It Was a Dead Day (Song)

A shitty day, a steady rain and a bit of a chill but it at least might wash away some of the other shitty, if there is nothing else to be garnered from it.

When my good friend, Rick, recently sent me some new lyrics to Eleanor Rigby I sung them out for him and for me and put it together just a couple of posts ago. “Sung” is relative of course, but it was fun though tough (the content and the hittin’ of the ahhh’s) and it reminded me of how I hadn’t just sat with a song re-working it for the longest time now. I’ve found this, over the last year and half, to be quite the therapy. Some might consider it to be a waste of time but these have been my editorials. My opinion pieces. As is this one. I took a break from the parodies (though I don’t like calling them that, they’re more) the mood not really seeming to fit a making of parodied point right now, even if it was of the obvious and waaaay too easy.

But taking those lyrics of his and grabbing some time, the world falling away as it always does then when I do, was a reminder and I thought of something new, thought I’d expand on a chorus that has been rattling ’round my noggin for quite some time, “These are the days of stupidity and blunder”. It just seems to fit. Right Mr Simon or apologies?

Plus my window of benefit of the doubt in dire times closed a while ago. You’re on your own again now, orange boy, when it comes to the well deserved derision.

Read along with the lyrics by the way, seems I sing pretty quick.

 

It was a dead day

A day to start dying

Cavalier severe consequence

Another bold lie

Masquerading as bravado

Self preservation festering

As it always does

 

These were the days of self-interest and some bluster

It was the usual roll … call

Of made up facts and imaginary figures

All in a spotlight’s glow

A new ways for a sudden realization

Of a daily narcissistic’s call

These are the days of stupidity and blunder

And Baby I’ll lie, I’ll lie

… I’ll lie

 

It was a cruel truth

As it swept across a nation

That we weren’t prepared

As we wished we could

Have been more in line

With science not a State News

As the blame game took root

Following us around … us around

 

These are the days of stupidity and blunder

A Lysol dream much better than vaccine

The way the presser was a mini rally e-vent

Until embarrassment called

The way the pundits try to search a new distraction

A shiny catch of wandering eye

These are the days of stupidity and blunder

And baby I’ll lie, I’ll lie

… I’ll lie

 

It’s extreme now a violence

A base that’s so inclined to such

Encouraged to stray from the middle of the road

Down an angry dark path of ignorance and bullets

Dead innocents in Michigan for what a maskless sake?

 

These are the days of cowards passing muster

Try and make a momma so proud

A certain sense of purpose of the stupid

Empowered by the man upstairs

These are the days of stupidity and bluster

Momma’s proud somewhere

So proud a follower of the Trump Dumb Down

In his wake blindly with no care oh yeah

 

The way you find yourself and your own violence

But then you just have to cry

At the thought that drove you in the first place

Here

Oh my

Oh my …