“Alternative” Lyrics 532

Topic: Resistance
“I Say A Little Prayer” by Dionne Warwick

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair, now

And wondering what dress to wear, now
I say a little prayer for you

Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only be heartbreak for me

I run for the bus, dear
While riding I think of us, dear
I say a little prayer for you
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break-time
I say a little prayer for you

Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

I say a little prayer for you
I say a little prayer for you

Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart
And I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I’ll love you
Together, together, that’s how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me

My darling, believe me
For me there is no one, but you
Please love me, too
I’m in love with you
Answer my prayer
Say you love me, too
Why don’t you answer my prayer?
You know, every day I say a little prayer
I said, I say, I say a little prayer

https://youtu.be/stGgQYQ4Qe0

“Alternative” Lyrics 531

Topic: Humanity
“Stayin’ Alive” by Bee Gees

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I’ve been kicked around since I was born
But now it’s all right, that’s okay
You may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
I’m a-stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive
Oh, when you walk

Well, now I get low and I get high
And if I can’t get either, I really try
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes
I’m a dancin’ man, and I just can’t lose
You know, it’s all right, it’s okay
I’ll live to see another day
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
I’m a-stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive
Oh

Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm
I’ve been kicked around since I was born
Now it’s all right, it’s okay
You may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
I’m a-stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Ah, ah, ah, ah, stayin’ alive
Yeah

Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me
Somebody help me, yeah
Life goin’ nowhere, somebody help me, yeah
I’m stayin’ alive

https://youtu.be/fNFzfwLM72c

“Alternative” Lyrics 530

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Lemon Tree” by Fools Garden

I’m sittin’ here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time
I got nothin’ to do

I’m hangin’ around
I’m waitin’ for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I’m drivin’ around in my car
I’m drivin’ too fast
I’m drivin’ too far
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I’m waitin’ for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
I’m turnin’ my head up and down
I’m turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’ around
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree

Sing!
Dap-dadada-dadpm-didap-da
Dadada-dadpm-didap-da
Dap-didili-da

I’m sittin’ here
I miss the power
I’d like to go out takin’ a shower
But there’s a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation, I don’t want to sit on the lemon tree

I’m steppin’ around in the desert of joy
Baby, anyhow I’ll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon tree
I’m turnin’ my head up and down
I’m turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’, turnin’ around
And all that I can see is just another yellow lemon tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me ’bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
Is just the yellow lemon tree

https://youtu.be/qcBpzV57jRE

“Alternative” 529

Topic: Donald J. Trump
“Rotting on Remand” by Billy Bragg

I stood before the judge that day
As he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time
Awaiting trial in jail

I said there is no justice
As they led me out of the door
And the judge said, “this isn’t a court of justice, son
This is a court of law.”

They first sent me to Windsor
And then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool
Three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can’t find me
And my family don’t know
I keep telling them that I’m innocent
They just say, “come on son, in you go.”

I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven’t done
Here I sit in ‘f’ wing waiting for my trial to come
It’s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this jail
Built in 1882
When one man to one prison cell
Was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here
And you can’t escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner
And we eat in here as well

They let me out of this cage
To slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back
And if I’m lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hour’s exercise
I’m locked in here all day
You don’t turn criminals into citizens
By treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs
With judges quick to sentence more down from above
It’s a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

https://youtu.be/5IebhrC5D8Y

Passover (A Retelling)

The antichrist said to Trump and Pence in Mar-A-Largo, “This month is to be for you the first month, the first month of your year. Tell the whole community of The Confederacy that on the eight day of this month each man is to take a never-Trumper for his family, one for each household. If any household is too small for a whole never-Trumper, they must share one with their nearest neighbor, having taken into account the number of people there are. You are to determine the amount of never-Trumpers needed in accordance with what each person will eat. The animals you choose must be year-old males without defect, and you may take them from the Democrats or Independents. Take care of them until the sixteenth day of the month, when all the members of the community of The Confederacy must slaughter them at twilight. Then they are to take some of the blood and put it on the sides and tops of the doorframes of the houses where they eat the never-Trumpers. That same night they are to eat the meat deep-fried in lard, along with bitter herbs, and deep-fried chicken made with lard. Do not eat the meat raw or boiled in water, but deep-fry it in lard—with the head, legs and internal organs. Do not leave any of it till morning; if some is left till morning, you must burn it. This is how you are to eat it: with your cloak tucked into your belt, your sandals on your feet and your staff in your hand. Eat it in haste; it is the Antichrist’s Passover.

“On that same night I will pass through America and strike down every firstborn of both people and animals, and I will bring judgment on all the gods of Mar-A-Largo. I am the Antichrist. The blood will be a sign for you on the houses where you are, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. No destructive plague will touch you when I strike America.

“This is a day you are to commemorate; for the generations to come you shall celebrate it as a festival to the Antichrist—a lasting ordinance. For seven days you are to eat deep-fried chicken made with lard. On the first day add the lard to your houses, for whoever eats anything not deep-fried in lard from the first day through the seventh must be cut off from The Confederacy. On the first day hold a sacred assembly, and another one on the seventh day. Do no work at all on these days, except to prepare food for everyone to eat; that is all you may do.

“Celebrate the Festival of Deep-fried chicken, because it was on this very day that I brought your divisions out of America. Celebrate this day as a lasting ordinance for the generations to come. In the first month you are to eat deep-fried chicken made with lard, from the evening of the eight day until the evening of the sixteenth day. For seven days lard is to be found in your houses. And anyone, whether foreigner or native-born, who eats anything not dep-fried in lard must be cut off from the community of The Confederacy. Eat nothing made without lard. Wherever you live, you must eat deep-fried chicken.”

Then Trump summoned all the elders of The Confederacy and said to them, “Go at once and select the animals for your families and slaughter the Passover never-Trumper. Take a bunch of hyssop, dip it into the blood in the basin and put some of the blood on the top and on both sides of the doorframe. None of you shall go out of the door of your house until morning. When the Antichrist goes through the land to strike down the Americans, he will see the blood on the top and sides of the doorframe and will pass over that doorway, and he will not permit the destroyer to enter your houses and strike you down.

“Obey these instructions as a lasting ordinance for you and your descendants. When you enter the land that the Antichrist will give you as he promised, observe this ceremony. And when your children ask you, ‘What does this ceremony mean to you?’ then tell them, ‘It is the Passover sacrifice to the Antichrist, who passed over the houses of the The Confederates in America and spared our homes when he struck down the Americans.’” Then the people bowed down and worshiped. The Confederates did just what the Antichrist commanded Trump and Pence.

At midnight the Antichrist struck down all the firstborn in America, from the firstborn of the Speaker-of-the-House, who sat with the gavel, to the firstborn of the prisoner, who was in the dungeon, and the firstborn of all the livestock as well. Speaker-of-the-House and all her officials and all the Americans got up during the night, and there was loud wailing in America, for there was not a house without someone dead.

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