Monday, June 25, 2007

Best People In the World

Hi Folks. I thought I'd blog the lyrics and uke chords of my last show's opening number for those musically inclined. Enjoy!

The Best People in the World

By Winlar
2006
winlar@winlar.net

G
I’ve toured the globe
From La Havre to La Trobe
D
That’s just a thing that I do
But I get tired out
With the People who count
G
And I love coming back here to you

I spend lots of time
With those social climbers
D
People of fortune and fame
But don’t be put out
I don’t give them more clout
.....................G
Just ‘cause I can remember their names

I been there and done this and
Gained all sorts of wisdom
C.......................................................A7
And I thought I’d share this one pearl
D........................................................D7
I’d rather be here with all of you folks
D.............................D7..................G
Than all the best people ‘n the world

I have such a blast
With folks who have class
D
Above all the rancor and squalor
But I get so tired
Of folks I admire
G
So I thought I’d come give you a holler

You’re no more badder
Than people who matter
D
That’s right, I said what I meant
In my opinion
You’re just as fun
G
As People with intelligence

When I feel blue
I think of you
C...............................................A7
In any place I’ve ever been hurled
D......................................D7
I’d rather be here with all of you folks
..........D..................D7..................G
Than all the best people 'n the world


(Bridge)
D
All those newsmakers
The movers and shakers
G
Settin’ the world all aflame
D
When the world changes
It’s all done by strangers
G
I know that y’all aren’t to blame
C
I’ll tell you squarely
They kinda scare me
G
They’ll lead us to certain doom
C
Those people in charge
Will screw things up large
D....................................................D7
But it won’t be someone in this room

G
Life’s kinda funny
Power and money
D
It fun to be with people who got ‘em
But when that's all through
I come to club Rendezvous
G
And hang out with you all Right here at rock bottom

When push comes to shove
It’s you losers I love
C..............................................A7
Even with your freak flags unfurled
D.......................................D7
I’d rather be here with all of you folks
D......................................D7
I’d rather be here with all of my friends
D......................................D7
I'd rather be here with all of you people
Tacit.......................................................G
Than all the best people in the world
G Gsus G

Friday, June 15, 2007

Someday

Here's a song I wrote that isn't yet in musical form, and thus got cut from my last show. Not sure what to do with it, so I thought I'd blog it. Enjoy.

Someday

By Winlar + GT
2007
winlar@winlar.net

Someday Mr. President, we’ll solve things without war
Someday we’ll have a man in charge who knows what power is for
Someday our head of state won’t use the politics of fear
Someday he’ll say the truth. Someday he’ll be sincere
Someday when faced with crisis he’ll be able to stay calm
Someday he’ll find solutions and not blithely rush to bombs
Someday we’ll have a leader who can really think things through
Someday will be wondrous
But someday isn’t you

Someday Mr. Rove, our elections will be free
And strategists won’t scare the shit out of their constituency
Someday to tell the truth our candidates will take great pains
Someday we’ll be beyond attack ads and whisper campaigns
Someday we’ll put sheer competence above blind loyalty
Someday we’ll fix the harm you’ve done to our democracy
Someday we’ll have an antidote to the poison that you brew
Someday will be wondrous
But someday isn’t you

Someday Alberto, we will see that torture doesn’t work
We’ll see it’s just failed policy of cold sadistic jerks
Someday Habeas Corpus and Jurisprudence won’t be banned
As latin 101 terms that you do not understand
Someday we’ll know our constitution as a wondrous plan
Whose rights should protect everyone, not just Americans
Someday someone will mete out Justice with hands fair and true
Someday will be wondrous
But someday isn’t you

Someday our leaders will be folks of whom we’re not ashamed
Folks who show morality in deed and not just name
Someday our wealth and freedom will belong to one and all
And not just to the members of a foul elite cabal
Someday we'll live to our ideals. Someday. But ‘til then
I guess we must be governed by these fearful, greedy men
Someday we will mend the pain they’ve caused our nation through and through
Someday will be wondrous.
But someday isn’t you.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

My Daddy Plays the Ukulele

Hey folks! I've decided to blog the lyrics to some of my songs, and throw in chords so you can play them at home. (Preferably on the ukulele, but if you have an inferior instrument, needs must.)
So enjoy!
My Daddy Plays the Ukulele
By Winlar
©2005
winlar@winlar.net

C................................A7
He ain’t got a lot of money
F....................................G7
He ain’t too elegantly dressed
C...................................... A7
He's always tryin' to be funny
D7........................................... G7
Without a real good ratio of success

..........C...................................... Cm
But I know my Daddy really loves me
..........F .........................................Fm
Each evening he tucks me in at night
C .................................A7
My Daddy plays the ukulele
.........D7 ...............G7 ....................C
And that makes everything all right

My Life is nothin’ but messes
They’re the only things that I can call mine
I’m not quite sure what my address is
But it’s somewhere ‘neath the poverty line

Ask me how I’ve got it
And I’ll tell you truthful things are pretty tight
But my Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right

Bridge
.......F ....................G7 ....................C
His song writing may not be the greatest
.........F....................G7 .................C
And it ain’t much listen to him sing
........F ...........................G7 ............C
and as for playing the uke with virtuosity
..........D7 ................................................G7
Well, I’m not certain there is such a thing
...........................C ........................Cm
But when my hard kid’s day is over
........F .........................................................Fm
And mommy comes and turns out the light
C .................................A7
My Daddy plays the ukulele
.........D7 ..............G7.................... C
And that makes everything all right

Some kids are born into greed
Some kids get toys and stuff for free
Some kids have everything they need
And other kids, well, they’d be me

But I wouldn’t trade it for the world
So don’t sit up late worryin’ ‘bout my plight
My Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right

So don’t you think I’m in depression
Wishin’ I had wealth and blood so blue
Just let me just ask you one question
What instrument does your dad play for you?

‘Cause each evenin’ I get a melody
To dream about until the morning light
My Daddy plays the ukulele
And that makes everything all right
Yes it does
That makes everything all right
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