October Surprise

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    The Unreality Show

    Once upon a time, sleep came over the land

    No-drama Obama was so boring and so bland

    The nation rose up and decided to burn things down

    Give us Barrabas they said, the rudest dude around

    Bread and circus, internet and cable TV

    So much more exciting than bland reality

     

    Welcome to the Unreality Show

    The goal of the game is to see how low we can go

    The drama plays out on millions of TV screens

    Fox and Friends over here, over there CNN and MSNBC

     

    Welcome to the Unreality Show

    Stay tuned so

    You know which way this thing goes

    In this corner, who tonight is Bob Mueller going to indict

    In the other, the counter-punching kangaroo court puts on a phony fight

     

    You may be confused at first

    It might be enough to make you swoon

    Heads-of-state act like children

    Porn stars are the adults in the room

    Republicans love Russians,

    Liberals are a fan of the F.B.I.

    The absurdity is enough to make you laugh

    More likely to make you cry

    The blizzard of news is designed for us all to turn a blind eye

    To what's really happening in broad daylight as democracy dies.

     

    Welcome to the Unreality Show

    You win the game when anything you say goes

    Paint your foes as the Enemies of the State

    And gin up your support with bickering, division and hate

     

    Welcome to the Unreality Show

    Fix Your Eyes On the flickering TV Screen’s glow

    Watch the whole planet descend into a fevered dream

    As we succumb to the mirage of the phony two-dimensional scene

     

    Welcome to the Unreality Show (repeat, echo, fade out)

     

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    Deplorable

     

    It used to be considered despicable

    To take candy from a baby

    Nowadays the deplorable

    Say go ahead and steal the baby

     

    Rip the suckling infant

    From the breast of its mother

    And while you're at it

    Go ahead and steal its sister and its brother 

     

    Delivered into the ICE-y hands

    Of a cold bureaucracy 

    Whose main unstated objective

    Is to strip their victims of their dignity and identity

     

    Straight from the racist playbook

    Of past American infamy

    Writing a new page

    In the book of American racist history

     

    From slave markets to trails of tears

    To Japanese American internment camps

    Perfected long before Fascism had  even marked its stamp

     

    Shock the conscience and rally the base

    It's just two sides of the same coin

    No matter how the coin may flip

    The battle has already been enjoined

     

     Divide and conquer the human race

    And bring both sides to their new master

    If you're looking for a path to hell 

    Brother I tell you - you won't get there any faster

     

    We need to heal the hearts of the lost children

    Who in their despair and confusion feel their parents have abandoned them 

    And purposefully delivered them to the belly of the monster

    With all due respect to their unwitting surrogate sponsors

     

    We have to save the souls of those who have traded away their humanity 

    Who think greatness lies in the form of mean-spirited cruelty

    Whose greatest joy in life is to trig a lib

    Who've forgotten the story of Jesus' manger as his crib 

     

    Babies should leave babies alone

    Babies belong with their mothers at home

    Temptations to sin are sure to come, but woe to the one through whom they come!


    Babies should leave babies alone

    Where the mother is, is where the baby's at home

    Temptations to sin are sure to come, but woe to the one through whom they come!

    Woe to the one through whom they come!

    Woe to the one through whom they come!

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    Dangerous Flowers

     

    Beware the dangerous flowers

    Growing higher every hour

    They creep along their vines

    They creep into your mind

     

    I can deal with their thorns

    I can handle all their pollen

    But I get so confused

    When the spirits come a-calling

     

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

     

    The ladies turn their heads

    When they smell their sweet perfume

    Their colors fill their eyes

    And their scent fills up the room

     

    So they have a little smoke

    Or they drink a cup of tea

    And what happens next – who knows?

    Just like the Eleusinian mysteries…

     

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

     

    If you feel abandoned

    You’re lonely and you’re blue

    That’s when the dangerous flowers

    Might get ahold of you

     

    They can make people happy

    Or take away their pain

    But it’s a dangerous game to let those flowers

    Control what’s in your brain

     

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

     

    We need to protect ourselves

    Against this natural scourge

    And if one should ever swallow

    That’s when they must purge

     

    We need public education

    Fried eggs on late-night TV

    We need to defend the nation

    As the flowers attack humanity

     

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

     

     

    The gangsters love to grow them

    And bring them to our shores

    They give them to bad hombres

    Who then bring us some more

     

    I’m for law and order

    We must protect the southern border

    We must keep those dangerous Mexicans

    From ever becoming American citizens

     

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

    Dangerous Flowers … Dangerous Flowers

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    March For Your Lives

     

    I make no excuse

    We screwed the pooch

    Now it's up to you

    To undo the damage

    We've done to the world that 

    We're leaving for you

     

    We missed the clear and present danger in your young lives

    We  ignore the fear and desperation in your young eyes

    And you're right to take our platitudes about thoughts and prayers

    As cynical lies

     

    So I suggest you take a look around

    Now I don't want to kick you while you're down

    But you better be hip to what's happening all around

    Cause there's more than one way

    To end up six feet in the ground

     

    Cause we've shrouded the planet in strangulating gases

    We've built suicide bombs

    To wipe out humanity's masses

    And we expect you to give your elders our security as well as free passes

     

    I make no excuse

    We screwed the pooch

    Now it's up to you

    To undo the damage

    We've done to the world that 

    We're leaving for you

     

    I don't mean to throw shade or to steal your thunder

    But we're living in times of rape, pillage and plunder

    Where the heart of democracy has been ripped asunder

    Where the meek are laid low

    As the mighty blunder

     

    So I suggest you look around

    Now I don't want to kick you while you're down

    But you better be hip to what's happening all around

    Cause there's more than one way

    To end up six feet in the ground

     

    So  I salute you now as the world's last great hope

    No time to sit around glumly and mope

    Your choice boils down

    Between a bullhorn or a length of rope

    Between the harsh light of day

    And the sweet haze of dope

     

    In the final moments of humanity's last hour

    I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power 

    I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power

    I speak truth to youth so you can speak truth to power

     

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    Suicide Machine

     

    Don’t take the rest of us down

    In your suicide machine

     

    You’re locked in your cockpit

    You’re locked and you’re loaded

    A certified loser

    You’ve got nothing to live for

    Mr. Toad’s wild ride

    Straight to suicide

     

    Don’t take the rest of us down

    In your suicide machine

     

    Your oil rigs are pumping

    Your coal ash you’re dumping

    Your oil rigs are burning

    For death you are yearning

     

    But don’t take the rest of us down

    In your suicide machine

     

    You’re rigging the system

    Like an oil rig’s piston

    You’re keeping your billions

    From the starving millions

    Turning the planet

    Into your own personal crypt

    Billions of souls

    Trying to escape from your grip

     

    You act like an ass

    When we ask you to mask up

    And then you even ask us

    To take our own masks off

    But some of us still strive

    Just to stay alive, so

     

    Don’t take the rest of us down

    In your suicide machine

     

    Don’t take the rest of us down

    In your suicide machine

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    What Will It Take

    We should be living in a world where we

    Love one another

    Trust each other

    Look after each other

     

    Instead we’re living in a world where we

    Compete with each other

    Cheat one another

    Mistreat one another

     

    We should be living in a world where we

    Build up each other

    Respect one another

    Enjoy one another

     

    Instead we’re living in a world where we

    Fear one another

    Smear one another

    Don’t hear one another

     

    What will it take

    For us all to one day awake?

    Put aside our fear and pride

    Stop all this fighting and taking sides?

     

    It doesn’t matter what’s the color of your skin

    The country you live in

    Your politics or religion

    When we’re not loving we should be forgiving

    I know it sounds simple but it bears repeating

     

    It doesn’t matter what’s the color of your skin

    The country you live in

    Your sex or religion

    When we’re not loving we should be forgiving

    I know it sounds simple but it bears repeating

     

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    One For All, All For One
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    One For All All For One

     

    It's harder for a rich man to make it  into heaven

    Than to park an SUV on the head of a pin.

    And what makes it even harder

    Is that no one makes it until we all make it in.

     

    Brothers and sisters can you hear me

    Believe me when I say

    It's one for all and all for one

    From now till judgement day.

     

    One man may have a billion dollars

    And a billion men may have but one

    And which is worth more in the eyes of god

    When the time of judgment comes?

     

    Brothers and sisters can you hear me

    Believe me when I say

    It's one for all and all for one

    From now till judgement day.

     

    Well that time of judgment is now upon us

    For those who have eyes to see

    Into the hearts and souls of their sisters and brethren

    With innocence and sincerity.

     

    Brothers and sisters can you hear me

    Believe me when I say

    It's one for all and all for one

    From now till judgement day.

     

    So reach out your hand to those around you 

    The closest ones you see

    Until we create a circle around the world

    That reclaims and embraces our humanity.

     

    Brothers and sisters can you hear me

    Believe me when I say

    It's one for all and all for one

    From now till judgement day.

     

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    One Step Past The Bitter End
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    Changing of the Guard

     

    Humans born of blood and tears

    The fruit of Mother Earth

    Wander over this spinning globe

    Forgetting their common birth

    Those living through troubled times

    Wonder why life has to be so hard

    Living with the fear and uncertainty

    That comes with the changing of the guard

     

     

    Despots leave destruction in their path

    Leaving souls and psyches scarred

    Noble knights who kept up the fight

    End up with their reputations marred

    Run out of town on a rail

    After being feathered and tarred

    Were things ever as bad as this

    Before the changing of the guard?

     

    Politicians double down

    On the hustles they concoct

    Like drowning rats on a sinking ship

    They’re all trying to make it to the top

    When they get there they find no escape

    Just like inmates in a prison yard

    The only thing that they can hope for

    Is the changing of the guard

     

    Honest civil servants

    Once safe behind castle walls

    Are persecuted by the One-Eyed Jack

    Who rages against them all

    Do you think they have a play

    When they’re lacking their Trump card?

    Perhaps they can ask for an unmarked deck

    At the changing of the guard

     

    Attorneys battle for their kings

    Just like nights of yore

    Although honor and chivalry

    Are not followed anymore

    While they construct their ignominious defense

    Will they find themselves dis-Barred?

    Perhaps we'll learn the answer to that question

    At the changing of the guard

Here is an offering of songs to get you through the political season. It's still early in the month at publication, and there have been plenty of surprises so far, with likely more to come. As with my debut album, this was recorded at Gizmo Recording Studio in Silver Spring, MD. And also, as on the first album, it is greatly enhanced with contributions from son Peter. Listen to 'Dangerous Flowers', 'What Will It Take', and 'Changing Of The Guard' for his most notable contributions in the form of guitar solos. Father and son take turns on drums and bass, and dad lays down the rhythm guitar and vocals, and other guitar work. These songs were originally conceived as part of a Rock Opera, which may yet come to a fruition, with your support. So become a subscriber and co-creator!

Comments
Alex T.

The lyrics are a little muffled. I think I was wearing a mask. This is my favorite set of lyrics on the album. "There's a day coming long fought for and broadly sought for." Election day! There's really a lot packed into this one. Hope, disappointment, betrayal, reconciliation... It's a whole life's journey.

Alex T.

No one would let me add more tracks to this. I guess they think it's perfect? I think it needs a Calypso band.

Alex T.

I left some space at the end and asked for a searing guitar solo. He did about six takes. We took the first one.

Alex T.

I wrote this song a while ago ... added the verse about masks the weekend that Trump got the Covid as an afterthought.

Alex T.

I was thinking after recording this that instead of repeating "I make no excuse", etc., to change it to "I meant what I said ... we shat the bed."

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