Little Green Men Of Envy

Little Green Men Of Envy by mooselethridge

You got drunk last night, blacked out, woke up in jail
In a little holding cell with some dude named Latrell
He had a horrible smell and an old fish tale
About little green men of envy
He said it all goes back to the same old place
As the exhaust from his last drink hits your face
He said they're never satisfied with control of the race
These little green men of envy

If you got pride in your culture, patience and faith
They got the stealth of a vulture to circle and wait
And just smile as you're choking on the drinks that they made
These little green men of envy

He said those Uncontrolled Foolish Officials sit so high
While you stagger down low with that feeling inside
Like some mysterious thing's got a tap on your pride
The little green men of envy
What can you do when your low down and blue
But get red in the face like they want you to do
Abducted by the taste of a bourbon or two
Yeah the little green men of envy

They want your pride and your culture, patience and faith
They got the stealth of a vulture to circle and wait
And just smile as you're choking on the drinks that they made
These little green men of envy
They'll come steal your home and never let you back in
So they can tell their own kin you're some alien
And then these kids grow up to be just like them
Little green men of envy
You can wake up sober and remember my name
But don't forget the price of this distillery game
It don't make a difference if you take me in vain
To the little green men of envy

If you got pride in your culture, patience and faith
They got the stealth of a vulture to circle and wait
And just smile as you're choking on the drinks that they made
The little green men of envy
They want your pride and your culture, patience and faith
They got the stealth of a vulture to circle and wait
And just smile as you're choking on the drinks that they made
These little green men of envy...

Your friendly cyberhood
Uncle Samurai

Po' tree: Rekindled

She left her heart on a sleeve somewhere

In a house full of mirrors with gold ladened stairs

No police reports filed just conventional grief

And that elegant loathing of new disbelief

Is it pain that keeps teaching the lessons we learn

In a world just as hot as the coal we have burned

As she sees herself passing in honest reflection

The bar window glass housing all introspection

Regrets can seem cheap and a waste of your time

If life is a lemon then squeeze out that lime

And drink to your future in good moderation

But don't stay too long at the old thinking station

Money and paper are both made of trees

That she swings from each day on the value trapeze

Making ends meet just enough for the soul

Is not complicated and never grows old

She tucks a large bill in a homeless mans hand

As she walks away hoping he might understand

That a gift from the heart saves a mind lost in grief

Yes it works for the giver and those who receive

At home she is greeted by mans best friend

Her smile gets that tail up and wagging again

No comparison there to a pets loyalty

A companion with nothing but pure honesty

Each wag of that tail might be counting the loss

Of the life she just left and intentionally tossed

No more lies and false greed, no more cold hearted stares

From that cruel mindless self centered rich millionaire

And the words from her childhood echo so clearly

Once told by her grandmother spoken so dearly

"A rich man will own any poor girl who's willing

To trade her own soul for the heart that he's killing"

But gone is that sweater she clung to in grief

And the years that she spent with her heart on his sleeve

The mind is a spark and the soul is the flame

and your life is rekindled again just the same

Your friendly Cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

Common Sense

Common Sense... by mooselethridge

It's not the fact you don't hear me or that we don't get along
Maybe we don't speak that clearly maybe our conscience is gone
Maybe this voice sounds familiar
Cuz it's been with us since the day we were born

Did all that sense in your head find a new place to go?
It should be common knowledge but I'm not sure what we know
We need some sense in our heads to tell you what's right from wrong
We're gonna need it when this modern convenience is gone

You've got a brand new opinion that you have found on the screen
You can't control your suspicion you don't know what to believe

And if this voice sounds familiar
Then you might understand exactly what I mean

Did all that sense in your head find a new place to go?
It should be common knowledge but I'm not sure what we know
We need some sense in our heads to tell you what's right from wrong
We're gonna need it when this modern convenience is gone

We've got so many distractions we might need blinders to see
We synchronize our reactions with all this technology
And if this voice sounds familiar
Then you might understand exactly what I mean

Did all that sense in your head find a new place to go?
It should be common knowledge but I'm not sure what we know
We need some sense in our heads to tell you what's right from wrong
We're gonna need it when this modern convenience is gone

Your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

It's Going Down: Riots or Revolution?

Riots or Revolution? What seems to be the difference between the two? The London riots caught our attention fast and the response was a split decision, as I recall. So let's try and find the instruction manual for Riots and Revolutions. Don't worry, I'll wait...

While we are waiting for the rule book...

I will mention that what happened in Egypt was called a revolution. Why? Well...because after years and years of tyranny and oppression, the people finally said, "ENOUGH" and went down to the town square and stood there in protest with demands. They were unified and seemed organized. They were not violent about it, really. Although there was much violence reported. Things were smashed and blown up, some people died...but they were persistent enough to get the change they were asking for: Revolution.

In 1789 The French did the same thing. We have Bastille day to remember it by. The epic march to Versailles that forced the Royal Court back to Paris. Economic factors included rising bread prices after years of poor grain harvest. Another cause was the state's effective bankruptcy due to the enormous cost of previous wars, particularly the financial strain caused by the French participation in the American Revolutionary War. So, the French people decided it was time for a revolution. Things were smashed and blown up, a lot of people died...but they were persistent enough to get the change they were asking for: Revolution.

And that reminds me of one of our own American Revolutions. Not the first one that kicked out the British. But the Civil War that happened later. The one about Slavery and the succession of states from the union. I mean, it took a few hundred years to boil the pot, but when it did, we ended up having the bloodiest revolutionary war in America's history. The whole country was like an out of control riot for years. HELLA shit was smashed and blown up, HELLA people died...but they were persistent enough to get the change they were asking for: Revolution.

And so now this London thing. It's had the ingredients of a revolution. But for some reason it was not given the right amount of ingredients that a revolution requires. And many condemned the "blacks" for going as crazy as they did. Looting and pillaging without proper organization makes the military grunt with disgust. Perhaps if they had just waited for a few hundred more years, all the people would have all joined in and declared a revolution. However...Things were smashed and blown up, some died...but they were NOT persistent enough to get the change they were asking for. In fact, now their own people hate them and want to blame them for what the elite and wealthy are creating from their high ranks above.

Every generation has their version of "The Man" and it only takes a few people to damn him into submission. If they are organized. I hope the Londoners regroup and really think about what just happened. Compared to their previous civil war in 1642, there are definitely some notes worth jotting down.

It would be nice to NOT have that happen again...without proper organization and support from all who need to be involved...considering the poor and middle class out number the rich and wealthy by a huge amount.

Anyway...

And here is a song that was inspired by the London Riots. Damn the man...

Your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai

It's Goin' Down by mooselethridge

The Musashi Trio: Cause and Effect pt1 -Sideways

The world has indeed gone sideways. I am reminded every day by the headlines I see via computer, TV, Radio, phone, newspaper, magazines... it is unavoidable. And we the people of the world are overwhelmed with this abundance of negativity.

The Musashi Trio is supporting the ranks of people who want to do something about it. They say the pen is mightier than the sword, I say the music penetrates the soul faster than either of them. With this understanding, it is inevitable, the path in which I must follow.

The newer generations are faced with more information than any generation before us. I find it necessary to pass on the knowledge that my parents and grandparents have passed on to me. The attention span of most people in this technological era can be compared to a brick tossed in the pacific. Before all hope sinks to the bottom I intend to offer what strength and wisdom I have. And though you may be grown and educated, take a look at the younger generation

behind us who may be looking for a way to make some sense of this world. It is difficult to not sound pedantic...so I turn to the music.

If this is something that makes sense to you, then you will understand why I write the songs I do. My cause is as common as any good persons cause. And we are putting our songs out there for an effect.

Here is the link to hear the song "Sideways"

Here is the link to our Mp3 downloads.

Your friendly cyberhood

Uncle Samurai