Saying Things (recent songs compilation)

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

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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

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Adam … go away will ya? … busy here

You’re messing with my tiny mojo

No, God ain’t looking

D’ya think he cares?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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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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

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Don’t go back to Trumpville
Don’t go back to Trumpville
Don’t go back to Trumpville
And waste our future years

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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

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Don’t go back to Trumpville
Don’t go back to Trumpville
Don’t go back to Trumpville
And waste our future years

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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 

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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

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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

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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

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Heroes to the left of us

Fascists to the right

There we’ll be

Stuck in democracy’s fight

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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

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Oh!

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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

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They say

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Repubs

Their thoughts

Take sides

Despots

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

BB In The Sun (I was boy, you were car)

Goodbye to you my BB friend

You came along when I needed you just then

Get out Durango money pit

Its maintenance was causing fits

Seemed every five was on a lift

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Goodbye to you my BB friend

My discontinued Scion to the end

Until that woman tried to turn

Left leaving you then to be burned

Up on the sidewalk you were turned

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I was boy you were car

Together we went near and far

You got me also to and fro

And even sometimes back and forth

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You were shaped just like a box

Thumbing your nose at whole S-U-V flock

If you’re in school they would make fun

But you wouldn’t care at all

Away with me from them you’d go

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You were color of decency

Looked it up your color blue-ish green

Who’d a known of such a thing

Teal it was named after a bird

We flew together like that bird

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I was boy you were car

Together we went near and far

You got me also to and fro

And even sometimes back and forth

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You were car I was boy

Stick shift you were my real joy

Just were careful on small hills

Drifting back could meet a grill

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Thought you must then sure have a name

Something to call you then I could exclaim

When idiots they pissed us off

On the road as drivers will

Even in the end idiots still

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I went with Teal and you a box

TB I thought but braked hard on that thought

TB yeah that would be awkward

BB instead it was to be

Blue close enough and box you he

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I was boy you were car

Together we went near and far

You got me also to and fro

And even sometimes back and forth

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You were car I was boy

Stick shift you were my real joy

Just were careful on small hills

Drifting back could meet a grill

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All our days we had fun

We even rocked under the sun

Open windows loud in song

Though traffic never sang along

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I was boy you were car

Together we went near and far

You got me also to and fro

And even sometimes back and forth

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