Orchard Road ShowFire Throwing Clowns
Posted on September 10, 2021
I can’t help myself – the news just keeps getting more Dada and Surreal. And funny as all hell – in a creepy Halloween sort of way.
There was a story of a woman in Arizona who quit her job to work on the Fraudit. She asked if The National Guard could protect them from Black Lives Matter snipers and Fire Throwing Clowns.
Since MAGA is just a new Doomsday Cult (they literally are drinking the Ivermectin Kool Aid as they did in Jonestown), and so I thought what if they were like The Jahovas Witnesses, going door to door with their version of The Watchtower – no words, but a “Big Book of Donald” coloring book.
When MAGAT "Patriots" call
Be sure to lock your door
Their shirts are Kolored brown
They look for Kindred Klowns
They come to spread the news
Red Gospel to the Blues
Space lasers from the Jews
They seem to be confused
Their sycophantic lust
The vaccine they don't trust
Ivermectin or bust
Makes their bodies rust
Chorus
When they knock your door
They you must ignore
Keep it locked real tight
Until they're out of sight
The Ballad of Swanky Sweet
Posted on August 30, 2021
Well buoyed By Daddy's cash
Debutant of Nouveaux White Trash
Tis the tale of Swanky Sweet
A more privileged Maiden
You'll never meet
Husband is a cuckold putz
Convict father is quite the yutz
Just like father, just like son
New York con men on the run
They say that power doth corrupt
All their riches never enough
Empty souls in dire need
A sty of pigs slopped in greed
Chorus
Just like Scrooge
They count their coins
Line their pockets
Grease their loins
But unlike Dear Uncle Scrooge
There's no remorse,
No accounting
For this stinking brood
The Ugliest Of Ugly Americans
Posted on August 10, 2021
I wanted to try a psycho billy song, and I think I came close, and for some craziness, I added a Moog Theremini theremin. Its not often that a song could use a theremin. I will try to write a few more – this was huge fun, and I won’t ruin it by trying to sing or “sprechgesang”.
A little "love song"
He's a bloated
Fat orange pig
Worlds biggest phony
Even his wig
Spoiled brat weakling
Spoiled brat putz
When going gets tough
He hides like a schmuck
Yet he comes back
Like a bad hemorrhoid
Bobbing and squinting
Grifting's his ploy
Cons all his suckers
Takes all they're worth
Leaves them for dead
On his scorched earth
Racist and sexist
A self loving fool
Dumb as his spawn
His family jewels
All put together
Less than zero
Contributes to nothing
Nothing to show
Their day will come
And come it will soon
Karma is near
For this pack of goons
Laughing stock
Of the entire world
Their dimwit flag
About to unfurl
Jesus Ain’t Coming Back
Posted on August 8, 2021
I was listening to The Dead Country Radio Show and The Dead Roots Syndicate YouTube podcasts yesterday. These are great Alt-Country shows and you can hear the Johnny Cash “man in black” influence throughout the music – whether it be rockabilly, alt-country, bluegrass or some other hybrid sound. Just awesome. Kicks psycho billy up a notch or three…
I woke up (and with tongue firmly planted in cheek) wrote these lyrics. At 8 am I decided to try to write a song in 3 hours since I needed to go on a nice bike ride at 11. It is meant to be a song with dark humor – I’ve never been a protester, but I do try to be more creative about my feelings than just ranting – Lord knows there’s too much of that these days.
My all time psycho billy bands are:
The Cramps
The Gun Club
Blanche
Its an OK song – I’m pleased that I could get something recorded right away. What I would love is a lower voice singer, singing like Johnny Cash or one of the many cool groups on those podcast shows.
It was fun to make believe.
Jesus ain’t coming back
Cuz he never left
We’ve ruined heaven
And he’s bereft
We took Gods good green earth
And made it crack
Jesus ain’t coming back
Jesus ain’t coming back
He left on a Northbound train
We worship idle politicians
Antisocial media pain
We took Gods good green earth
And made it crack
Jesus ain’t coming back
Jesus ain’t coming back
There’s just too much to fix
God said “they broke it, they bought it”
We’ve opened the door marked 666
We took Gods good Green earth
And made it crack
Jesus ain’t coming back
Homeward Bound
Posted on July 2, 2021
I’ve had a great two first weeks on the new job. It’s everything I’d hope for – actually even a bit better, if that’s possible.
Todays song is a bit drone, dirge and full of melancholy because it was written in a minor key. I’ll have to share how I came up with this – its a totally new way for me as far as writing a song. Every now and then I like to break out of the “3 minute pop song mold”. Its just a little experiment, but these experiments are how I learn and improve . . .
I did write some lyrics to match the tone. Its a reflection on how that bastard crook Dump family almost ruined America, and how for the first time in 4 years I feel great on July 4th. I’m declaring my independence from the Dump Crime Family – as their business has been indicted, and as each slimeball in that family will get their turn.
Let this be the funeral dirge for a dead and decaying Dump Crime Family Business. This is the icing on the cake after that scam bag lost the election.
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