Ya know I’ve found myself, over the last couple of years, to be prone to a parody tune or two, political stuff (minus the occasional things about cats peeing where they shouldn’t) the Orange Devil, going to hell in a handbasket, hypocrisy, authoritarian leanings, that kind of thing, obvious shit, things that for some reason I find necessary to point out because of being dumbfounded by that obviousness. Does anyone listen and should you see these things on your own accord without my poorly sung insistence? No and sure but not without disappointment.
I have though discovered one thing. I enjoy the fuck out of writing some new lyrics and the looking forward to singing whatever song is my latest project. Give me my little studio on a Friday night with personal obligations I don’t have, a pair of headphones, a knowing that my girls will survive if I’m a couple of hours late (though Mimi will remind of such when I do get home in that smokers sounding annoyed rasp of hers) and I’m all good. No one is going to read my straight right up rants, hell I wouldn’t read them myself, but with a bit of tune? Maybe.
I ran this one by my “Mikey likes it” or doesn’t like it friends earlier, a taste test if you Mikey will and I got thumbs up as opposed to another recent thing I sent them that didn’t even garner a late night cricket. Apparently they hate Neil Diamond. Can’t blame ’em I guess.
Anyway, something new here in the Attic. A take on the late 80’s classic “Crash” from the The Primitives.
“Oh shush Memes, I know, I’m late …”
Crush
Here we go, fucking fast
Must pass laws we hope’ll la-ast
Cause we know, in blatant show-ow
We can’t win with a vote’s honest go
So Stop, stop the polls
Shut some doors maybe clear the rolls
Make it rough, so no close ca-alls
We wanna make sure of a doubts no go
So re-strictions where there weren’t none
Enact new rules replace old ones
That worked just fine when it was we won
But when we didn’t there was clearly something wrong
Na na na na na na na na na
(we gotta crush the vote)
Na na na na na na na na na
(we gotta crush the hope)
Here they go, fucking fast
Chau-vin a martyr white bias cast
Say Maxine shut your mou-outh
Your words are a fire that’ll burn the town
But Trump words, were benign-nn
Hugs and kisses it was just sublime
It was really nothing be concerned
Only five dead and the cap riot didn’t earn
What libs will have us learn
No that was just a patriots turn
But now the Tuckers and the pundits churn
Will have believe verdicts real concern was burn
Chauvin’s martyr turn
Excuse for justice served
Na na na na na na na na na
(gonna crush the vote)
Na na na na na na na na na
(gonna crush the hope)
Na na na na na na na na na
(ignorance it is the show)
Na na na na na na na na na
(white nationals refuse the blow)
Na na na na na na na na na
(gonna crush the vote)
Na na na na na na na na na
(gonna crush the hope)
Na na na na na na na na na
(ignorance it is the show)
Mmmm hmmm
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