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

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.