Walkin’ Tow’rds Ruin

(to the tune of Smash Mouth “Walkin’ On The Sun”)

Day 14 now of a Trump parody a day (for 17 days) until the election.

I thought earlier in the week that it would be cool to have one new tune amid my parody re-posts. Thus … 

At this point wear a mask, keep some distance in line and vote. 

(originally posted here in the Attic now, October 31, 2020)

 

Walkin’ Tow’rds Ruin

It’s a dark joke

That’s been played on a nation badly choked

From four years long taking cues

From a one who’s morally broke

Who’s main regard has been for only his own good

Who sees democracy a system to game as only he could  

 

But he’s a-fraid now that we just might want it back

In this time now where we can choose a brand new track  

Where we throw him under curb like any too tired trash

We got the rights to stand in line

With little circles decline

 

So have your say

Sane future says just please vote to sway

To make a point that says “hey”

4 years remorse finds it’s day

To make a brand new real choice

Remind all you have voice

Before there’s more sad way where we keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

 

Four hellish years ago

Some Russians they did break out

On their keyboards they did speak out

Of the glories of Trump

 

While others they did some back chan-nel election talk 

Even in person some made sure that all involved would concur

 

Then the denials came

A witch hunt he exclaimed

You know that I was bugged

By Obama and his thugs

I am the victim here ya now let me make that clear

I might be Time’s victim of the year cover’s right heeeeere

 

So have your say

Sane future says just please pick to sway

To make a point that says “hey”

4 years remorse finds it’s day

To make a brand new real choice

Remind all you have voice

Before there’s more sad way where we’ll keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

 

Break

 

It’s a dark joke

When the SCOTUS you do try to yoke

To yield to partisan hand intention not even cloaked

This intention to abuse should you somehow come to lose

An Amy Coney Barrett to play just another new fool

 

Plus su-press now using any Trumpy tack

For the mail su-stained Trump & Barr attack

Or fight post-election counts that must never sway

There’s a kitchen sink of shit to now get thrown in the waaaaay

 

So have your say

Sane future says just please vote to sway

To make a point that says “hey”

4 years remorse finds it’s day

To make a brand new real choice

Remind all you have a voice

Before there’s more sad way where we keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

 

Where we just keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

Where we just keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

Where we just keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

Where we just keep walkin’ tow’rds ruin

 

 

It’s A Trump World We’re F****d And We Know It (And I Feel Stein)

(to the tune of R.E.M.’s “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine))”

Day 13 now of a Trump parody a day (for 17 days) until the election and going back almost 2 years now to one of my first parody endeavors, a stab at “It’s The End Of The World …”

It’s a little rough in spots and my singin’ and production have gotten better since, but still, it’s fun and lyrically I think it’s pretty damn good.

(originally posted here in the Attic January 19, 2019)

 

 

It’s A Trump World We’re F****d And We Know It (And I Feel Stein)

Not great it starts with a Trumpquake
Snakes breed Snakes, a new filled swamp,
Kanye West should be afraid

Lies form a hurricane, listen to his bluster churn
Trump serves his own needs, asks you of your loyal deeds
Speed them up a notch, ring, blind, bow, kiss, no
Safety net you splatter with the lies of the right,
Downright dumpster fire only help that you can hire must be true
True to sire’s white combat house
Democracy is burning in a hurry but there’s truthies Breathing out real news

Trumpy team believers baffled, truth, sends their world stop
Must send blame…anger…hate

Uh oh, info flow, population, cannot know
What Trump’ll do to lie to self, save himself
Trump serves his own needs watches as a country bleeds
Tells you he’s been God sent a chorus of the right, leans right
You hypocritic Patriotic 5 time dodge
But You’re feelin’ pretty white

It’s a Trump world we’re fucked and we know it
It’s a Trump world we’re dumb and we show it
It’s a Trump world he won and we blew it
And I feel Stein

5 am, Fox and Friends, a Trumpy Street day begins
Lefty burns, return, always loves himself in turn
Throw him in a big parade, bombs bursting, flags wilting
Every truth a danger now, lies must escalate
Build a fire, blame the fire, ride horse, shoot horse
Trample on a flag’s trust use it as a prop must
Wrap himself in fake’s lust
Call the news the bad trust
Repeated calls, chilling calls, calling of their “lies”
He offers no solutions, only state news fake productions and I decline

It’s a Trump world we’re fucked and we know it
It’s a Trump world we’re dumb and we show it
It’s a Trump world he won and we blew it
And I feel Stein …

And I feel Stein

It’s a Trump world we’re plucked and we’re naked
It’s a Trump world we somehow let him take it
It’s a Trump world we’re blind and we hate it
And I’m not mine

In daylight we de-cide whether we should fight or hide
Try to turn the tide,
GIVE THE TRUTH A RIDE,
Martin King, George Carlin, real news, Protest party, bubblegum, apple pie, Grandma, Ellis Island,  Symbiotic, realistic slam dunk humans?
We’re right…Right?

It’s a Trump world we’re fucked and we know it
It’s a Trump world we’re dumb and we show it
It’s a Trump world he won and we blew it
And I feel Stein .

It’s a Trump world we’re fucked and we know it
It’s a Trump world we’re dumb and we show it
It’s a Trump world he won and we blew it
And I feel Stein

It’s a Trump world we’re plucked and we’re naked
It’s a Trump world we somehow let him take it
It’s a Trump world we’re blind and we hate it
And I’m not mine

It’s a Trump world we’re fucked and we know it
(TRUMP SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME IN JAIL)
It’s a Trump world we’re dumb and we show it
(TRUMP SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME IN JAIL)
It’s a Trump world he won and we blew it
(TRUMP SHOULD SPEND SOME TIME IN JAIL)
And I feel Stein ……(fading)

Me And Covid Down By The Schoolyard

(to the tune of Paul Simon’s “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard”)

Day 12 of my Trump parody a day endeavor until the election. I started on the 18th so it’ll be 17 days, 17 parodies by election day (yes, I have the material, believe me. I’ve been busy paying attention and feeling tuneful).

Another Paul Simon here and a bit of a Covid take.

Also another of my favorites.

(originally posted here in the Attic July 18, 2020)

 

 

Me and Covid 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?…..

These Are Trump Days

(to the tune of “Those Were The Days” – Mary Hopkin 1968)        

The 11th day now of posting one of my Trump parody tunes every day (for 17 days) until the election. 

Went back a ways for this tune.

This was also a tough one as I wrote it at the time of George Floyd’s murder and the protests that followed.

(originally posted in the Attic here June 6, 2020)

 

 

 

(for George)

These Are Trump 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 nec

Oh momma please I need ya momma please

 

La La La La La La La

Please just get off his neck

These mommas want to see their sons again

Being For The Benefit Of All That’s White (And A Moscow Mitch)

(to the Beatles “Being For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite)

Day 10 of a Trump parody tune a day for 17 days until the election.

Sticking with the Beatles today and one on Trump rallies from a year ago.

(originally posted at Frankenberry’s Attic @ Blogspot August 8, 2019)

 

 

Being For The Benefit Of All That’s White (And A Moscow Mitch) 

For the benefit of all that’s white

We’ll re-visit Nuremberg tonight

So gather round

Fox pundits they will gladly share

Masking bias they no long-ger care

Cage the brown

And four congresswomen we’ll chant send back

Accusing them of being on attack

In this way Trumpy D he poisons the well

 

The ignorance of this Trump D

Rallies at a furious speed to gather base

The Tucker’s Hannitys are there

Fox and Friends as well don’t care, lets bring the hate

His lapdogs blindly follow suit

Justify his words or just hit mute

And of course Mitch’s elephant dances the worst

………………………………..

The white takes hold at half past black

Un-American the tried true tack

Let’s send them back

He’ll propagate a fantasy, new histry’s order

On favorite stage, he’s got a knack

It’s 2 plus years of prep-a-ration

To induce separation of this Klan

And tonight Trumpy D he’ll go for the kill

………………………………..

(For the benefit of all that’s white

Mitch blocked a bill to try and right

Our voting plight

The Russians he invites back in

Others please come join the din

Truth take flight

A complicit GOP it plans to benefit

Renewed elector’l hack

Free-dom suffers elephant’s wrath

A planned whackety whackety whackety whackety whaaack

Their treason’s always on the attack)

 

Trump D’s Golden Scepter

 

(to the tune of “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer)

Day 9 of a Trump parody tune a day until the election (I started last Sunday the 18th).

A most bestest of friend of mine (yeh, I said most bestest … what of it?) who I sent a rough draft of this, texted me to complain of an ear worm. Apologies I said, but, selfishly, I’m all good with complaints of an ear worm. I’ll take that as a compliment to some of my endeavor’s annoying stick-in-the-headedness.

Though I’ve posted my collection of Beatles/Trump tunes from the last year or so, The Orange Album, it seems that wasn’t the last of Beatles pieces. 

This one is fun.

Tap a toe if you’d like.

(originally posted February 15, 2020)

 

 

Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Don wasn’t quizzical

It seemed to him illogical

To find truth that leaves no doubt

Don’t allow intelligence in this

Hou-hou-hou-house

 

He hid his shortcomings

In wordy salad long goings

He makes no sense at all

But staff always picks up the messy dropped word

Ba-a-a-all

 

But just then that damn press it drops by

To point out all his lies

 

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Came down upon their heads

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Would threaten them be dead

 

Back at podium

He sings his tried true stratagem

Of playing victim’s card

Dem’s they are just mean

As you all have

See-ee-ee-een

 

He tells ‘merica

Believe Mob King Republica

Vindicated now

And those who don’t agree will pay dearly

And how-ow-ow-ow

 

The swamp’s tides getting much stronger now

So he paddles up with no mind

 

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Comes down upon our heads

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Dissension will be dead

 

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Would turn us all to red

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Loyalty it must be bred

 

His senate they are all in line

Claiming everything is fine

Dem’s are those to blame

Future now an easier despot

Ga-a-a-ame

 

Lindsey and lackey crows

Talk around with Fox News shows

Espousing all the lies

While Mitch hopes to continue with Russian

Tie-i-i-ies

 

And the GOP laughs right in our face

As the Trump tries to force blind

 

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Held high above our heads

(doo doo doo doo)

Bang! Bang! Trump D’s Golden Scepter

Propaganda’s never dead

whoa whoa whoa whoa!

 

(doo doo doo doo)

 

Golden Scepter

 

Ding Ding

You Can Call Me King

(to the tune of Paul Simon’s “You Can Call Me Al”)

And on the 8th day the Lord said “shit, I’m working harder than I thought” …

Day 8 of a Trump parody a day until the election, a re-posting of some of my tunes that I started this past Sunday.

Re-visiting Paul Simon and another one of my faves.

I’m a fan of the “Na Na’s”.

(originally posted March 7, 2020)

You Can Call Me King

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

Baby General’s Golden Black Heart’s Band / Sky’s Orange When You’ve Got Blind Friends

(to the tune of Sergeant Pepper)

Day 7 of 17 days worth of Trump parody tunes until the election.

(Originally posted at Frankenberry’s Attic @ Blogspot – 06-30-19)

 

Baby General’s Golden Black Heart’s Band / Sky’s Orange When You’ve Got Blind Friends

It was two plus years ago today

That baby general came to have his say

In a propagandist fascist style

With his lies he’d go the extra mile

He’d hammer them unto the red

IQ’s regressing in his stead

Baby general’s golden black heart’s band

 

We’re baby general’s golden black heart’s band

We play you all ya need to know

Baby general’s golden black heart’s klan

The torches are only for show

Baby general’s cor-rupt

Baby general’s morally

Baby general’s bankrupt black heart’s band

 

There’s nothing to be seen here

Just back room in the know

There’s such important work be done

Now won’t you all just pray with us

We love it when you’re dumb

 

We don’t want you to be in the know

But we make you feel you’re in the show

Keep you happy swimming in the glow

Helps suck you in the undertow

Now let us to present to you

The sad and lonely Orange years

Baby general’s golden black heart’s band

 

Trump D’s victim’s tears…

 

What would you say if I sang you a lie

So obvious you can’t deny?

But you take it and then get to singin’ along

Cause re-ality it don’t apply

 

Oh, the sky’s purple when you’ve got blind friends

Mmm it’s any color when the truth gets bent

Mmm the sky’s orange is the new message sent

 

What would you say if I filled you with hate

Gave you an enemy you could detest

Locked them away less than human they’re caged

As you lend deaf ear to mankind’s rage

 

Oh, the sky’s black to go along with blue

Mmm your hu-manity now shares that hue

Mmm your sold souls invent a diff-er-ent view

 

Could you think you need saving?

That will surely come bust

Do you need to get praying?

But only to an orange need’s lust

 

Where will we be when sad histr’y holds true

(do you re-alize that there’s a cost?)

It’s measured in lives deemed be less than they be

(can you jus-tify the ones we toss?)

 

Oh you get by when smallish minds stay small

Mmm to think more’s an order way too tall

Ooohh there’s no longer a sure one for all

 

Do you feel the en-emy’s breath

(when it’s their last just at our door-step)

Does it feel sad em-powerin’

(to de-value them as he has pled)

 

Oh you get by when it’s a think of group

Mmm it’s much eas’r in an ignorance troupe

Mmm you ‘splain why but only in a vacuum

Yes you get by

Believin’ nationalist lies

You’re just a means to his end

Aaaahhhh

Karen’s Been Triggered

(to the tune of “Eleanor Rigby” with lyrics by Rick Cross)

Day 6 of a Trump parody tune a day till the election that started this past Sunday.  17 days worth.

Eleanor Rigby is one of my favorite Beatles tunes and, with my initial thought with these parodies to build an “album’s” worth of Beatles songs Eleanor Rigby certainly came to mind as a song subject, but I was afraid I could never hit the “Ahhh’s” so I didn’t even try.

Then my buddy Rick, a buddy of more than 30 years now dating back to our time at WVU when he was the editor of the school newspaper and I was some grad student stranger who approached him with an idea for regular humor column about two off center fictional WVU students and best pals and their adventures on campus. I knew I liked him when he didn’t laugh me out of his office for just walking in off the street to ask for a  column. That column ended up working out pretty well, along with our friendship. 

Anyway, not too long ago he sent me some lyrics he’d written to Eleanor Rigby. They were perfect for our troubled and maddening times.  After giving him the thumbs up at words well done I thought to take a “singing” stab at it, hell he did the hard part right? All I had to do was actually see if I could hit the “Ahhh’s”

(originally posted May 16, 2020)

Note: The sad #’s in this were from the time it was written. They obviously have gotten so much sadder.

 

Karen’s Been Triggered

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…

It Was A Dead Day

(to the tune of Paul Simon’s “The Boy In The Bubble”)

Day 5 of a Trump parody a day for 17 days until the election. Decided in my sanity saving fun that I came to like Paul Simon tunes after doing  a version of “You Can Call Me Al” (another of my parody faves that will be included here before done). There’s a bounce to them and who doesn’t like a good bounce? A version of “Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard” will also be in the mix to come. 

But anyway, here is a “Boy In The Bubble” take.

(originally posted in the Attic May 23, 2020)

 

 

It Was A Dead Day

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 …