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If you gather round me people
A story I will tell
Of Khashoggi and the Crown Prince
Of Saudi Arabia
It was at the consulate building
One sunny afternoon
Premeditated murder
To remove a dissident
They chopped him up in pieces
Some 15 or so men
An elite Saudi hit team
All good friends with the prince
The CIA assessment
Showed the evidence
The the crown prince of Arabia
Must have ordered it
7 men convicted
Death for 5 of them
The crown prince of Saudi Arabia
Was not one of those men
Now as through this world he rambled
He saw lots of funny men
They killed him with a bone knife
Saved themselves with parliament
And as through your life you travel
And as through your life you run
If you’re invited to the consulate
And you’re a journalist with a secret
And they’re promising you papers
Then proceed with caution
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The Talking Voting Blues
03:03
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I went down to the voting poll
And I got into a voting hole
A big old line of older folks
When I finally got my paper my pencil broke
There was no sharpener around
They said “times up!”
I had to go back to the end of the line
When I got back to the front again
They hand me some ink and a fountain pen
They send me to a booth that’s painted green
But my pen don’t work on the computer screen
They ask me what day it is
I said its Thursday
They said go to the back of monday’s line
Come Monday
I went down to the voting poll
And I got into a voting hole
A big old line of older folks
I give a yell and I take a poke
It was a police officer
He said no yelling
I said I’ve been here for four days
He said, oh really? There’s extra booths in the next room
I ask him why and he just shrugs
I give up and go into the voting booth
I look down at the voting paper
It looks back and says meet your maker
A hundred little eyes staring back at me
And off all the questions I understand three
What’s your name
Who do you want for president
And should we legalize marijuana
Yes yes and yes
I finished filling in all those bubbles
The man at the desk says hey we’ve got trouble
You went over the line with your pencil here
And your signature well it just says yes
you’re gonna have to redo this
But first
You’re gonna have to get to the back of the line
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World War Three
03:40
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I had a dream it was world war three
And everything was on fire
Helicopters were going around
Looking for something important
Looking for something I had
I ran down the street then
Yeah I ran as fast as fast
I stopped to catch my breath at last
When someone there approached me
Someone there approached
They told me that they heard a rumor
That someone said I was a boomer
I said I don’t know what your talking about
And threw my belongings away
They said what a boomer thing to say
I ran ‘till I came to a water
And I hitched a ride on the ferry
Looking around I saw people in places
All of them hiding there faces
All of them hid there face
I start to ask one a question
Im half finished when they reply
Sorry I’m not that kind of guy
To answer to some type of stranger
To answer to some type of stranger
So I leave the ferry
And I meet a strange looking man
He has orange hair and he has an orange face
And he says he has some type of plan, babe
He says he has some type of plan
I ask him what his plan is
I ask him to please end the war
He says, “If I did that I’d be out of a job.”
And he gives me a one dollar bill, Crisp
Says one day his face will be on, this
Instead of whoever this is
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I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round
Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town
And the police make it hard wherever I may go
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
My brothers and my sisters are stranded on this road
A hot and dusty road that a million feet have trod
Rich man took my home and drove me from my door
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Was a-farmin' on the shares, and always I was poor
My crops I lay into the banker's store
My wife took down and died upon the cabin floor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
Now as I look around, it's mighty plain to see
This world is such a great and a funny place to be
Oh, the gamblin' man is rich an' the workin' man is poor
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore
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The Mosque Murderer
03:16
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I’ll tell you the story Of the masque murderer
And all of the ways the pot did stir
Do not go gentle Into that good night
For Brenton Tarrant might take your life
Im not afraid of him Or to know his name
And you shouldn’t be neither For what is knowing the name
Of a hideous creature with a terrible plan
To shoot up some churches and hurt fellow man
He killed 50 some people In such a venerable way
Just for being a muslim On another Sunday
Thirty six minutes after he shot up the mosques
They managed to catch him and change their gone laws
Six thousand eight hundred thirty five miles
From where Tarrant sits behind bars in a pile
In Sri Lanka on the following Sunday
Couple hundred more people would meet the same fate
Nothing will ever be the same for the healing
As Tarrant goes on trial for the murder of New Zealand
With the live stream video still floating around
That the deranged man filmed when he shot up the town
Do not go gentle into that good night
For you might see the smoke through the Paris moonlight
As the last speech bellows out of Theresa may
And there’s talk of impeachment in the usa
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I'm blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this a-way
I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine
I'm a-goin' where the water taste like wine, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
I'm a-goin' where the dust storms never blow
I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow
I'm a-goin' where them dust storms never blow, blow, blow
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee
Yes, they say I'm a dust bowl refugee
They say I'm a dust bowl refugee, Lord, Lord
But I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay
I'm a-lookin' for a job at honest pay, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet
It takes a ten-dollar shoe to fit my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
Your a-two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet
Yes, your two-dollar shoe hurts my feet, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
I'm a-goin' down this old dusty road
I'm blowin' down this old dusty road
I'm a-blowin' down this old dusty road, Lord, Lord
An' I ain't a-gonna be treated this way
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7. |
Parsimony
04:13
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Tearing at my open hands while
lifting heavy dreams to land
i ran my palms between the sand
as fortune teller flyers rattled quietly in the distance
the pelican is off again a
feather drifting in the wind can
offer little sentiment to men
who dream only to see the flyer in the distance
in the midnight moon that never fails
to sink it’s tooth into the
eye of the beholder
biting hard releasing soon to leave a sunrise in the distance
it’s troublesome
aluminum
it’s paper thin
recycling
disposable
the kingdom of the whirlwind is
running out of air again but
royalty hath just to breathe it’s
hierarchy to understand the fiction
the parsimony queen is
saving up her royalty
you better tell her that she’s couth
if you want her revenue and not her diction
luckily the king of luxury is
rich speaks with impertinence
he’s separated from the crowd
by a fog of great suspicion , but he’s in the distance
the pelican is picking up some speed
he beats his wings on the
unseen around Namibia he’s looking
for a way to save his blood line
often lost in thought i am distraught
to know that i am simply bought
by the outsiders for my legs as long
as spiders break in due time
for me the reverie i get from sleep
cannot be beat by what i see
when im awake through out the day
i keep my eyes peeled on the dream
in the distance
it’s troublesome
aluminum
it’s paper thin
recycling
disposable
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8. |
Rambling Around
03:54
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Ramblin' around your city
Ramblin' around your town
I never see a friend I know
As I go ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go ramblin' 'round
My sweetheart and my parents
I left in my old hometown
I'm out to do the best I can
As I go ramblin' round, boys
As I go ramblin' round
The peach trees they are loaded
The limbs are bending down
I pick 'em all day for a dollar, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
Sometimes the fruit gets rotten
And falls upon the ground
There's a hungry mouth for every peach
As I go a ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
I wish that I could marry
I wish that I could settle down
But I cant' save a penny, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
As I go a ramblin' 'round
My mother prayed that I would be
A man of some renown
But I'm just a refugee
As I go a ramblin' 'round, boys
As I go a ramblin' 'round
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I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
A Ford radiator an' a Chevrolet coop
I handed it in
For National Defence
Settin' in a boat with a bucket of beer
Hadn't caught nuthin' but didn't much care
I guess I was pretty well satisfied
Had my little lady right by my side
Takin' it easy, yeah still waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours
You go fishin', tell y' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Take a piece of string, tie it on yo' pole
And throw it way out in th' middle of th' hole
Find you a good shady tree and then just set down
Go to sleep, forget all about it
Jumped in the river and went down deep
There was a hundred pound cat-fish lying there asleep
I jumped on his back and rode him all aroun'
Saddled him up and I came into town
People came runnin', lookin', dogs a-barkin'
Kids a-squallin'
Stagnate water's a stinkin' thing
Slick on top and all turned green
When the water goes bad, the fish all run
Sit all day and not catch a-one
Mud wallopers, jewgars
A few little suckers
I waded out to a sandy bar
And I caught myself a big alligator gar
Brung him home across my back
Tail was dragging a mile and a half
Flippin' and floppin'
Sold him for a quarter
Shot craps, got in jail
Early one mornin', I took me a notion
To go out a-fishin' in the middle of the ocean
Throwed out my line, I caught me a shark
I didn't get him home 'til way past dark
He's man-eater, tough customer
Just wasn't quite tough enough
Last last night I had me a dream
I was out fishin' in a whiskey stream
Baited my hook with apple-jack
Threw out a drink, drug a gallon back
Done pretty good till the creek run dry
I give the fish back to the finance company
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I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
It was late last night the other day
I thought I'd go up and see Ray
So l went up and I saw Ray
There was only one thing Ray could say, was:
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle
And I don't want to die
I just want to ride on my motorcycle
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Oscar Shorts Colorado Springs, Colorado
Oscar Shorts is the Folk Project of Colorado born Singer/Songwriter Daniel James Eton. Stripped down, hard lipped folk storytelling with a surreal moment here and there.
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