Ghost Train RadioHaters Hoedown
Posted on June 18, 2022
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!
Posted on June 17, 2022
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.
Radio Depot
Posted on April 9, 2022
This is the first song that I’ve written where I used the keyboard to write a vocal melody first with lyrics, then the guitar, then I sang – before adding bass and mandolin. I’m very pleased how it turned out – since I figure I need vocal lessons and a year of singing practice before I become at least “OK” at singing. Its a different way of writing songs, and a very good challenge.
Radio Depot
Railroad station
Used to broadcast
Across this nation
Railroad Depot
Radio station
Trains that travelled
Across this nation
I've been blessed
To know these things
Experience the change
That progress brings
Tubes that glowed
Into the night
Orange amber
Radio light
Trains that whistled
Into the night
Tenders hot
Engine light
I've been blessed
To know these things
Experience the change
That progress brings
Garden Variety
Posted on April 8, 2022
In my garden
Lizards scurry
Past the flowers
In a hurry
Then they stop
Doing their pushups
Stick their tongue out
Leave abruptly
Chirping babies
In the birdhouse
Sing for supper
Mother Titmouse
Father Titmouse
Back and forth
Bringing food
From backyard source
Pocket Fisherman
Posted on April 7, 2022
Pockets full
Pocket book
Going fishing
With a hook
Cast a line
In his pocket
What he found
A rusty locket
Rusty locket
Her young face
Left him stranded
Left in haste
No remorse
Out his door
Jaw hung open
And hit the floor
Wallet empty
Wallet bare
Moths flew out
They were scared
Heart a wallet
Nothing left
Now she's gone
He's bereft
What's the use
Gave up living
Pain's a gift
That keeps on giving
Lint and moths
Pocket rust
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
The Door is a Jar
Posted on April 6, 2022
The door
Is a jar
On the hood
Of a car
The hat
Is a lid
On the head
Of a kid
The key
Is a switch
On a wall
Of red bricks
The rug
Is a hat
Made of hair
From a cat
Broken Wagon
Posted on March 17, 2022
This one requires a little set up. It was 1987 and I was teaching programming classes at a company called PSDI in Cambridge, Mass, in the Boston area.
On the weekend I took a photo pilgramage trip to Lowell, Mass, birthplace of Jack Kerouac. I saw his inspiration for Dr. Sax, and just what it would have been like growing up there. But while crossing a bridge over the Merrimac, near an old mill, I saw a Radio Flyer Wagon, frozen in solid ice on the river.
For me, that was the image that has always stuck with me regarding Lowell.
Kerouac (and my father born in the same year a month apart) would have turned 100. I’m glad to see there were quite a few mentions of this anniversary.
Last night
Last flight
Radio Flyer
Solid Ice
Merrimac
Lowell Mass
Mill Town
Ti Jean
12 Stations
Oblations
Dr. Sax
Notations
Dharma Bums
On The Road
Vue Girard
Very Odd
1914 Ghost Bridge
Posted on March 13, 2022
While I can’t make any sense of this Russian Invasion (or any other war), I can at least think about my parents and grandparents who were part of the two World Wars. My grandfather fought for the Germans in WWI – but was a pacifist and refused to shoot and kill anyone. My father landed on the beach in Normandy in WWII fighting for the Americans, and was in ordinance fixing tanks and jeeps and whatnot. By the time Vietnam rolled around I just missed the draft by a couple of years. My father said he’d move us to Canada if he had to to avoid another senseless war.
You laid in your foxhole
You couldn't hurt a fly
Grandpa Dearest
You're a hero of mine
No country too big
To take another's life
You lived and let live
The Teachings of Christ
Ghosts of that war
Have come back to haunt
The bridge in the valley
What the enemy wants
Chorus
1914 Ghost Bridge
Just over the hill
The enemy advances
Against our will
Sacred Music
Posted on March 9, 2022
Subject to change
A favorite subject
Writing a song
That is opulent
Three instruments
One human voice
Guitar, cello, piano
That is my choice
The opulence
Of ringing strings
Hammering keys
Of thee who sings
Thee who sings
Could it be me?
Learning to sing
So Gracefully
Grace takes time
Flowing with rhyme
Practice makes better
Songs come alive
Music is life
Life is sacred
What you get
Is how you make it
What you get
Is how you make it
From start to end
Music is sacred
Le ROI Est Mort
Posted on March 9, 2022
The King is Dead
He won't be missed
Let's dance on his grave
Born unto privilege
Died deep in debt
He couldn't be saved
Only a mortal
Choked during dinner
On his silver spoon
Rushed to the doctor
It was too late
For fat old King Buffoon
Chorus
Justice ain't just
But Karma sure is
Our Wannabe King
Has bitten the dust
in a nutshell
- All kings die, eventually
- Dictators and kings never last long
- Its amazing how much damage, pain and suffering one human can inflict
discussion
It’s an age old song, sung through the years. Few countries seem to have avoided the king syndrome where one (it’s almost always a white male – certainly male anyway) rises up, then falls.
theme
The rise and fall of kings, tyrants and dictators.
conclusion
And this too shall pass
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