FDA

Hey Mr. Michael Moore.

Here is a tune I hope you can use in your next movie.

Some of us appreciate what you are doing with your one life here in America.

The land of honey and sickos...

F.D.A. by mooselethridge

For the deceased Americans
Who had to teach us all about the hard way again
Rest in peace America
Respect and condolences to families who've payed

For the deceased Americans
Who had to teach us all about the hard way again
Rest in peace America
Respect and condolences to families who've payed

For the CEO negligence and greed
They only think about their own needs
They've got their reasons it's what I'm told
To trade lives for piles of gold

Please hold your corporate heads up high
(Confess your sinnin' and stop your grinnin')
Speak your heartfelt wisdom to the sky
(Tell us about it)
And say it loud for the deceased Americans
Who had no choice but to rely upon your help
And they believed you cared about them
And then you took them on a one way trip through hell

For CEO negligence and greed
You only care about your own needs
You've got your reasons it's what I'm told
Trading lives for piles of gold
Please hold your corporate heads up high
(And get your hands up you dirty bastards)
Speak your heartfelt wisdom to the sky
(Tell us about it)

And say it loud for the deceased Americans
Let's give them all a little peace, America
And try and kill the corporate greed, America
So they can finally rest in peace, America

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

P.S. This song was greatly inspired by this movie...

And here is another great video called "drug"!!

State Of Suspicion

It's a nice afternoon on College avenue in Rockridge. Usually. Shoppers are out in full force. I see people laughing and smiling on their phones. Walking and talking casually. Which puts me in a mood to smile as I pass them by. Then I notice something else. And I'm not sure if they notice it, too. I am six foot one. Maybe that has something to do with it. I'm not sure. People see me and their smile turns to something else. What exactly? I'm not sure. If I were to describe it, it would be somewhere between bracing themselves for something awful annnnd the look of someone who just took a shit in their pants. It's weird after 20 years of this reaction. Which, on some days, is fine. I'm not that social. But a passing smile and hello is what I call normal behavior. And I say hello instinctively. And people give me that( shit in pants) look and ignore me all the time. Unless I am at Cole coffee. But if I'm not, I am a usual suspect. It is a strange thing to get use to, I tell you what...

Then I remember something else. Normal behavior is a program run by the media. We are repeatedly told about rapes, murders and robberies. And we are told who the usual suspects are. And there is no one to blame at this point. But it happens all day, every day. And it doesn't matter anymore what ethnicity you are. Even African Americans have ceased their hellos on the street, I have noticed. And that was one of the things about our culture that I thought was so cool as I grew up. Two African American strangers in passing use to always greet each other. Like we had culture. Now everybody seems to be in a state of suspicion...

Well...not EVERYBODY. In case you were about to shake your head and say, " gawd...not everybody is like that! " But how many people are actually out there taking notice of this anthropology? I dunno. But I done wrote a song about it...

State Of Suspicion by mooselethridge

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DTD

DTD by mooselethridge

Give It Up To Get Back

For those who are going through the healing process...it's never an easy transition for the heart...but I hope this song helps.

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

Give it up To Get It Back by mooselethridge

Forever Mourning

21 years ago my cousin Twan was taken away from this world by senseless gun violence. I don't know why and will probably never know. I remember spending time with him. He was an artist at heart. I'll never forget a portrait he did of Stevie Wonder. The likeness. The feel. The way the strokes of the pencil brought out the melodies of every Stevie Wonder song I had ever heard at the time.

And then he was gone.

His mother, my aunty Lola, has suffered this tragedy everyday since the incident. She explained to me that no one will ever truly understand what a mother goes through when they lose a child. All over the world. In the streets of poverty. On the fields of battle. This feeling is to remain deep in the hearts of families for the remainder of their lives.

You would also have to imagine the feeling I had when she asked me if, maybe, I could write a song about it. For her. To help with the healing. I took a long hard look into the night and slept on it. Thinking that this subject is so delicate it would take me a very long time to carefully compose music and write lyrics.

Well...the very next morning, over a cup of coffee...the song just spilled out of my heart. As if it had been lying dormant for the last 21 years. That same evening I sent it to her. This was her reply,

" I am so happy...that song has made me feel so much better than I have felt in many years. THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU. LOVE "

I hope one day to record this again in a real studio. But for now, this is for my dear Aunty Lola, my cousin Twan and all mothers who have had to live with this kind of tragedy.

Musashi Lethridge

a.k.a.

your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

Forever Mourning by musashilethridge