We continue to suffer for His sins

As much as I try so hard to keep politics out of my blogs – my art has been in “Resistance Mode” for 3 1/2 years. My challenge – to myself – has been to try and take the lesson we learn from Monster Trump as a Future Warning – and then cast that lesson as either and echo of some religious book of knowledge (aka “Religious Screed”), or somehow cast the moral of the story to a fable or fairy tale. 

Todays Sermon – from on High in my Garage Recording Studio (“man cave”) is from Jimmy Cliff:

“The Harder They Come, The Harder They Fall”.  The “twist” is that Power is a Drug – injected into the veins – creates Monsters of Epic Proportion. 

King of Kings

The king of kings
We suffer for your sins
But you keep on sinnin’
And you keep on grinnin’

Nailed by the king
Gold spike in your arm
You say it’s alright
It can do no harm

Celebrity life
You had it all
One bad move …
You lost it all

Chorus

Its lonely at the top
You’re gunnin’ for the long haul
The higher you are
The farther you fall

Who Will Save Us From Ourselves?

I have always liked The Fall, and so I decided to try to write a Fall-ish sounding song.

The Fall were always that band that had that “something” and where they used repetition in a way no other band I know used – and more than just got away with it. Of course, Mark E. Smith and his vocals / delivery and lyrics are probably something that I’ll bet were taken for granted – and now that I have at least made an attempt – I think I do know why some have called him a genius.

He passed away January 2018, but he did leave an impressive catalog and legacy.

There’s potatoes in the north
Bugger off at all costs

There’s a bad president
He was not heaven sent

There’s a plague in the world
It will make your blood curl

There’s a racist police state
Helping keep America Great

There’s a Q in Anon
Cuz the followers like to be conned

There’s a priest in the news
Exposed himself in the pews

There’s a kid in a cage
Stoking fires of outrage