Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Republicans; Republican Party Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims “Walkaway Joe” by Trisha Yearwood
Mama told her baby girl take it real slow Girl told her momma hey I really gotta go He’s waiting in the car Mama said girl you won’t get far
Thus are the dreams of an average Jane Ninety miles an hour down a lovers lane On a tank of dreams Oh if she could’ve only seen That fate’s got cards that it don’t want to show, and
That boy’s just a walkaway Joe Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go Destined to deceive her He’s the wrong kind of paradise She’s gonna know it in a matter of time That boy’s just a walkaway Joe
Now just a little while into Abilene He pulls into a station and he robs it clean She’s waiting in the car, oh, underneath the Texaco star She only wanted love didn’t bargain for this She can’t help but love him for the way he his She’s only seventeen and there ain’t no reasoning So she’ll ride this ride as far as it can go, ’cause
That boy’s just a walkaway Joe Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go Destined to deceive her He’s the wrong kind of paradise She’s gonna know it in a matter of time That boy’s just a walkaway Joe
Somewhere in a roadside motel room Alone in the silence she wakes up too soon And reaches for his arms But she’ll just keep reaching on For the cold hard truth revealed what it had known
That boy’s just a walk away Joe Born to be a leaver tell you from the word go Destined to deceive her He’s the wrong kind of paradise But it was just another lesson in life That boy was a walkaway Joe
Mmm yeah, All he was was a walkaway Joe Oh, (Walkaway Joe) He was a walkaway Joe Mmm
Topic: Resistance, Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Campaign Team; Donald J. Trump’s Transition Team; Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Former Members of Donald J. Trump’s Administration; Republicans; Republican Party “Penthouse Floor” by John Legend
All this trouble in this here town All this shit going down When will they focus, on this Streets ride up with the TV crews Look ma, we on the news But they didn’t notice Before this They float above the city lights Forget the truth inhale the lies Just enjoy the show They see us reaching for the sky Just in order to survive Maybe we should go
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Let’s ride the elevator, they can’t keep us out no more Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Penthouse floor
All that bubbly all that wine Oh man look at the times Didn’t they notice, notice Only future I can see, ain’t what it used to be And I didn’t know this, I didn’t know this Once you’re above the city lights Won’t want to spend another night, down there on your own The holding on display for us The altitude is dangerous, but we ain’t going home
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Let’s ride the elevator, it’s what we’ve been waiting for Can’t keep us out no more (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
I heard this old joke once, it was like, uh Knock knock, who’s there, it’s us, us who? Just us, who dis? Just playin’ Just me, new phone, new hair, new era I’m in the penthouse, baby Handpicked from bad apples and bad eggs Held back, I had to grab crab legs And then there were only but a few Conversations held with patience, what a party, what a view What a dress, what a song What a beautiful time My folks downstairs still waiting in line They never been in these rooms Never stayed with these folks Never laughed at the news, never hated these jokes So as I fly in my suit, in a group, undercover Forcing a new smile, he tells me another He said “What happened to the boy that climbed up the trunk?” Then he pushed me off the top and said “Jump, nigga jump!”
Oh don’t bring me down, I need a room up in the clouds I wanna get there babe, I wanna elevate Oh my favourite mix A little ignorance and bliss In the penthouse babe, go to the penthouse
Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, yeah) Go to the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Let’s ride the elevator, it’s what we’ve been waiting for (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) We’ll tear down those penthouse doors (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Those penthouse doors We’ll tear down the penthouse doors (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Baby, I’m in the penthouse floor (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go) Baby, let’s ride the elevator ‘Til we can rise some more Go to the penthouse floor, penthouse floor, oh, oh, oh, oh (let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)
Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base; Ryan Zinke; Environment “Oil Spill” by Megan Mullally from Bob’s Burgers
Oh, it’s hot and wet and slick And it’s making everybody sick
Oil spill Oil spill Oil spill
It’s on the fish, it’s on the crabs Smells so close that you can grab it
Topic: Resistance
Auxiliary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Republicans; Republican Party; Donald J. Trump’s Base
Tertiary Topic: Donald J. Trump; Donald J. Trump’s Wives; Mistresses; Porn Stars; Rape Victims
“Grandpa (Tell Me ’bout the Good Old Days)” by the Judds
Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like
This world’s gone crazy
Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn’t seem so hazy
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress
But I just don’t know
And Grandpa, let’s wander back into the past
And paint me the picture
Of long ago
Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget?
Did families really bow their heads to pray?
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me ’bout the good old days