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
.
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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