Haters Hoedown

Its summer time
And you know what
Kick your neighbor
In the nuts

Pick your partners
Choose them well
Everyone else
Can go to hell

Haters Hoedown
White National Pride
Hunt down Congress
Make them hide

Extra points
For politicians if
You don't like
Their disposition

Dance around
The dee cee doh
Charlottesville was
The first to go

Who'll be next
What's your guess
Targets of
These Terrorists

Get the gallows
Hang em' high
Watch the bastards
Choke and die

We do it all
For the genius man
He'll give us riches
That's his plan

Chorus
It's a Haters Hoedown
Here's the low down
People we don't like
We'll mow down

Praise The Lard!

Praise The Lard and Pass The Ammo!
Praise the Lard
Pass the ammo
Russian Roulette
Is your gamble

Load that gun
Pull the trigger
Now you feel
So much bigger

Praise the Lard
Church and state
Christian Soldiers
Nationalist hate

Send your money
To the rich
There's nothing left
You stupid bitch

Take up sides
Against ourselves
Hate your brother
Everyone else

Work for evil
Men of greed
Men in power
The devils seed

Money changers
Profits (prophets) of doom
Take your money
Give you gloom

Its too late
You'll never learn
Smell the smoke
As America Burns

Today’s song came about after I wrote the bass line – I wanted it to be sort of punk-ish – and simple blues progression came out – which is somewhat related – since many garage bands first learn very simple blues progressions and repeat them ad nauseum.

I usually get my lyrics ideas from either “current events”, historical events or inventions, nature, or one of my many Assemblage pieces – and today’s is using an Assemblage as my guide. The vocals also begged to be sung as if I were a Televangelist. Hey – I will use this approach again – it infuses comedy in a way that really works well.

The vocals are influenced by listening to Primus do “Jerry Was a Race Car Driver” – which is hilarious – as most Primus songs are.

Metawurst

I’m working on making better mixes. Here is what I believe will be a cleaner mix than the original:

Player Guitar

in a nutshell

  • Lyrics sung or even spoken are very much worth the effort
  • It takes twice as much time to “fit” lyrics to music and sing
  • You have to feel what you sing. Deadpan is OK as a too
  • Socio political songs are tricky. Keep them short and to the point
  • Instrumentals add spice, and should be used sparingly
  • Sad songs based on empathy and or pathos work well
  • Too many effects makes for a bad mix – muddies it up

discussion

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.

theme

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.

conclusion

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

Chorus
The more that we go virtual
The less human we are
We can save our souls
We can heal our scars

Better Men

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

Republican, Democrat
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

Chorus
Lemmings one, lemmings all
Worship those in power
The rich get all the gold
The poor a golden shower


Horror Show

Step right up
Step inside
For tonight
I'm your guide

See the freak show
In D.C
Mental midgets
On T.V

Parade of lawyers
Parade of clowns
Tried to bring
Democracy down

Foolish followers
Idiot tools
False idol worship
Pumpkin Man Fool

Step right up
Step inside
At the door
Lose your pride



The Max Grifter Power Hour on KON-AM 666 Radio

Reverend Max Grifter
Reading Proverbs 6:6-6
Step right up
Watch him pray
He will take
Your money away

To buy a jet
And Crystal Cathedral
Patriot Cultists
Jesus Needs You

In his name
On Holy Cross
Max Grifters Win
Is your loss

Don't walk!
You must run
Even The Meek
Have joined in The Fun

Won't you
Make Time For Jesus?
Send your money
That would please us

Won’t You Make Time For Jesus?

Snivelling Little Rat Faced Git

Imagine Waking Up Late at Night to Find This Creep in Your Living Room

This little shit is one creepy dude . . .

Size Matters!

These Days, Size Matters More Than Ever

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.

Fire Throwing Clowns

Fire Throwing Clown, or Innocent Toddler?

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

Saint Ivermectin

The GQP Death Squad Nurse
Don't take a chance
With that Evil shot!
Ivermectin
Hits the spot

They hawk it
On Schlocks News
They wouldn't say it
If it wasn't true!

The GQP Death Squad
Wants to kill you
Its very ironic
Are you their Tool?

Chorus

Ivermectin
For Your Infection
Killing you voters
Before next election

You should wonder
About being six feet under
The result you'll find
Will blow your mind