Topic: Donald J. Trump; Murder Victims; Mass Shootings
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“What Part of No” by Lorrie Morgan
Sir if you don’t mind I’d rather be alone
From the moment I walked in tonight
You’ve been coming on
If I’ve told you once I’ve told you twice
I’m just here to unwind
I’m not interested in romance or
What you have in mind
What part of no don’t you understand
To put it plain and simple
I’m not into one night stands
I’ll be glad to explain it
If it’s too hard to comprehend
So tell me what part of no
Don’t you understand
I appreciate the drink and the
Rose was nice of you
I don’t mean to be so mean
But I don’t think I’m getting through
No I don’t need no company
No I don’t want to dance
So what part of no don’t you understand
What part of no don’t you understand
To put it plain and simple
I’m not into one night stands
I’ll be glad to explain it
If it’s too hard to comprehend
So tell me what part of no
Don’t you understand
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Poverty
“Skid Row (Downtown)” from Little Shop of Horrors
Little Shop Of Horrors
Miscellaneous
Skid Row (Downtown)
Alarm goes off at seven
and you start up-town.
You put in your eight hours
for the powers
that have always been.
(Sing it child)
‘Til it’s five-pm…
“Then you go…”
Downtown
Where the folks are broke. You go
Downtown
Where your life’s a joke. You go
Downtown
Where you buy a token. You go…
Home to Skid Row.
“Yes you go…”
Downtown
Where the cabs don’t stop.
Downtown
Where the food is slop.
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow…
Down on Skid Row.
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you’re messengers and mailroom clerks.
Eating all your lunches at the hot-dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
And Uptown you cater to a million whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
The jobs are really menial you make no bread.
And then at five-o’clock you head
“By subway…”
Downtown
Where the guys are drips.
Downtown
Where they rip your slips.
Downtown
Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row.
Poor, all my life I’ve always been poor.
I keep askin’ God what I’m for.
And he tells me, “Gee, I’m not sure.”
“Sweep that floor, kid!”
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street, here on Skid
Row! He took me in gave me shelter
A bed, crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt and calls me a slob,
Which I am…
So I live
Downtown
That’s your home address, you live
Downtown
When your life’s a mess, you live
Downtown
Where depression’s just status quo.
Down on Skid Row.
Someone show me a way to get outta here.
‘Cause I constantly pray I’ll get outta here.
Please won’t somebody say I’ll get outta here.
Someone gimmie my shot, or I’ll rot here!
(Downtown)
Show me how and I will, I’ll get outta here.
(There’s no rules for us)
(Downtown)
I’ll start climbin’ up hill and get outta here.
(‘Cause it’s dangerous)
(Downtown)
Someone tell me I still could get outta here.
(Where there rainbow just doesn’t show)
Someone tell lady luck that I’m stuck here!
(When you get…)
(Downtown)
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I’d move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I’d do I don’t know what to get outta Skid.
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid.
People tell me there’s not a way outta Skid.
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; White Supremacists “In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company” by the Dead South
Dead Love couldn’t go no further Proud of and disgusted by her Push shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed Queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds In hell I’ll be in good company
Dead Love couldn’t go no further Proud of and disgusted by her Push shove, a little bruised and battered Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Brass knife sinks into my shoulder Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed Queen bee, my squeeze The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells Miss-spells, knocks me on my knees It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt Stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree After I count down, three rounds In hell I’ll be in good company
Topic: Founding Fathers; Resistance Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base “Father of Mine” by Everclear
Father of mine Tell me where have you been You know I just closed my eyes My whole world disappeared
Father of mine Take me back to the day When I was still your golden boy Back before you went away
I remember the blue skies Walking the block I loved it when you held me high I loved to hear you talk You would take me to the movie You would take me to the beach You would take me to a place inside That is so hard to reach
Father of mine Tell me where did you go You had the world inside your hand But you did not seem to know Father of mine Tell me what do you see When you look back at your wasted life And you don’t see me
I was ten years old Doing all that I could It wasn’t easy for me To be a scared white boy In a black neighborhood Sometimes you would send me a birthday card With a five dollar bill I never understood you then And I guess I never will
Daddy gave me a name My dad he gave me a name Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My dad gave me a name
Father of mine Tell me where have you been I just closed my eyes And the world disappeared Father of mine Tell me how do you sleep With the children you abandoned And the wife I saw you beat
I will never be safe I will never be sane I will always be weird inside I will always be lame Now I’m a grown man With a child of my own And I swear I’m not going to let her know All the pain I have known
Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My dad gave me a name Then he walked away Daddy gave me a name Then he walked away My dad gave me a name Then he walked away
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; United States of America; Russia; Vladimir Putin; Saudi Arabia; Salmon bin Abdulaziz Al Saud
“Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)” by Looking Glass
There’s a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there’s a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin’ whiskey down
They say, Brandy, fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine
The sailors say: “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea”
Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loved
He came on a summer’s day
Bringin’ gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn’t stay
No harbor was his home
The sailors say: “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”
Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin’ glory
But he had always told the truth, Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who’s not around
She still can hear him say
She hears him say “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”
It is, yes it is,
He said, “Brandy, you’re a fine girl” (you’re a fine girl)
“What a good wife you would be” (such a fine girl)
“But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea”
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