Big brother has a name and his name is url (aka) H double T P colon with 2 slashes, Girl You know his plan and execution of the big take over Ballin’ dollars on the web like an arachnid rover
Sittin’ trapped like a bug inside a virus on line My legs have atrophied and petrified right under my spine And my vocabulary’s changin’ and my memory, too Do you remember browsin’ links at your dads barbeque?
I try to talk to my friends they put their book in my face I’m sending letters of affection to the stars in my space Yeah I’m attached to my server like the phone in your head We used to talk about clothes now we discuss them on threads
You leave the house in your pajamas wearin’ Ugs and no socks You can’t deny it I just read it in your friends comment box You say you have an education but I say LOL You got no punctuation skills and you’re too lazy to spell
Oh B T W I’m guessing that your B double F Has got a photograph of you photographing your self And so I’m ROTFLMAO clutching my side As you continue texting messages to friends while you drive
Big Brother is growing so big bright and blue And his huge electric globe has been caressed by you And if you think it’s hard enough to get connections through Then think about the link he wants to send to you
In a high tech music world of borrowing and sampling...copying and pasting, it gets harder and harder to tell who has written which song. One day I heard a girl say,
"...you know, that song Little Wing...by Sting..."
and I nearly yacked up my left shoe.
(I bet Jimi chuckled up a cloud of pot smoke, somewhere.)
The fact is... if you are an "artist" you can get on a computer and download anything...splice it together and call it a song. You don't even have to know how to sing or play an instrument. And if you use music samples that are already popular and famous, the chances of people liking it instantly are high. And that's cool for the song writer, I suppose. Especially if they are alive and making publishing money. But sometimes people fail to mention their names and try to take credit for something they didn't create. And that's a strange thing to do, I think.
But anyway... ...this song was fun to write, sing and record. And it is and shall always be... my comedic approach to preventing any confusion, as to who the particular writer of this song is...
Pay no attention to the fool on the hill trying to hide his disguise Haze and smoke behind the mirrors as the years burn red in your eyes Pass that buck like a flame and we'll know who to blame next time Ask that man in the hot seat sweatin' through the cracks of his mind
We got a scapegoat now, we knew he'd turn up somehow So take your problems on down for the man with the two horned crown We got him now! We got him now yeah...we got a scapegoat now We got him now yeah!
Bend right over til your back starts to break from the weight in your arms Send your burdens to the top because they never seem to do him harm He was made to take a punch we just never had a hunch who he was See him wobble back and forth at the podium of promises
We got a scapegoat now, we knew he'd turn up somehow So take your problems on down for the man with the two horned crown We got him now! We got him now yeah...we got a scapegoat now We got him now yeah!
Hold your laughter at the bank til you're sure that you're walking away Spend your money on a steak while you talk about the good old days Who could have guessed at the price that you're payin' for your gasoline But you'll never have to think twice if you don't have a clue what it means
To have a scapegoat now, we knew he'd turn up somehow So take your problems on down for the man with the two horned crown We got him now! We got him now yeah...we got a scapegoat now We got him now yeah!
(written during the G.W. Bush era) words and music by Musashi Lethridge
I have seen the look in their eyes when in the Jewelry store; gazing at the giant rocks in a trance...
I was always curious as to who the very first person was to put a price on a shiny piece of stone. And I wonder how long ago that was. And how many people did it take for it to become a permanent idea in everyones heads, the value of a piece of stone.
Because that's where the value is.
It's in your head.
Anyway... After watching the movie "Blood Diamond" a few years ago, I was inspired to write this tune.
Done on garage band with a Baby Taylor acoustic, a strat and an electric bass. All done in a days work.
when I heard people cheering in the street, I thought it was because the Sharks had won their 2nd playoff game against Detroit in over time. Then I heard cars honking and more screaming. And it continued for a while. That's about the time I checked my facebook; which is where I go to get the most current big headline news.
And there it was; 4 friends had posted that Osama Bin Laden had been killed in a military operation. There was even a link to President Obama giving an official speech and everything. And I thought wow...thats what the people are cheering about. Screaming. Honking their horns. Yee Hawin'. And whatever folks do in moments like this....when Americas most wanted is executed. America loves killing the bad guy. They LOVE it. I mean, hey, do what ya want. I understand. Bin Laden was a terrorist. And Bush put a sticker on his head after 911 and couldn't catch him. And then Obama gave the go ahead and blam...it's over for Bin Laden.
So, I can relate to being relieved about his death, but hootin' and hollerin' in the street over anybody dying is just a waste of energy to me. Not my style, really. In fact, I thought all the folks hooting and all the folks hollering just looked kinda retarded out there. Because they rejoice in murder. Which is kinda weird, I think. Very un church like. I don't know anyone, personally, who was told when they where a little child, "Now make sure you run out into the street and get yer holler on when the army shoots somebody...it's what Jesus wants us to do..." But no one had to tell these folks. They just do it naturally, like it's a Superbowl win, I guess. But it aint. It's really not.
Now if this act had brought an all out agreed end to the war on terrorism, then I would also be out there getting my hoot on and my holler out. I would be getting my groove on, actually. Like when Obama was elected...
But we don't have a clue what this is going to mean, as far as the war on terror is concerned.
Do we?
So in the meantime, I have a different reaction...no words, really.
Not only does she play all the instruments on this one, but she has managed to write a hook that gets stuck in my head all day. I mean ALL day. I have to play a Stevie Wonder song to Etch-A-Sketch it outta my brain. Do you know how hard it is to write a catchy hook and deliver it with just three musical instruments? Give it a try...I'll wait. Mind you, they are real instruments, too. And for the record, a real musical instrument is an instrument that cannot make a sound while unattended. Think about that for a minute...
Folks like Justin Bieber and Britany Spears have their songs written for them and PROGRAMMED into computer music that you can play with a push of a button.
It's kinda ridiculous.
Meanwhile here is her video.
Go leave a nice encouraging comment on her youtube...