"He's losing it Mabel"
"But I know his Mother"
"Poor woman...she's a gem...but she tried"
"I think we have lunch planned for Tuesday"
"Who's driving?"
"Do we still drive?"
... I said "note that it's not your best..." #6 in that post (there's a list).
Well I couldn't let #6, "note that it's not your best" fly. Though it may still not be one of my best (which, I guess, is all relative just to my endeavors in this small canon of tunes in the first place) I couldn't let lyrics I worked hard to be sharp be relegated to "note that it's not your best" and maybe be lost because the final piece isn't up to snuff, for me at least (this is an up to snuff by the way)
So, I had to try and clean it up a bit, try and fix that one shitty verse I mention there in #6 plus fix some of the breaths that made me sound like I was running a fucking marathon. They're just parody tunes I know, but they're mine. Ok, I feel better now. Thanks. Updated. It is a bit of a toe tapper by the way.
Taking a long weekend (a Friday and a Monday) for a single dude who gives not a shit, or two, or maybe even a three about such singleness involves a few things.
One: Stock up. You have no intention of leaving the house once you're in, so that Thursday night make sure there is plenty of cat food, litter, beer and wings from Adam's hot bar (grab an extra Wish Bone chunky blue cheese by the way, just in case, as being old and stuff you can't quite remember if you have one in the fridge and you don't want the headache of all the cursing when you get home if you don't).
Two: If you do leave the house make it quick and productive, in your case, heading down to the station yesterday to sing out a new tune and email the pieces back to yourself.
Three: Get laundry done early, even if you plan on wearing the same shorts and underwear for four days (I did mention that I'm single right?) damning the judgers (fresh sheets on Tuesday). Good to have a backup just in case the Pope or someone's Mom shows up.
Four: Think about shaving but decide against it as it is just too much bother and the mirror says "ehh? You're kinda good".
Five: Hang out in quiet with your Bella and the Unintentionals, She, Cricket the Blind and Mimi the Quirky while trying your best to keep an eye on the gang downstairs (loveable furry/feathered knuckleheads all), have a thought about maybe watching that movie you've so wanted to watch but opt out 'cause you're just not in the mood to invest the time and then refer back to the quiet hanging out with Bella and the Unintentionals.
Six: Build a song from the afformentioned trip down to work yesterday, from the pieces you emailed to yourself and wonder why the hell you keep doing this but knowing exactly the reason. Note that it's not your best, that that shredder verse sounds like shit and you can't squeeze tight enough for some of the high notes but know that it has it's moments. Words. Important ones ... at least for you.
Seven: Feel profound anger at the state we're in.
Eight: You'll have to be good at Six or else you'll lose your fucking mind.
A high five to myself (a "Too Something" thing...my old pal Russ knows) and to you all as well.
Cheers gang,
Gettin' Redder
We're gettin' redder all the time.
Democracy used to be cool (now it's so passe)
It followed a true set of rules (they're now so cliche)
Set by the father's
Who took time to bother
Independence their then new crown jewel-ewll
I'm afraid where we sit we're getting redder
As the GOP toes the line (thinking only purse)
Following trump cues to the letter
We're getting redder
And Mitch won't decline
We once were a free and proud land
But with despots we surely now stand
Trump tries to re-write while dimming the light
A constitution that's not up to braa-aaand
I'm 'fraid to admit we're getting deader
a little deader in the mind (in the soul it's worse)
I'm scared to admit it won't get better
it won't get better 'less we de-cline
Getting so much redder all the time
We're getting redder all the time
redder deader redder
For true elections we will pine
Values in a shredder
We once found a way to escape tyranny to keep us apart from cruel Kings and their word
But now we return and with trump words we'll burn
Histry's coming back vengeful full turn
We've got to escape now from the redder
Before it drowns us in the lies (yes it can get much worse)
We've got to stand up and to remember
When it was better and we were fine
We've got to get less redder there's no time
Can we keep the red at bay-ay (stand up an be count-ed)
Push the auotcrat away-ay (grab hope make it swa-aay)
Can we get less redder while there's time
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