Autocratic Dreamin’ (song

Since my move up the Albany way here (Schenectady) back in August, I’ve been a pretty happy fella. I get to actually see my Sis on a daily basis which is huge as when it comes to the best of peoples and best of friends you can’t top my Sis, she is a sanity for me when sanity can seem to be a bit elusive, not just phone calls from Lilly when I was first allowed the 21st century and how cool phone calls from behind the wheel could be …

“You’re calling me from your car again aren’t you?”

“Yep”

“Do you have anything relevant or pressing to talk to me about?”

“Nope”

“Hanging up now … and eyes on the road by the way brother”

“Gotcha”

… and I get to hang with my nephews for conversations at the dining room table or at the living room couch I would never have had otherwise, however briefly, and wonder of how cool they is and remembrances of when I was also 18 or 24 years old and was my own cool “is” ssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzx (hold on … cat … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz tired too girlfriend, but not right now kid, working here Cricket) but there is one thing I miss from my before here days. My production studio on a Friday night and working new lyrics and new sings to whatever my latest song parody might be.

Now, not that I couldn’t still do my studio thing but that was always just a half hour home. It’s two hours now, and when the end of a Friday comes it’s, well, a Friday and I just end up being too tired to spend an extra hour or so singin’ and editin’ and then add that commute, so I’ve been searching my older tunes as tired should still be no excuse for points not made, though I ookkkkkkkkkknjm (sorry, cat again) …

… though I have a lot of them, a lot of tunes, points, songs, a shitload actually, to still keep up with as things always need be said, even ones already spoke and sung, my parodies, as they are important to me, and find those that are still somewhat relevant, things not overly dated, though Trump is kind of easy that way. He hasn’t changed. He is still a word salad doom and gloom just worse, we’re in the crapper, watch them there immigrants, will steal your silver from right out under your nose, or your job, or your pets and here’s a bunch of made up shit to back that up, no one can save you from imagined despair like me yadda yadda yadda. It’s been on spin for four years and repeated by his blue eyed snake sidekick along with cries of steal and refusals to admit he lost and unwarranted white grievance and promised allusions to future times of freedom and liberty that only he can provide though he and Vance’s definition of liberty is skewed authoritarian and is decidedly not free, Un-American, no matter what Elon or Leon and all his money might say.

So back from August of ’22 and one that can still stand, no time old sensitive or dated.

Like I said, shit hasn’t changed.

To the Mamas and the Poppas “California Dreamin’”

So back from August of ’22 and one that can still stand, no time old sensitive or dated.

Like I said, shit hasn’t changed.

To the Mamas and the Poppas “California Dreamin’”