Hi and welcome to the Attic, I'm Frankenberry of said Blog Title and I write of just my everyday here, sometimes funny, sometimes heartfelt, sometimes angry, sometimes funny again because, well, who don't like funny, thoughts on getting older and sometimes stuff that's just kinda shit. I pen and sing the occasional parody tune and other songs, sometimes I even get a little bit poetic or short story-etic or something like that. If you're joining me here I thank you, but just mind your head and feet and keep an eye out for my little Bella and Cricket The Blind as well as the memories of Raspberry (Razzy), Mimi the Quirky, of Blink The Lil' Kit, Grayson the Mighty, Shoes the Big Orange, Shana-Girl, Benny Good Man Benny Brown, Merlin & Bob. Wouldn't want you step on them or anything … 'cause then I might just have to throw you down the stairs … damned humans.
A year or so ago an old WVU friend, Rob, posted on Facebook a little minute of him just pluckin’ away on guitar, a quick instrumental, and, on hearing it, I thought “Heck, I could, should, write a few words to this” So I did. Came out kinda nice. It was short, just that minute or so and he approved of my take. It was pretty cool.
Then recently he posted, again, another instrumental, pluck pluck pluck, very bluesy just as with the first one. This one though was 3 minutes and change and I thought well, I could do this again, just with a little more time to work with.
And with it being the bluesy thing that it was I thought “Well, the devil just might be involved as the devil, he’s all about the blues”
So another take then on another Rob thing.
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
Ok, I am going to stretch here just to get to where I want to go, which is to eventually re-visit my version of a Melanie tune from a year ago because it still works and stuff needs be reminded … plus, I got nothin’.
My good buddy Rick, a lifelonger just minus the first 18 years or so (though I’m sure he would have gotten along famously with those first 18 or so) posted this beyond troubling meme to his Facebook page a couple of days ago, a one whose facts we troublingly know too well …
… to which I replied …
Sadly, none of the current Facebook response circle emoji’s really cut it here. I don’t wanna Like it or Love it or Care for it or Laugh at it (as this shit ain’t funny … well it is, but in a tragically sad comic bang my head bloody against the stupid until I am moved to the “soft room” in the wing that people only whisper about or OOOOOH it like “Whoaaa?” this is some sort of surprise, or be Saddened by it as that is just too obvious or Anger at it as that is more obvious still.
No, and I know there are emoji’s that can convey this, but we need an additional circle added here to the Facebook response choices, a “What the Fuck!?” emoji circle, one specifically designed for this current administration or just in general really, one that doesn’t just say “What the Fuck!?” but is understood to say, instead, “What the Fuck U Boxes of Rocks?!” while also implying apologies to Boxes of Rocks everywhere for dragging them into this conversation at all and unfairly associating them here as their “intelligence” far outweighs anything we see on a daily … and they are rocks (sorry, again, no slight intended Rocks … “None taken, we’re rocks, we get it” … cool).
Ok, this all a little too involved, but ya know what, maybe that’s it. A new response emoji circle, not a “What the Fuck!?” but one that is just a confused looking Rock, like a pet one from back in the 70’s that wondered just what the hell you were doing (appreciate the comfy bed of straw an’ all but I’m a rock). Plus, boxes of rocks need be paid their due as they have unknowingly really stepped up their game for the comparisons these days.
… and then there were texts to my sister of pictures of cats and even texts to my nephew Matt of pictures of cats … and that one cool pic of an old ruby red muscle Mustang that I saw at the grocery store on way my home Friday night, stopping for some cat litter and a twelve pack and a dried out dozen wings for dinner, that I missed taking a pic of (though I would at least tell him about it)
… and then I would go on and on and on about what pissed me off on a production guy Friday to either of them or even to cats (there is always something by the way, to piss you off, as a production guy, on a production guy Friday that you can tell Sisters or Nephews or cats about when you get home).
… and then it was to taking pictures of cats while sitting in bathrooms who were wanting for company and marveling at that new clean shower curtain you bought at Dollar General a day earlier, the one that wasn’t trying to become it’s own ecosystem, finally (though the old’s former rainbow of colors were quite pretty).
… and then you would get to that version of that Melanie tune from a year ago and feel like you’d accomplished something even though you had nothin’ other than that old Melanie tune you started with and were stretching this post for to get to, but one that still works.
So “Brand New Trump Key” … a re-visit then it is.
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Brand New Trump Key
I rode my motorcade to your city last night
To spin some lies and give you all such a fright
To harp on victim-like and rail conspiracies
I know you trust me know I’m just what you need
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Well, I’ve got brand new world in mind here now
Take heart my unhinged screed
I’ll be proven right my ranting now
You just need to wait and see
I know what you need it’s a Donnie me
A fascist change of scene
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Well, I’ve got a brand new world in mind here now
It just ain’t democracy
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I ride my plan of year twenty of twenty five
I got my dee-scipes proving be worthy scribes
Of new world order in these United States
If you don’t subscribe you’ll surely be less than great
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Oh yeah
Hah hah hah hah
Oh you will face my wrath
Hah hah hah hah
Oh yeah yeah yeah you’ll wish you hadn’t said that
Thought to go back to something from a couple of years ago.
Originally a response to Ron DeSantis and his Ron dreamy land baron remembrances and his attempts at rewriting history, but, as the always obvious continues to become even more always obvious now, there is this and example of how honest, truthful and critical thought can fade given the right condemnation and empowered white grievance.
To The Fixx “One Thing Leads To Another”
The deception some white folks
Is want present false history
State by state they pass laws now
To hinder what kids can and cannot read
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Just to protect them they claim
From truths about black and white
But when some books shed light
Difference wrong and right
That aren’t white enough they balk and they say
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We’ll teach history no mention of trees
Oh when
One white leads to another
We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then
One white leads to another
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The intention is to
Teach alternate washed whitey tales
Where there wasn’t a time then
Where justice judged with far different scales
It wasn’t baked into fabric since a father’s slave day
Where ownership was the way
But when an academic thought critiques that it’s never changed
They just ban CRT while they exclaim then
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Teach history as only we can see
One white leads to another
We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then
One white leads to another
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
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One white one one white leads to another
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Indoctrination is their fear into liberal ideology
That kids might fall not wanting them to
To learn now how to actually think free
Hear opinions both sides even some they disagree
Can’t have them thinking that way
‘Cause if critical thought questions white supremacy
Indoctrinate instead with our own theories
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We’ll teach history as only it can be
One white leads to another
We’ll point out wrongs in history’s long stories gone and then
One white leads to another
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
— One white, one, one white, leads to another (One white another) One white, one, one white, can’t teach of others (One white another)
One white, one, one white, empowered white brothers (One white another) One white, one, one white Liberty mothers (One white another)
Been a bit for a So Then Sunday here where I just repost something because …
One: because I like it and came about it on another sleepless weekend writing new or just scrolling old stuff.
Two: because I’m just fucking lazy and ain’t got shit.
Plus The Trump Circus and Hit The Road Facts have me feeling back in the game a bit and I thought “why not” an older one and take a bit of a break?
So a “So Then Sunday” then.
I was also just bored and already had my headphones on after slipping down the rabbit hole of some cat and dog rescue videos. Just tryin’ to pull myself from out of the furry happy tearful abyss … but they are such cute stories … come back to us Steve …
This one is from January of last year and a response to the silliness of a “God Made Trump” video, genuine or parody or not.
It still works (nothing time specific) and I just love it ’cause it’s a shitload of words and fast.
Earlier this week there was an opinion piece at the Washington Post (yes, I still hold onto my subscription, knee bending, ring kissing, weak spined weasel Jeff Bezos notwithstanding as this section of the paper still has actual opinions and hasn’t been forced to acquiesce just yet) that asked the question of James Comer, Chairman of the House Oversight Committee, why he hadn’t sought to investigate the corruption of Trump like he tried to do so fruitlessly and embarrassingly with Joe Biden for so long and so hard?
“The Biden Crime Syndicate” he extolled at the time with no hint of irony or projection or proof.
The piece was presaged on the notion that he would have a MUCH stronger case now to make for actual corruption charges of the nation’s highest office, just with Trump instead.
Well, of course, we all know the answer to that.
Crickets … (sorry, my dear Cricket the cat, don’t mean to drag you into the political fray by cliche sound effect association).
It was a bit of a week in Frankenland, yes, simple radio commercial/podcast producer guys have those too, not that that is a thing you think about for comparison, but it was a bit of a week nonetheless.
All I wanted to do at the end of it was to just sit, as I have mentioned before, just sit. Though I realize there are many things that are better and healthier than just sitting, like anything other than just sitting, maybe line dancing on a Wednesday night with Kacey and the girls, or tennis with unfound friends at that country club back when, when they declined my application for what I don’t know (Hey! that was just once and Mrs Wagaman’s rose bushes grew back just fine the next year thank you! No, I didn’t know her husband was the chairman of the country club board) I did though get a kiss from THE most popular girl in school courtesy of a few rose bushes (I think, memory gets a bit hazy right around then) and in front of people! PEOPLE! (still hazy) and screw you, I didn’t play tennis anyway.
I wanted to only do just that, sit, damning the possible healthy of a walk but not damning the computer chair with a cat on a lap.
But one of the things I like to do in this just sitting is to put my headphones on, the one’s only held right ear together now with spit and duct tape (a bit scratchy and sticky and wet but workable) and listen to some of my stuff, my old parodies to see if they still stand, which of course they do, just dated, I mean he hasn’t really changed all that much other than being more empowered in his authoritarian dreams.
Anyway, I also did do some tunes then that weren’t the doom and gloom of an orange.
I figured at the time to branch out and get my head out of the morass (see what I almost did there?)
This was one of my first and and a long time favorite still (also another I did at the time, We Let Billy Drive The Car). Just something to an instrumental I had found and the remembering of old girlfriends.
It is something I have posted and re-posted before but why not again?
Hell, this shit is mine and so is this blog so …
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She Said (Old T-shirt Song)
She said where have you been because ya seem lost
Feel like I’m living a fever dream but at what cost
Where you’re here one day then gone the next is this a test
I’m even wearing that old T-shirt that you liked the best
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But is it yours or mine I’m not quite sure
Did I even one time even know this band I forget the tour
Found it on the floor newly washed I’m sure I think it’s yours
But you’re somewhere gone I think I must report you lost
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We used to be on page in the same book
And you would give me looks to make me bend around with you
And send me stars as dots to connect of how you and I were them
Until we reached the moon no lookin’ back just … postcards to send
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She said we sillied with the best of them
Made others envy green when they couldn’t contend with us they bled
That green and not just in the month of March is what they jigged
You’d make us angry year round if we could only ever be mad at you …
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But you’re missing now … she said
What’s happened to you … where is your head
But you’re missing now … she said
What place do you go … one that isn’t our stead
You’re missing now … she said
Is it a place where I can bring you back now from the dead
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I guess this T-Shirt’s mine now is what she says
I think I might just even have to wear it to bed
But not with thoughts of you if that’s somehow in your head
No I won’t be wearin’ it long … that’s what he said
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No it’ll hit the floor running as he gives me looks
To bend around with him in writing pages fresh book
And he sends me new stars on new trips to the moon
Ya know I have been Jonesin’ for the longest time now to get to a new tune, doesn’t matter what, a parody maybe for these current fucked up times, maybe something that rhymes with tariff or Canada or Greenland or King or Vlad or Orban or other small minded little men dictators or ethnic cleansing for a new Riviera or muck Musk muck about with self interest the priority and conflicts be damned even those in China (don’t worry, I can police myself, even in China he says while snaking for China) a something to a cool instrumental I’ve found, maybe, with original lyrics in tow, possibly from a recent poem or short story, something silly even, anything, but I hadn’t quite found a comfy enough studio space in the new digs just yet with a tall enough chair … don’t ask, it’s a thing.
But I did find one.
To “Hit The Road Jack” then.
Hit the Road Facts
Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
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Wha’d Zuck say?
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Hit the road facts, time to show you the door, the door, the door, the door
Hit the road facts we, don’t need ya round here no more
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Ol’ Zucky, Ol’ Zucky don’t treat facts so mean
You’re a coward t’wards the truth like we’ve never seen
If you say facts must go, we’ll prioritize speech ya know
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What’s that?
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Hit the road facts, with a barker in tails magaphone and black magic rabbit hat
Hit the road facts and don’t ya Zuck ‘round no more
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Wha’d right saaaay?!!
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Hit the road facts, true lies’ll have a brand new day and say and sway the way
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
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Now baby listen baby this is newest Reich way
Won’t be stifled by the left who hold lies at bay
Don’t care if they do ‘cause we know the real truth
It’s what we decide, don’t need no sleuth
instead in this brand new age, we’ll paint facts just as we say
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That’s right!
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Hit the road facts, and now it’s your time to act, to act, to act, to act
Hit the road facts and throw some money in that hat
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Wha’d you saaaay!!??
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Hit the road facts, we’ve reached a new judgment day, this day, no other way
Hit the road facts, ya best get new truths all straight
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Hit the road facts, and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
Hit the road facts and don’t ya come back no more
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Now Donnie ol’ Donnie and executive O’s
He’ll decree a new future with his MAGA in throes
He’ll rename Gulf’s of Mexico
With a straight face ain’t that beautiful Oh!
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Hit the road facts, the truth’ll no longer know where’s it’s at, where it’s at, where it’s at
Hit the road facts and don’t bother tippin’ your cap
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Hit the road facts, an Autocrat’ll tell ya his truth, his truth, his truth, his truth
Hit the road facts, cause democracy he wants lose
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Now baby baby baby there’s a billionaire class
Who trip over themselves to lipstick his ass
They even paid for the right to grovel new Reich
Hoping keep good his side not dogs he might strike
‘Cause that’s just the new way
Truth’ll have a forced holiday
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That’s right!
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Hit the road facts and got’s keep this all straight, all straight, all straight, all straight
Hit the road facts while he makes liberty quake
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Hit the road facts and don’t ya check back no more, no more, no more, no more
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