‘AR-15’– #Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Rock Song

This would be a slow pop-rock song like the song “Just Like Honey.” Anyway, I’m only writing this because I need to work on my novel and I’m procrastinating.

Ar-15
Lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please given credit if you produce or perform

the end is near
that’s what we all fear
not much more to say dear
when it all becomes clear
you’ll just understand
that’s it’s not at all queer

Ar-15s are safe
if you make an appointment with fate
Ar-15s go about their appointed rounds
shooting us all down
shooting us all down

never fear my dear
everything you hold dear will end
we’re going to have to admit
nothing is going to change
nothing is going to change
nothing is going to change

we’re all going to die
it happens eventually they say
might as well embrace the advocacy
of guns here and there

Ar-15s are safe
if you make an appointment with fate
Ar-15s go about their appointed rounds
shooting us all down
shooting us all down

[bridge]
now hold on tight
let me touch your thigh
’cause the end is near
nothing to say I’m afraid
but the end is here

what can anyone say
but admit our fears anyway
the end is coming soon enough
just admit you’re afraid
when the shooting comes
you’ll exercise your right
to run away
to run away
to run away

Talk To Me Internet: Of #GunControl #GunControlNow

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

In this one I talk about the gun control debate in the United States and how it’s effectively over. There will never be any gun control in the United States, no matter what. A thousand people could die in one event and nothing would happen.

‘Cheap Cracker’ — #Lyrics To A Woke R&B Song

These lyrics are meant to have the same vibe as a Marvin Gaye Song. I don’t really have a beat in mind. And, really, I’m just writing this because I feel like it.

Cheap Cracker
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

you have all the money in the world
you have a golden apartment in the sky
and a hot woman who’ll let you rub her thigh
you’d think you’d be willing to give a little to the people
as you sit in Trump Tower
thinking of how much cake we’re supposed to eat

but you’re a cheap cracker
it’s true
you’re a cheap cracker I’m afraid
someone who won’t give money to
the needy
cheap cracker
cheap cracker
cheap cracker

I wish there was something I could say
that would persuade you
to stop your evil ways
but you’re determined to tweet your way
into infamy

but what can I say
but observe that you have
all the power in the world
but no dignity
you’re your own worst enemy
but you’re not listening to me

but you’re a cheap cracker
it’s true
you’re a cheap cracker I’m afraid
someone who won’t give money to
the needy
cheap cracker
cheap cracker
cheap cracker

[bridge]
wish you’d listen to my words
but you don’t care
you’re too busy tweeting
to heed my call
for civility

sometimes I feel the end is near
but no one listens to me
so I scream into the void
hoping something will change
but it never does
it never does
it never does

Talk To Me Internet: Some Thoughts On Hugh Hefner’s Complicated Legacy

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

This one is pretty good. Enjoy

Some Idle Musing On Playboy Upon The Death Of Hugh Hefner

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

While he wasn’t perfect, Hugh Hefner was a personal hero of mine and influenced me in ways large and small. My personal politics are pretty much the editorial page of Playboy in about 1976. Anyway, with his death, Playboy is at a crossroads. I have a little time on my hands and so I’m going idly muse on my personal vision for the great publication that he founded. I have written about most, if not all, of this before but I feel like talking about it again now that Hefner is dead.

If I had any control over Playboy, I would try to bring back its coolness factor from the ’50 and ’60s. I would bring back the old Playboy TV show, maybe in partnership with YouTube or NetFlix and restore the brand to its glory days. I think there is a huge market for that old school cool and if they did a regular show that featured cool people talking about cool stuff and great bands, then people would respond.

Additionally, I would re-imagine the Playboy ideal. As it stands, for decades, the Playboy man has supposed to covet the attention of the “girl next door” who was hot and surprisingly easy given her ostensible persona. I would do something cool like obsess over Ilana Glazer and make her the “mascot” of the publication. She’s not your traditional beauty, but she’s very sex-positive and she would fit perfectly with the modern concept of the type of woman the Playboy man is supposed to lust after.

All of this would be in the context of trying to turn Playboy.com into the second coming of Gawker.com. If Playboy wants to be relevant again, it needs to flip the script, shake things up a little bit — or maybe a lot — and get people talking about it again. And the best way to do that would be to hire a lot of former Gawker writers and get them to rile up the elites with thought provoking commentary. That’s the thing about Playboy right now — it just doesn’t really generate all that much buzz like it used to. It’s a “legacy brand” as they say, and as such it’s more something a middle-aged man like me likes as opposed to the 20 somethings whose attention advertisers long for.

I would also suggest that — in conjunction with Ilana Glazer — the publication go into video in a big way by maybe having Glazer be a roving reporter for them in little shorts. She’s probably really busy right now and it might cost a bit more than expected to get her to do it, but the cost would be worth it. She would bring instant buzz and street cred back to Playboy in a big way. I know I talk a lot about Glazer sometimes, but she’s a personal favorite and I enjoy thinking up new and different ways to exploit her great personality.

Anyway, thanks for the memories, Hef.

‘Antarctica’ — #Lyrics To A Woke #EDM Song

I am well aware that usually the beat comes first when an EDM song is produced, and I’m also well aware that I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m wasting my time. But I do enjoy telling a story in verse and I’m letting off a little bit of creative steam. So, there you go. The beat to this, in my fevered imagination, would be EDM and much like “Titanium,” with the title stretched out in the chorus.

Antarctica
Lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

the heat is oppressive
we have our last refuge from the elements
we didn’t listen
we didn’t heed the chorus of doom
now we’re living at the edge of the earth
waiting for the end

[pre-chorus]
the heat is oppressive
it’s messing with our minds
we’re left alone with our thoughts

[chorus]
we’re living on
Antarctica
our last hope
Antarctica
when we finally learn
Antarctica, Antarctica, Antarctica

now nothing can save us from our doom
things are full of gloom
pow goes the gun of despair
how many bullets do we have to spare

[pre-chorus]
the heat is oppressive
it’s messing with our minds
we’re left alone with our thoughts

[chorus]
we’re living on
Antarctica
our last hope
Antarctica
when we finally learn
Antarctica, Antarctica, Antarctica

[bridge]
we’re all in this together
what will we do when the end arrives
and the skies finally fall

we’re living on
Antarctica
our last hope
Antarctica
when we finally learn
Antarctica, Antarctica, Antarctica

 

 

 

 

‘Regent’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Rock Song

This is about how Gen. John Kelly may — or may not — be able to control Trump. Again, I just like tell stories in verse and I’m letting off a little bit of steam after writing a lot today on a novel I’m working on.

Regent
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

the world is crumbling
we’re headed to our doom
our fears are all coming true
what to do, dear
what to do, dear
hold your tears
there’s a chance that the general
will be

regent
we can only hope
regent
can we deal
there’s nothing to fear
the regent is here

what is going to happen next
is anyone’s guess
there’s always someone there for the test
we’re going to have to be ready you bet
for when the rain pours down
and there’s nothing left

regent
we can only hope
regent
can we deal
there’s nothing to fear
the regent is here

[bridge]
when will we learn
when our hearts stop their burn
when we crash land onto our fate
at what date we don’t know
hold me close
hold me close

the regent is our only hope
to the madness of the king
we’re on the run
the dogs of war are on the lose
we’re not there yet
not by any stretch

‘280 Characters’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Rock Song

This is about Twitter’s decision to go to 280 characters instead of 140. Again, I’m just screwing around. I like to tell stories in verse and this is a bit relaxing after working off and on on a novel today. In my imagination, the music to this would be something like “Lift” by Radiohead.

280 Characters
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

Trump vows to destroy our world
using 140 characters at a time
doing it all on Jack’s dime
but now we’re getting more space
for Trump’s threats

280 characters is the new norm
280 characters deserve our scorn
will we use the space right
or just find new ways to shout all night

we’re all going to deal
with this new way to squeal
we’re all characters in our own way
for some this news will make their day

280 characters is the new norm
280 characters deserve our scorn
will we use the space right
or just find new ways to shout all night

let me count the ways
for us to be dismayed
that things have now changed

‘Canal Street’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Rock Song

This is just me screwing around. Just have a concept and a story to tell in verse. I just came back from New York City and was hanging around Canal Street.

Canal Street
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

walking the street
you never know who you’ll meet
sometimes people are lost
ask meekly for the place
where they’re supposed to meet

we’re all from somewhere else
on Canal Street
we’re all looking for our fate
on Canal Street

the Chinese touts know what it’s all about
they’ve got watches without a doubt
ones for sale that never fail
just don’t get them wet
or at least that’s what they say

tourists bump against each other
looking for their ride home
they hope they don’t get lost
before the bus sets off
they don’t want to be left alone

we’re all from somewhere else
on Canal Street
we’re all looking for our fate
on Canal Street

[bridge]
there’s an excitement that can’t be forgotten
the hustle and bustle of the crowd
can leave you a little stressed out

we’re just a number I’m afraid
stars on the street
hoping to make ends meet
we’re all fleet footed
until the sun sets in the distance
of Canal Street

Talk To Me Internet: Writing A Novel, Etc.

by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls

This one meanders, but in it I go into a lot of detail about the state of the novel I’m writing.