Tag: folk

‘In The Year 2020’ — #Lyrics To An Angry Woke Pop Rock Folk Song

This, in my imagination, would be an angry song like Neil Young’s Southern man. It would have that vibe to it, at least.

In The Year 2020
Lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

in the year 2020
if we’ve managed to surive
we’re going to have to vote
vote to surive
we’ve lived in a land of lies
where nothing means anything at all
now do we have the gaul to face our fall

in the year 2020
everything may change
in the year 2020
we will have no one but ourselves to blame
in the year 2020
in the year 2020

in the year 2020
we have to fight the power
like we did in ’89
but will we see the facts
will we change our fate
see the lies from the past
for what they are
or will we do it again
be brought to our knees

in the year 2020
I want to believe
that this won’t be the case
that we’ll change our fate
we’ll vote Trump out of office
bring things to normal order
that the government will return
to it’s rightful state

in the year 2020
everything may change
in the year 2020
we will have no one but ourselves to blame
in the year 2020
in the year 2020

[bridge]
nothing will change I’m afraid
I’m afraid we’re going make the same mistake
Trump will be in power for four more
don’t know if I can go on

in the year 2020
hopefully the Russians will stay out
email won’t be a big deal
but I doubt it
we are all so foolish
we’re all in such a rush
to bring calamity
to this great country
I see our fate
even at this late date

‘Adult Daycare Center’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Folk Song

I only associate these lyrics with a folk song because, as I understand it, usually a folk song’s lyrics are written before the music. I am well aware that I know nothing about music and no one will ever do anything with these lyrics, but Trump keeps churning out song titles and concepts.

Adult Daycare Center
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

the president is unhindged
tweeting night and day
the people are questioning his sanity
should he be put away for good
should he be put in a

adult daycare center
that’s is fate we’re all afraid
adult daycare center
what day will this happen we say

the president wants World War III
or so it seems
wants to destroy the peace
please listen to my cry I say
the president won’t relent until the end
until the end is here

adult daycare center
that’s is fate we’re all afraid
adult daycare center
what day will this happen we say

[bridge]
don’t tell me things will be ok
don’t tell such silly words
we’re in trouble I’m afraid
what happens next is scary indeed

adult daycare center
that’s is fate we’re all afraid
adult daycare center
what day will this happen we say

Collusion — #Lyrics To A Woke Folk-Pop-Rock Song

This would be a really hard folk-rock song like Neil Young’s Southern Man.

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

collusion is so obvious to see
collusion sad to say
is what the president did commit
collusion is a rift
that may tare this country adrift apart

the man in the White House
has turned back the clock
forced us in the a corner
we did not want

what happens next is anyone’s guess
will Mr. Mueller comes in time
or are we going to go back in time

collusion is so obvious to see
collusion sad to say
is what the president did commit
collusion is a rift
that may tare this country adrift apart

[bridge]
what happens when we prove collusion
with the Russian threat
and Trumplandia doesn’t give a shit
are we doomed to live under Trump’s yoke

only the future will tell
what is our fate I’m afraid
are we going to escape this hell
will justice prevail

‘The Grifter’ — Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Folk-Rock Song

This is just me venting in verse about Donald Trump. Fuck that guy. What a fucking liar.

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

he’s got something to sell you
he’s got a load of lies
he’ll keep you happy for a while
’cause he’s a celebrity
before it’s all over he’ll grab you between the thigh

he’s the grifter
he’s the grifter
sell you lies, lies, lies
when you figure it all out
he just walks on by

CNN spreads his lies
so does MSNBC
Steve Bannon laughs and laughs
FOX News eats it all up
makes me want to throw up

he’s the grifter
he’s the grifter
sell you lies, lies, lies
when you figure it all out
he just walks on by

[bridge]
with his slight of hand
he’ll keep you confused
until you’re cross-eyed
the Right wing doesn’t care
as long as they get their share

nothing will changes until
we all wake up
until we shake off our sleep
and get woke

he’s the grifter
he’s the grifter
he’s the grifter
he’s the grifter

‘The Ballad Of Otto Warmbier,’ — Lyrics To A Pop Folk Song

Now, let me stress from the beginning that this entire situation is tragic. It’s tragic what happened to this poor boy and it’s even more tragic that there’s weirdly enough some traction when it comes to war talk as part of his death. I find this all weird. But his death is so tragic that it seems it warrants an attempt at a folk pop song. No one pays any of my lyrics any attention, so this is just me yelling out into the void my sadness at what happened. I don’t want war with North Korea, and it’s really sad that poor young Warmbier had to die at the hands of that horrific regime. This would be a folk pop ballad.

The Ballad of Otto Warmbier
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

the land of the morning calm is still
divided in two with dreams that are now nightmares
things are about as bad as they could be
and tragically, I am forced to sing
of one more thing, one more thing, one more thing

Otto Warmbier a young man just out of school
pulled down a banner like a fool
but nothing he could have done
nothing under the great big sun
could possibly merit his unjust treatment
he was beaten to an inch of his life
the North Koreans beat him again again
put him in a coma now he’s dead
put him in a coma now he’s dead
put him in a coma now he’s dead

there’s talk now of bombings
more dead, more dead, more dead
but what are these people thinking
don’t they know the list is long
as the people of Operation Paul Bunyon
and the crew of the Pueblo
can attest, the wicked North Koreans get no rest

so history will remain frozen I’m afraid
nothing will happen to avenge young Warmbier’s name
the millions that would die should try
is a cost far, far, far too high
though let us never forget what the North Koreans did
they beat poor young Warmbier again and again
put him in a coma now he’s dead
put him in a coma now he’s dead
put him in a coma now he’s dead

‘Brooklyn’ — Lyrics To A Woke Folk-Pop Ballad

I saw a picture of Eve Peyser of Vice Magazine in her new apartment on Twitter and she said she fits perfectly in a “strange small room” perfectly. Her obvious beauty and wit has inspired me yet again and given that I am _assuming_ that the apartment is in Brooklyn, I decided to write a poem-meant-to-be-sung about the picture. Given that I have Trumplandia on the brain, it’s “woke” as well. But this is meant to be a homage to Simon & Garfunkel’s “America.” Or that song “Budapest.” It’s supposed to tell a story about a place. That’s the goal, at least. This is, as always a first draft. Like “America,” there’s no traditional chorus. Your vocalist would have to figure out where the emphasis would be.

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

she fits in a strange small room
in her new Brooklyn apartment
perfectly
her broad smile belies
the reign of the mad king
the one we all think about and wince
though for a moment she’s at peace

Brooklyn is the center of it all
her new apartment with its strange small room
the one she fits in so well
leaves us all to pause
to dwell on the meaning of it all

the streets of Brooklyn hum
with the busy people brooding on vice and sin
their voices can be heard to Montreal
maybe in French if they have the gaul

Eve with the raven hair
with her lovely countenance
makes Helen green with envy
it all happens in her new apartment
it all happens in her new apartment
it all happens in her new apartment
the one with the strange small room

‘Blindsided’ — Lyrics To An Anti-Trump Folk-Pop Song

One of the angriest songs I know of is “Troy” by Sinead O’Conner. I have no beat to go with this, but in my imagination is would be a folk-pop song like Troy. You might give it a pop-rock spin like an OK Computer song. Maybe. Anyway, this really is just a poem meant to be sung. These lyrics are kind of meant to be a response to Ivanka Trump’s statement that she was “blindsided” by the angry reaction to her father’s election. It’s meant to be someone responding to her and thinking back to election night and how that made them feel.

Blindsided
lyric by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

it was fall
the globe was spinning, warming
we all thought we had it figured out
the Mid-West would hold
it would hold tight
we’d be liberated from the foe
freedom would ring
but as the night wore on
things began to turn
we thought we would be blessed
but the light began to dim
our frontal lobe began to pound
it became obvious that our fate was sealed
we were going to be blindsided
we were going to be blindsided
the Mid-West would not hold
Michigan and Wisconsin
Michigan and Wisconsin
how could you
how could you blindside us so
now we’re hurdling towards an unknown fate
we live in shock and awe
of that fall night when
the boom fell
leaving us blindsided
we’re lead by a loon, a buffoon
who lies all the time
his daughter has the gual
the gaul to say
she was blindsided by our fury
when her father brought this on himself
he is not kind
he is not fair
there’s nothing to say I fear
but we must rage on
we’re still reeling
from the night we were blindsided by fate
could it have been hackers
could it have been fools
I don’t know
but the struggle has now just begun
we were blindsided
we were blindsided
we were blindsided