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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Donald J. Trump’s Base
“The Lights Went Out in Georgia” by Vicki Lawrence

He was on his way home from Candletop
Been two weeks gone and he’d thought he’d stop at Webb’s
And have him a drink before he went home to her

Andy Wolloe said hello
And he said, “Hi, what’s doing, Wo?”
Said, “Sit down, I got some bad news, it’s gonna hurt.”

He said, “I’m your best friend and you know that’s right
But your young bride ain’t home tonight
Since you been gone, she’s been seeing that Amos boy, Seth.”

Well, he got mad and he saw red
And Andy said, “Boy, don’t you lose your head
Cause to tell you the truth, I’ve been with her myself.”

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Well, Andy got scared and left the bar
Walking on home, cause he didn’t live far
See, Andy didn’t have many friends
And he just lost him one

Brother thought his wife musta left town
So he went home and finally found
The only thing Papa had left him and that was a gun

Then he went off to Andy’s house
Slippin’ through the backwoods, quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door
And he saw Andy lying on the floor
In a puddle of blood and he started to shake

Well, the Georgia patrol was making their rounds
So he fired a shot just to flag them down
And a big-bellied sheriff grabbed his gun
And said “Why’d you do it?”

Well, the judge said guilty in a make-believe trial
Slapped the sheriff on the back with a smile
Said, “Supper’s waitin’ at home and I gotta get to it.”

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Well, they hung my brother before I could say
The tracks he saw while on his way
To Andy’s house and back that night were mine
And his cheating wife had never left town
And that’s one body that’ll never be found
See, little sister don’t miss when she aims her gun

That’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia, whoa-oh
That’s the night that they hung an innocent man, uh-huh
Well, don’t trust your soul to no backwoods, southern lawyer
Cause the judge in the town’s got bloodstains on his hands

Oh, that’s the night that the lights went out in Georgia

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“Entrance of the Gladiators” by Julius Fučík

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Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration
“Total Eclipse of the Heart Literal Video Version” by PersephoneMaewyn

(Pan the room)
Random use of candles, empty bottles, and cloth
And can you see me through this fan?
(Slo-mo dove)
Creepy doll, a window, and what looks like a bathrobe
Then, a dim-lit shot of dangling balls
(Metaphor?)
Close-up of some candles and dramatically posing
Then, stock footage of a moon in the sky
(Bottle shot)
Messing up my close-up of with a floating blue curtain
Now let’s see who’s coming in from outside
(Double doors open)
Why aren’t I reacting in this shot?
(Ringo Starr? Lined eyes)
Guess I should be acting but I’m not
(Door’s ajar) Wander through a hall with doors that magically open
And this classroom has a fan
(Open shirts)
Now it’s getting creepy You can tell by my staring
It’s a long time since I’ve been with a man
(Stupid chair)
Emo Kid is throwing Slo-Mo Dove at my face
I guess that means he just flipped me the bird
(Locker room)
Staring at the swim team gets you killed by a gang
Of dancing ninja men who know how to twirl
(Spin around. Ninjas!)
Then a bunch of preppies make a toast
(Drinking wine. Douchebags!)

[Chorus]
Most of it just ends up on the floor
And they shouldn’t fence at night
Or they’re going to hurt the gymnasts
Why do they play football inside?
Here’s another shot of fencing
And I’ve mostly been lit from behind
Watch these shadows run off

I walk onto a terrace, where I think I’m alone
But Arthur Fonzarelli’s got an army of clones
(Fonzi’s been cloned!)
They do the Macarena
But I’m still not impressed
They beg for me to dance with them
But not in this dress!
I’ll pose like Rocky tonight!
I’m running up a bunch of stairs
(Strip football and surprise mirror!)

[Post-Chorus]
Here’s where I pretend to be Eva Peron
Look at me, I’m lifting my arms
There’s nothing else to shoot
So just zoom the camera under this arch

Leaning on myself because there’s two of me here
But now, there’s only one in this shot
I pull my feathered hair
Whenever I see floating cloth

[Interlude]
[Woman]
Ooh, ooh, oooooh, I’ve gotta use the bathroom but the door’s locked! Can you help me?
[Man]
I’ll open the door for you. *grunts*
[Woman]
Oh thank you sir! How can I ever repay you?
[Man]
How about a towel?
[Group]
Hey guys check this out! Whoa. (Hey don’t do that dude! Come on!) Wait, it’s supposed to take the cloth & leave everything else on the table! I don’t know what happened. Not like that, it’s the other way! (Yeah, pull it like that!) No, Stop! You’re making it worse!
[Accented man]
Alright which of you preppies put gold dust in my fencing mask? *laughter*
[Woman]
Hey, this isn’t the ladies’ room!

[Verse 2]
(Blind possessed choir boys.)
Get out of my way! I’ve gotta pee!
(Zombie cult?)
(Aah flying altar boy!)

Never mind. I just went on the floor!
Now I need to find a mop!
(Look at me now!)
Emo Kid wears too much make-up
Now watch a bunch of half-naked guys
(Hairless chests)
As they dance around in diapers
And I’ve joined the Glee Club of the Damned
(Reference joke!)
Look the fog machine’s on!
What kind of private school would let in these kind of guys?
It started out as Hogwarts, now it’s Lord of the Flies!
(I hated that book.)
I’m swaying side to side
These dancers need to stop
The gayest man on earth would call this over the top!

[Chorus]
I whip my head to the right!
I’ll never go to church again
I think I lost a contact lens
When did spazzing out qualify as a dance?

Kneeling like I want to throw up
What the effing crap?
That angel guy just felt me up!

Here’s a line of guys. I was wearing a dress
But now they’ve got me wearing a suit
One kid’s running late
I think he’s too young for this school
I’m totally shaking his hand
(Mullet with headlights?)
(Over-surprised guy. Weirded out. Oohweeeoooh)

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“One Chorus Line” by Cast from Treehouse of Horrors V

Cast:
One…
Chorus line of people
Dancing till they make a stop.

Groundskeeper Willie:
Two/Too…

Cast:
..Many dancing people
Covered with blood, gore and glop.

Just
One
Sniff of that fog and you’re inside out
It’s worse than that flesh-eating virus you’ve read about

Vital organs, they are what we’re dressed in
The family dog is eyeing Bart’s intestine
Happy Halloween!

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Topic: Donald J. Trump’s Base; Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party
“A Soalin'” by Peter, Paul and Mary

Hey ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money, have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home

Hey ho, nobody home
(Meat nor drink nor money, have I none)
Yet shall we be merry
Hey ho, nobody home
Hey ho, nobody home

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

God bless the master of this house and the mistress also
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwell within your gates, we wish you ten times more

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty, we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber’
For we’ll come no more a ‘Soalin till this time next year

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’ penny will do
If you haven’t got a ha’ penny then God bless you

Soal, a soal, a soal cake, please, good missus a soul cake
Apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Now to the Lord, sing praises all you within this place
And with true love and brotherhood, each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas of beauty and of grace
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy

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