Posted on February 16, 2022
I’m working on making better mixes. Here is what I believe will be a cleaner mix than the original:
I did change the song in several ways – to accommodate my “talk singing”. Its very interesting how music changes when you write for a singer (or a sprechgesanger like me). My friend and ex-bandmate Jeff warned me when I got back into music two years ago “A song is not a song unless it has lyrics and a singer”. Dick Dale would have disagreed, but I will say I finally agree with him today. I did not agree for the longest time.
I think an occasional instrumental is refreshing and needed for sure – but the main thing I learned with this exercise is that I had to work twice a long to “finish” the song – tighten it up – make the lyrics and music mesh just right, etc.
Now – this song is a sad-ish song – with a message of hope. I started thinking that we are just about out of this Covid era, and that maybe, just maybe, some of the lunacy that the US went through will fade away as people get downright giddy getting their lives back. People have very short attention spans.
Some of the tech companies put profit over our Democracy (two in particular) by giving the biggest phony “Profit Prophet” a social media platform that he used to dupe the 25 – 35% dumb fucks in America to basically go out of their mind. Luckily, Karma finally has arrived – Meta is tanking and The Profit Prophet clowns accounting firm has opened the Pandora’s box that will be this jerks downfall – and its way more of a downfall than anything political. Stay tuned – when the loans come due soon, and we start hearing about insurance fraud ….. But sadly, because of this jerk and the GOP, so many politicized their own survival and they paid the ultimate price.
I’m hoping that a lot of the lunacy was pandemic related. I am sure that if people can lighten up a bit – we could be on the steps of another “Roaring 20’s”. Today, we dropped the mask mandates here, and leading up to this day – the restaurants have been packed like the “good old / pre pandemic” days. Fingers crossed – and my next song will be a continuation of this “coming out of the darkness” trilogy I’m writing. Todays song is the darkest and most introspective.
Crazy times,social decay
Virtual reality, MetaWurst play
Money Prophets, distant people
Virtual things, void of feeling
Inhuman humans, monster cyborgs
Selling dreams, in online stores
Religion/Politics one in the same
The highest ratings wins the game
Social media, so anti social
US versus US, it's really woeful
I'd rather see sausage being made
Than hide behind a Virtual Vail
The more that we go virtual
The less human we are
We can save our souls
We can heal our scars
Posted on February 13, 2022
Now I lay me down to sleep
For the Bible tells me so
If you are a rich elite
Americas Streets are paved with gold
It doesn't matter what we think
Give us your poor and down trodden
America is ruled by those in the pink
America has become a big malarkey
Socialism for the rich Capitalism the poor
A ruling class oligarchy
Those with money mind the store
Lemmings one, lemmings all
Worship those in power
The rich get all the gold
The poor a golden shower
Posted on October 13, 2021
This little shit is one creepy dude . . .
Posted on October 3, 2021
Ah yes. Size. Common Sense. Yankee Ingenuity. These are things that even the less intelligent and less educated in the USA had up until some time in the last quarter century. And especially with our newfound Idiocracy. Oh well – sometimes “our freedoms” lead to Natural Selection and Darwin Awards. Nothing you can do about it. People have to learn the hard way. Some don’t.
Today’s song is my attempt at just Lap Steel and piano/synth-organ. I’m still a beginner at Lap Steel.
Now, the brain in the photo might be prominently featured in tomorrow’s Halloween 666 Special #5. The title will be killer. Stay tuned.
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
When they knock your door
They you must ignore
Keep it locked real tight
Until they're out of sight