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Thadd Presley parody of “Bad Company”

A bit egotistical (ego testicle) of me to write a parody with my name in it, but I have to get these things out of my head so I can move forward into new territory.

This little ditty is Bad Company from the band Bad Company. I know Five Finger Death Punch recorded a cover version, but I’m going Old School because I am OS.

 

 

Short stories, always being spun
Best of me, oh is never done
I was born, notebook in my hand
Behind a pen I make my final stand

That’s why they call me
Thadd Presley I came to write
Thadd Presley til the day I day

Novel Goals, deserve all that I’ve caused
Closed the book and threw away the sun
Now these lines, they all bear my name
What I write is my claim to fame

I can here them say
Thadd Presley and I won’t deny
Thadd Thadd Presley until the day I die

Hey, hey

Thadd Presley, I came to write
Thadd PResley til the day I die

Tell me you don’t know how to read
But I’m Thadd Presley
It’s the way I play my words are dirty
Oh some have come across me

Have a Cigar (parody)

I’m sure you know how parodies work. Read the lyrics to the music video. I love Pink Floyd and listen to their music all the time, which is probably why I hear their songs in my head. So, here it be: the parody



Duck in here, dear boy, was that a star?
Was it a cop car? That just passed by
You’ll probably wanna hide
You better not run or fight
They’d love to shoot you
Well I’ve always had a deep respect
And I mean that most sincere
The Blacks are just fantastic
That is really what I think
Oh By the way, my skin’s Pink
And they claim all blacks are the same, boy
We call profiling a race a shame
We just got out
We heard about the shoot out
You gotta get the word out
You owe it to your people
They’ve kill so many we can hardly count
If everyone was just green
They couldn’t tell us apart
It’d be a helluva start
We wouldn’t be such monsters
If we all acted like a human being
And they claim all the blacks are the same, boy
We call profiling a race a shame

Sam I Am (to the tune of “Rock you like a Hurricane”)

Sam I Am
(to the tune of:  “Rock You Like A Hurricane” by The Scorpions)

(press play and sing along with the original)

 

I am Daniel – He said to Sam
I am Sam , yeah Sam I Am
Do you like Green eggs and Ham
I do not like that Sam I am

Would you like them here or there
I would not like them here or there
I would not like them any where
I do not like them Sam I am

Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham
Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham

Would you like them in a house
Would you like them with a mouse
I do not like them in a house
I do not like them with a mouse

Would you eat them in a box
Would you eat them with a fox
Would you, could you in a car
Eat them, eat them, here they are

Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham (Are you ready, baby?)
Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham
Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Sam I am
I don’t like green eggs and ham

I don’t like green eggs and ham

You may like them you will see
You may like them in a tree
You may like them in the rain
Would you try them on a train

You do not like them, so you say
Try them, try them, and you may
If I try them, will you let me be
I will try them, you will see

Sam I am
I do like green eggs and ham (Are you ready, baby?)
Sam I am
I do like green eggs and ham
Sam I am
I do like green eggs and ham (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Sam I am
I do like green eggs and ham

Thank you
Sam I Am

In the 90’s

In the 90’s

by Thadd Presley

 

No Doubt the 90‘s were a Blur
it felt like we had Faith No More,
but I have found The Cure.

As the Garbage running in my Radiohead basted
near the Soundgarden there was an Everclear Oasis
where many gathered under a Bush beside that Hole
and enjoyed Counting Crows, but only The Black Crows

Sometimes a Jewel or a Prince was found beside The Screaming Trees
And on Green Day you might see Foo Fighters or The Pixies
There were always Barenaked Ladies,
sometimes Alanis Morrisette and Sarah McLachlan

The Offspring between Guns and Roses lived Three Doors Down
at 311 Candlebox Lane across from Marcy’s Playground
and they grew into Beastie Boys
although they were the New Kids On The Block
they became part of The Bloodhound Gang
after all they were Better than Ezra

Because of Jane’s Addiction to Bad Religion
she hung Alice in Chains from Nine Inch Nails
where she would stay until The Presidents of the United States reached Nirvana and began Days of the New

When The Breeders took off their Helmet
and sat in the Silver Chair
waiting for The Flaming Lips of the Incubus
to Ween itself from The Verve Pipe,
The Verve  could then Filter Fuel
from Korn, along with Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Cranberries
for the Sonic Youth in the Soul Asylum

Four Liverpudlian Scoucers

 

I’ve been thinking about the Beatles over the last week. They had so many lessons and good things to teach those who wanted to listen. Not many bands really try to promote their understanding of the world. Instead, it seems today that bands look for something popular and take that on as a way to show their music is relevant.

Obviously, the Beatles were more than just a band. As writers and poets and representatives of peace they gave more to this world than mere song. I often wonder what John Lennon thought about the book “On the Road” written by Jack Kerouac in 1957 or Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” published around the same time. William S. Burroughs published Naked Lunch a few years later, but it was also one of the books contributing to The Beat Generation and could have had something to do with the way John thought about the world.

Did John Lennon fall under the spell of the Beat Writers? I don’t like to think so. I believe he was a kindred spirit to the Beat Writers and his ideas were his own, even if his music came after. I think that if nothing was published in the 1950, John Lennon and George Harrison would have been more or less the same people.

Two Beatles Remain

Four Liverpudlian Scoucers

Sadly, two Beatles have passed away
It’s said that two remain
But, even to this day
some’re not sure if Paul’s the same

Like lyrics scribbled on a crumpled page
Intact and translated from a bygone age
There’s simplicity in the beautiful way
Their words still convey what they’re meant to say.

They’ll always be bright, shining examples
on the vast landscape of burning albums
no longer cryptic symbols of things invisible
But ancient fables and parables made simple

 

 

“Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.”
― John Lennon

“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”
― George Harrison

“I say in speeches that a plausible mission of artists is to make people appreciate being alive at least a little bit. I am then asked if I know of any artists who pulled that off. I reply, ‘The Beatles did’.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake

“I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen.”
― Timothy Leary

Music: The Next Production

I’m feeling music reawakening and it’s always a worrying prospect. such a load of work and determination that fills night, day, awake, and sleeping moments. It’s so consuming, all consuming, taking time from every aspect of life. Nothing can stand up to a determined musician when he is visited by the Muse.

I like creating music and writing songs and putting together shows more than anything. Being in a band is a life long obsession of mine. I have an unfulfilled wish pertaining to music and it has to do with a band, a laptop, and a projector.

I don’t just want to play videos behind the band as they perform, but sync some public domain to some shred metal and create an hour show. I feel this deep in my bones.

What movies would I use? Buster Keaton, Chaplin, and some cartoons to start. I’m just now feeling the inspiration rise in me, but I know it will peak and something will come forward.

I want to do it with a band as well and create original footage to play as we perform.

I have limited experience creating videos. You can find a few on this blog that I made for a band where I played bass, Minor Nine, but here is a video I made for a abdn from Tennessee called Afterlife, where one of the old members of Minor Nine now plays.

 

 

The video below has terrible resolution, but I still like it.

 

I will put together a band, create original videos, and have a multi-media show.  It is already coming together.

Pink Floyd’s “Mother” (Donald Trump version)

One of my first parody’s added to Fiction Weekly. It is inspired by the one and only Donald J. Trump running for president.  As I edit this post a few month after first publishing it, I realize there is only 34 days until the election.  What will happen?  Will all of our nightmares come true?

We shall see.

To the tune of Pink Floyd’s: “Mother”

Mother do you think Trump’ll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think Trump’ll like this song?
Mother do you think they’ll try to break Trump’s balls?
Mother should Trump build the wall?
Mother should Trump run for president?
Mother should Trump trust the government?
Mother will he put me in the firing line?
Mother our we really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Trump’s gonna put all his fears into you.
Trump’s gonna keep you right here under his wing.
He wont let you fly, but he might let you leave.
Trump will keep the USA cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course Trump’ll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think he’s good enough — for the GOP?
Mother do you think he’s dangerous — to the GOP?
Mother will he tear our little world apart?
Mother will he break our hearts?

Hush now baby, baby don’t you cry.
Trump’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Trump wont let anyone dirty get through.
Trump’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Trump will always find out where you’ve been.
Trump’s gonna keep the USA healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You’ll always be the GOP to me.

Trump, does it need to be so high?

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Sorry, it couldn’t be helped. I have a problem and I blame it on Weird Al.

@therealdonaldtrump

#donaldtrump

Unite

In 2012 I became the bass player for the band Minor Nine. We never got famous, but we made an album in 2013 and had a blast playing shows. For almost three years I practice Saturday and Sunday and played almost 200 shows. During our time together I learned a lot about music and a lot about getting shows.

It hard to keep a band together. Everyone has a role to play as a member of the band, as well as a life they much continue to live at home. The two lives are often at odds, leaving hard choices to be made weekly.

We did however create amazing music. We had a diverse group of musicians. Even though there was only 4 of us, the age range when we started was 13, 28, 34, and 60.  We all had different backgrounds and somehow it worked magically. With a set list of 30 originals we set out across Tennessee and played show after show meeting really cool bands and even cooler people. One show we played with Swedish metal band Avatar is my claim to rock and roll fame.

I quit the band for many reasons. I suppose the biggest reason being the band falling apart from the inside. I had better things to do than watch it crash, so I took my gear and went home. Simple as that.

I created a few videos for the music we created.  The one that follows is “Unite.”  The words came from a poem I wrote years ago and the music and voice is Rex Green. He and I have a special ability to create music. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another person like him and I’m sorry we aren’t working together all the time.

At one time, it was amazing how we were climbing in the scene. Now, I’m not talking about fame and fortune. I’m only talking about the little music scene in Knoxville, Tennessee.Yeah, I know it’s not Long Beach, but it was our patch of the scrap yard and I enjoyed it.

The music in the video was created by Rob Ruddick, Matt Fahey, Rex Green and Thadd Presley.  I hope you enjoy.