A Fascist Truth Sledgehammer … The EP (7 songs)

So I decided to put my recent musical endeavors (the endeavor part being just the words and the “singing”) into one post, an “EP” of sorts, and yes, I’ve been on a bit of Paul Simon kick lately. It’s tunes and a few words getting stuck in the head for whatever reason, karaoke versions found and new lyrics written. I’ve said this in posts in the past but these are kind of my editorials, my opinion pieces, my heart and thought is in them, I just like putting them to tune sometimes as I’ve discovered I really enjoy doing my best to sing them out and then building them. It is time dedicated in my little studio at the end of a whatever workday with no co-workers, no distractions and where nothing seeps, crawls in. With the way the world has been since April and March and continues to be, with the isolating of ourselves trying to do our best to be safe and to help stem the tide, we have all needed distractions of some type to get us through this fucked up new normal with at least a portion of our sanity intact.

Now I know that even before all of this shit and all of the fear, the anxiety, the loss, the pain for so many, the astounding stupid that has reared it’s ugly but sadly empowered head recently I’ve never had an issue with isolating myself, just me and Bella and the Unintentionals now and those dearly missed before, but I have found myself writing more than ever within my home bubble, some good, some not so good, some just plain crap, some just me experimenting, but writing nonetheless and that has been MY sanity’s distraction.

Celie said to me early on when I told her after a come home on a Friday “Alright, I’m off upstairs to distancing and a hunkerin’ down”

“So just a regular Steve weekend then?”

Ha! She’s a funny one that Celie. HeHe.

Anyway, here is A Fascist Truth Sledgehammer … The EP – tunes + lyrics (the most important part)

(I’ve attached a link in the title of each tune to the original post they came from by the way. Also note that the lyrics to “Karen’s Been Triggered” were written by my really good friend, going back to my WVU days, Rick Cross … he was quite a life saver for me back in those days, still is.

(sidebar on that last note:  I met Rick as the editor of the school paper then when I somehow convinced him to let me write a regular column about the WVU days and the adventures of two fictional characters, roommates and weirdos, Earl & Jamm which ended up having its moments of popular regular readership, hell, they even threw their ballcaps in the ring for student body President in one election and got quite a few votes. And I can never think of him, who offered me a room in his house after a fire took almost all I had, without thinking of the week of one particular Spring Break where we moved our mattresses into the living room, friends invited, a shitload of beer and pizza and nothing but movies … man the sheer volume of the movies … and some passing out and rewinding. Ohhh, to go back to just one week.

Me and Covid Down By The Schoolyard

(to the tune of “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard”)

 

Check Check

Hello?

Is this thing on?

Can ya hear me in the back?

 

Trumpy the Tinpot rolled in his head

Reasons for his orange misfortune

He was convinced it was a plot at sabotage

And he silenced all investigation

 

It’s just not fair

My me up in the air

I whine it’s just not fair

Of what else do I care

 

Trumpy looked round scored blame to be found

Shafting all engaged organizations

Telling smart to take a hike, stupid’s got this round

You can trust of our best intentions

 

Well we’re on our way

To worst response we just say ‘fake’

We’re on our way

Taking blind time

Hoping it goes away

Goodbye science, we’re King of Corona

 

Seein’ Me and Covid

Down by the schoolyard

Seein’ Me and Covid

Down by the schoolyard

 

(Break …)

 

Wahhh-Ooooh

 

If we send ‘em back to school

Everything would sure be cool

Pretty up re-election chances

Kennedy a mental not (knot)

Played tough and took a shot

At teachers he can kiss the ass of

 

Well we’re on our way

To worst response we just say ‘fake’

We’re on our way

Taking blind time

Hoping it goes away

Goodbye science, we’re King of Corona

 

Me and Covid

Down by the schoolyard

Seein’ Me and Covid

Down by the schoolyard

Seein Me and Covid

Down in the graveyard

 

Hey?

Did you hear me in the back alright?

Hello?

You suck

Thank you

You’re welcome

 

Check Check

Hello?…..

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You Can Call me King

(to the tune of “You Can Call Me Al”)

 

A man lies as he breathes
He says why would you trust another now
Who can you possibly trust
Now I’ve shown you what my facts is
A fascist truth sledgehammer
Nuthin’ else believe-able matters
Other than this con in this con man’s swamptown

(and a-oooh ah-oooh)

Lap dogs in orange swamplight
Here’s a lie-ball GOP go fetch excuses

Newsman, newsman
Get these facts away from me, ya know,
No one finds real truth interesting anymore

If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Czar

This man original Trumper says
There can never be a never me
If there’s a never me they’ll never be
Happy in a sea of me
Where will the answers come from
If I don’t truly be-lieve
Who will I turn to when
The truth slaps me
Awake and awake
To the harsh realities
Of Moscow Mitch’s word marble hypocriteness
Hammers and sickles
Getting stocked up in the open
Along with some of the finest cossack hats

If you’ll loyalty me blind
I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me King
You can call me King

A man late night he’s tweeting
How he’s a victim in this world
Maybe it’s a big blue meanie world
Where they’re just out to get him
And they don’t see his genius
Or see how great he his
The greatest all narcissists
Surrounding himself with nothing more than
Clowns clowns
Who dance for him like marionettes
In a tiny orange circus

He checks the mirror again
Sees Messiah staring back at him
At least that’s what the hacks say
And he so believes them

If you’ll loyalty me blind
I can be your despot chum
I can call you subject
And subject you adore me
You can call me Don

Na-na-na-na-na
Just call me king-na-na
You can kiss my ring na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Loyalties the thing na-na
Better never sing na-na
I’ll take your everything na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Better give up mind now

Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
You’ll be just fine now

Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Just a matter of time now

Ummmm ah-ah
Ummmm ah-ah
Democracy dies now

If you’ll loyalty me blind

I’ll let you kneel and kiss my ring

I can call you subject

And subject you adore me

You can call me King

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Karen’s Been Triggered (lyrics by Rick Cross)

(to the tune of “Eleanor Rigby”)

 

Ahhh, look at all the hateful people

Ahhh, look at these ungrateful people

 

Karen’s been triggered

Pickets outside of a church where a gay wedding’s been

This love is a sin

Waits at her stylist in an angry red face mask that matches her MAGA hat’s tinge

Where to begin?

 

All the frightened people

Why do they hide their eyes?

All the angry people

While our republic dies

 

President Donnie

Face slack and ugly and troll-like and ready to sneer

Mindless drones cheer

Look at him preening

Feckless old monster, his mantra is greed, hate and fear

Let’s end his career

 

All the selfish people

Who teaches them this stuff?

All the stubborn people

How many dead’s enough?

 

Ahhh, look at all the hateful people

Ahhh, look at these ungrateful people

 

Karen’s still triggered

Gasping for air on machines in a hospital hall

Why won’t her god call?

President Donnie

Shrugs and ignores digging up 80,000 new graves

It’s money he craves

 

All the coughing people (Ah, look at all the hateful people)

Was Easter service nice?

All the toxic people (Ah, look at these ungrateful people)

Who’ll make no sacrifice…

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It Was A Dead Day

(to the tune of “The Boy In The Bubble”)

 

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 …

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These Are Trump Days

(to the tune of “Those Were The Days”)

 

Once upon a time there was a nation

A proud one come about but fraught with pain

Of dealing with an oh so shameful histr’y

A one that doesn’t seem to want to change

 

These are Trump days my friend

We pray there’ll be an end

As we dance now beneath jackbooted feet

We try to have our say

But are tear gassed away

These are Trump days yes sadly they’re trump days

 

La La La La La La La

Won’t you get off my neck

Oh momma please I need ya momma please

 

And now the matter’s gotten so much bleaker

Not better as you’d hope histr’y would learn

And presidents who should be our uniters

Instead opt to take messianic turns

 

These are Trump days my friend

Please God help make them end

I cannot breathe my eyes they want to bleed

We tried to have our say

For light to lead the way

But it’s Trump days, we’re lost amid Trump days

 

La La La La La La La

Won’t you get off my neck

Oh momma please I need ya momma please

 

He stood in the Rose garden claimed alliance

With pro-testers on a peaceful go

But then he strapped on his small orange jackboots

went for a walk to turn this into show

 

These are Trump days my friend

Please God ya have to send

An angel’s mercy on our hapless lot

Who just want things to change but cannot in this age

These are Trump days, he won’t allow the ways

 

La La La La La La La

Won’t you get off my neck

Oh momma please I need ya momma please

 

La La La La La La La

Please just get off his neck

His momma wants to see her son again

 

There comes a day where me must be deciders

Of fate that’s dark continued going back

Or a one that tries to move us forward

Something that is more than just attack

 

These … are … Trump … days my friend

Heavens please help us mend

Help us push back on tyrants on the roam

To help us save the weak

Knees under cannot speak

These are Trump days, the devil’s in Trump days

 

La La La La La La La

Won’t you get off my neck

Oh momma please I need ya momma please

 

La La La La La La La

Please just get off his neck

These Momma’s want to see their sons again

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Right A Vote

(to the tune of “Kodachrome”)

 

When I think back on the elections when I was younger

They were fair or at least as fair could be

But Trump days came and changed things

And not changed for the better now

Justifying straight cheating as a means

 

Voting righ-igh-ights

We’ve got a way to exercise ‘em

Gives us a fighting chance

Makes you think and hope along for a brighter day, oh yeh

I got this right that’s still mine

Hasn’t yet been ta-ken away

But we gotta be protective when comes the day

 

But the games are afoot and have been for a while now

Whining fraud means they’ve already begun

We’ve heard the threats of magic powers, military presence

suppression it will come in a host of forms

 

Voting righ-igh-ights

We’ve got a way to exercise ‘em

Gives us a fighting chance

Makes you think and hope along for a brighter day, oh yeh

I got this right that’s still mine

Hasn’t yet been ta-ken away

But we gotta be protected when comes the day

 

Trump he wants to scare this voting right away

Given chance he’ll do anything for a trump day-ay

Donnie’s gonna su-press this voting right away

 

But Donnie can’t stop these voting rights

Though try he will with all his might

Mail yours in to push the right aw-ay-ay-ay

 

He’ll try and frighten you sit tight

To stay at home for fear of fight

But Donnie can’t take these voting rights away

 

To the Right cheating’s a normal day

It’s how they’ve always made their hay

It seems they don’t know any other way-ay-ay

 

But Donnie can’t shake our voting rights

He’ll whine and cry all day and night

But Trump can’t take your voting right away-ay-ay

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Gettin’ Late For Democracy

(to the tune of “Late In The Evening”)

 

The thing we got’s remember

As we lie scared in our beds

Is that there are things that we just have to do

 

Lethal orange self interest

That is ruling a corrupted roost

That doesn’t really care for a me or you-ou

 

It’s getting’ late for Democracy

Unless we find a way stay true-ue

 

We find ourselves at a crossroads now

Where truth is only framed a load

Of some angry liberal lying shit

 

We have incompetent’s at every spot

Who are really nothing more than sharks

Throwing chum for self as they try to clear the pool

 

It’s gettin’ late for democracy

Unless we really hit the mark

 

It is now we have to hit this mark

To walk in a less contentious park

But one where we are still allowed to breathe

 

It highlights a propagandist blight

An affront to everything that’s right

While pointing out the obvious of lies

 

It’s gettin’ late for democracy

Unless we can get this right

 

(break)

 

Need to fight William Low Barr

Who’s so corrupted rule of law

And thinks Prez is that one and only rule

 

He seems to feel there is no law

That Prez isn’t always above

To the detriment of a me and you

 

It’s getting’ late for Democracy

And that is ALLLL a me and you

 

(break)

 

Wanna set the record straight

Dismiss the talk of great

That isn’t what this is all about

Cause it’s obvious that ain’t the case now

 

Cries of fake a wheelhouse take

Of news that doesn’t rate

 

It doesn’t fit the narrative of state

 

 

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