could happen when God gets drunk
Maybe a something to get him out of his funk
.
Yo!
Angels?!
Yeah!!
I need another bottle!
And somebody … get me my files on divine retribution
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Adding some lyrics to another instrumental from a friend of mine, Rob Eldridge, who can really bend a guitar.
Standin’ At The Edge Of The World (the devil & me)
Found myself standin’ at the edge of the world
The devil at my side asking what I had heard
I said about what are you just asking in jest?
He said no mortal son just checkin’ if you’d kept a-breast
Of what it was that I had goin’ on
Singing off key songs of a world at unrest
.
I said I did but that I didn’t despair
That there was still some hope yet … be found in the air
He said but seeing devil’s work just why would you care
And why do you assume it’s me who leads to despair
I said cause you’re the devil and the devil may care
And seems you do with me at the edge of the world
.
Well, it looks like I’ve more work to be done
To convince you all to just cut and run
Away from hope’s promise and flowery songs
Don’t stack up with reality and what I’ve made wrong
But I said you still ask your questions now
About your own song and the stories you’ve wrung
.
I still find a world where people stand up
To those casting dark days and forcing in darker ways till you empty your half cup
To not give in to singing of a dire world’s long
Gone hoping pay no mind to your evil tongue
You are the devil after all your words may be strong
But there’s still some time … for us … to all get along
.
And fight you real world devils and sing different tomes
And maybe make you realize you’ll be left all alone
And any who’ve abandoned promise of pretty songs
That say we’ll right whatever you’ve done so so wrong
.
The devil left my side then
His songs at a loss
And I stood alone now at the edge of the world
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To R.E.M.’s “Don’t Go Back To Rockville”
Don’t Go Back To Trumpville
Looking at old hell a new time
Wonderin’ what we’ve done to be so cursed
In the possibility that
The Orange Devil could usher somethin’ worse
Only this time with an even darker promise
With vengeance in his blackened heart
.
He’ll persecute and prosecute
The order of which won’t matter when he’s done
Retribution will be his rally cry
To punish one and all
And any who don’t comply
And offer fealty on bended knee
With bowed heads kissed rings even fresh lipstick
.
Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville And waste Democracy
.
At night he drinks himself to sleep
Of despot dreams jack booting in his head
He envies Xi and surely Vlad
Even Benito and now new Nazi Klan
Who find in him their great leader to follow
With violence waiting on a call
.
Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville And waste our future years
.
Some though feel that there’s no need to worry
Head in sand they see no real ur-gency
But anyone who’s not head under ground knows the danger that is found
In another orange presidency
It’s not the way to protect our liberty
And our too weak now Democracy
.
Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville And waste our future years
.
Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville Don’t go back to Trumpville And waste Democracy
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To Melanie’s “Look What They’ve Done To My Song”
Look What They’ve Done To Our Trump, Ma
Look what they’ve done to our Trump Ma
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
Well, fa-scism’s all he can do half right
And somehow they say that’s wrong Ma
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
.
Look what they say ‘bout his brain Ma
Like using it’s a real strain
They point out that it’s a jumbled mess
All those liars in the press Ma
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
.
He just wants a good country for whites to live in Ma
One where his subjects will all call him … King
If he can rig a vote like ’16 true
All the libs will come to rue
Just what
Just what they’ve said of our Trump
.
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA
NA NA NA NA NA NA NA
C’mon everybody NA NA NA with me
Maybe even LA DE DA
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
.
But maybe it’ll work for the right Ma
Maybe Democracy’ll lose this fight Ma
Well his dee-sciples still buy his lies
And threatened violence well that could work out nice
Look what they’ve wrought in our Trump
.
Now this part here’s supposed to be in French Ma
But that wouldn’t be his intent Ma
Because he don’t sing of nothing but the US of A
And English speaking’s gotta be the only say
But he’s OK with fries made a French way
.
Look what they’ve done to our Trump Ma Ma Ma
They’ve turned him into such an orange grump Ma
He can’t even win a primary
Without them talking about that Haley
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
.
Hear what they say about our Trump Ma
They say the meanest things about our Trump Ma
They even have the gall to point out his lies
But never give him credit for how hard he tries
To straight face through them all of the time
.
Look what they’ve done to our Trump Ma Ma Ma
Look what they’ve done to our Trump
Well, fa-scism’s all he can do half right
And somehow they say that’s wrong Ma
But he wins this time there’ll be a new song
And a dark one
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For the dearly departed Bob, who took one final unintended bus ride to the sky.
Oompa Loompa Bob Song
Oompa, Loompa, doompety-do I’ve got a little story for you Oompa, Loompa, doompety-dee it’s about Bob so please listen to me
What do you get when you’re walking a street Lost in your cell “hey, that video’s neat” You don’t pay attention to what’s in your surrounds Including that curb’s last mistake to be found
I don’t like the look of this
Oompa, Loompa, doompety-don’t Step off that curb Bob please tell me you won’t Oompa, Loompa, doompety-please Lift your head, look around at that bus bearing down
… Ya big dope!
… You really dead dope!
… Oh, Bob
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To Stealers Wheel “Stuck In The Middle With You”.
Stuck in Democracy’s Fight
Well don’t know which way we’ll head in this fight
Gonna be ‘bout truth or just what ain’t right
Democracy’s on table up in the air
Though the GOP just don’t seem to care
.
Heroes to the left of us
Fascists to the right
There we’ll be
Stuck in democracy’s fight
Yes we’re
Stuck tryin’ hold onto light
.
Well the rhetoric is dark and it harks
To bleak history now back in an arc
Where it re-turns to new devil to bark
.
Heroes to the left of us
Fascists to the right
There we’ll be
Stuck in democracy’s fight
.
Well we hear it at the rallies
Violence a hope to carry then
And bluster to the rosters
of the pawns be called to muster
say pleeeeaasse
save us pleeeaaase
.
Oh!
.
Well democracy falls to the wayside
To the right kind that’s the new way to ride
Mind true leader till left’s left on the floor
Cause great country just can’t take anymore
.
They say
.
Evil’s to the left of us
Righteous to the right
Here we’ll be
Stuck in democracy’s fight
– break
Well, there’s a fight that is a brewin’
Constitution it’s a stewin’ now
It warned of men who would be kings
Tried steel from new need kissed rings
Put checks in
Pleeeaaassse
Pleeeaaassse
.
Well, we all know why we came here tonight
Be ‘bout truth or just what isn’t right
Democracy’s on table up in the air
Though 35 percent just don’t seem to care
.
Heroes to the left of us
Fascists to the right
There we’ll be
Stuck in democracy’s fight
Yes we’re
Stuck tryin’ hold onto light
Stuck in a fight for our lives
Liberty
Wants to continue to ride
Before needs in darkness then just to hide …
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To the “Green Acres” theme song
Putin’s Patsies
Putin’s Patsies all abound you see
Littered ‘round dysfunctional GOP
From Margie Q to box of rocks Tomee
All echoing love of an Orange man crush deceit
.
Even Comrade Tucker cries why can’t you see
This all comes down to Russian supremacy
Putins’ in the right and we all have it so wrong
He told us of such in his grand propagandist song
.
Repubs
Their thoughts
Take sides
Despots
.
Democracy dies
Fascism flies
Putin’s Patsies they want there
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To “Billy Don’t Be A Hero”
Tucker, Russia’s State Hero
The marching heroes jackboot along red square
Right GOP wish join them there
We looked and there was Tucker Carson-ovich
Glass held high for a grandstand pass
.
And with his head on Putin’s shoulder
His man crush who the press gets wrong
From where he sat he knew west was lying
Time now to set the record straight
.
Tucker Russia’s state hero, you are like brother they say
Tucker Russia’s real hero, please re-direct all the hate
And as they started to talk the Russian press could be heard to cry
Tucker you’re our real hero platform the lies
.
The Russian news was on Carson-ov’s side now
Tell them of how we’ll de-Nazifi
That damned Ukraine our truth’s in demand now
The propgandists applaud the ruse
We know you’ll tell the world the whole truth
We didn’t invade it’s NATO’s fault
And Tucker raised his hand in consent yes
I’ll join you Russian journalists
.
Tucker Russia’s state hero, you are like brother they say
Tucker Russia’s real hero, please re-direct all the hate
And as they started to talk the Russian press could be heard to cry
Tucker you’re our real hero platform the lies
.
They implored Tucker send a message
To the west’s GOP crazees
You need stop sending aid to Ukraine now
And helping out that Zee-len-skee
you’re always welcome here our friend now … comrade
.
Tucker Russia’s state hero, you are like brother they say
Tucker Russia’s real hero, please re-direct all the hate
Tucker keep being traitor, we’ll crush that dee-mocracy
Tucker keep propping up white Christian supremacy
Tucker Russia’s state hero, you are like brother they say
Tucker Russia’s state hero won’t you please stay
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To Terry Jacks “Seasons In The Sun” and an ode to my lost BB the Car
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.
Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heart felt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune, sometimes I even get a little poetic. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything ... 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs ... damned humans.