Dance Babies Dance!

Some fun this week. I let my wife choose what video to blog, and she of course chose this clip of the Kazoo! babies, Wily, Izzy and a cameo by Moxie. Enjoy!

January 20th, 2009

OK. I must be getting good, because I got text and video in the same blog! I decided to post this song as it (mercifully) has an expiration date. FYI, the lyric as of today should read 488 days.




January 20th 2009
By Winlar + GT
2007
winlar@winlar.net

Intro
D
When things are grey
G
There is a day
D............................A
That I so dream about
D
It is a date
G
Which looms so great
.........D.........A..........D
That I just want to shout
D
I know it’s strange
G
What can time change?
D.....................A
The future is uncertain
D
But I do know
G
Of a really bad show
...................D................A...............D
On which, soon we’ll draw the curtain

G................C...............G.....................D
January twentieth, two-thousand nine
G.......................................C...............G.....................D
Don’t know what I’ll be doing, but I’ll be doing fine
Em..................C................D................G
Can’t wait to wake up Jan twenty-first
Em..............................C...............................D................G
Things may not get better, but they can’t get much worse
Em..................C................D................G
Oh for that day, how I yearn and I pine
G.............C........................D...............G
January twentieth, two-thousand nine

Bridge
D......................................................................G
For eight year’s we've been trapped in a circus
D................................................................................G
Wondering which way next these goons would jerk us
D....................................................................G
And now the whole big tent is counting down
C.................................................................Csus..............C
‘Til we finally see the last of all these scary, scary clowns

January twentieth, two-thousand and nine
Oh boy howdy, I’ll be having a good time
We’ll all be partying in all sorts of ways
In just Five-hundred and ninety-one days
Hope the world is still around by that time
January 20th 2009

Bridge 2
It’s like a sports event that isn’t any fun
But win or lose, at least it will be done
Our team is now just running out the clock
Because it’s win win win once we’re rid of this c*ck!

January twentieth, two-thousand nine
We’ll climb back this side of the sanity line
Neither of them can ever come back
It’s like a pre-planned impeachment combo heart attack
An exit strategy set up by God divine
January twentieth, two-thousand nine

Bridge 3
We’ll finally have an end to all the scandal
The extent of which, we still don’t have a handle
After eight years of cover-ups and vises
I’ll gladly welcome a blow-job as the nation’s greatest crisis!

January twentieth, two-thousand and nine
Though if they’d like to leave a little sooner that’d be fine
I’m sure we’ll handle the transition with class
On the way out, don’t let the door hit your ass!
Hope they’ve finally learned how to pull out on time
January 20th, 2009

Won’t it be great not to deal with these swine?
It would be nice if they’d just up and resign
Dear God I hope we choose much better next time
January 20th 2009!

Hearing Aid Song

Turn up your hearing aid

In case you haven't noticed, I'm updating the blog every Thursday now, hopefully with some video as well as creative wordigy. So check in each Thursday for something new.
This week, here's a song from my last show. Try to guess who it's written about!--w

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8zserVTDINc

Jesus Needs to Talk Louder
By Winlar + GT
2007
winlar@winlar.net

Intro chords Dm, Dm7, Dm, Dm7

Dm
You say you bounce all your decisions off God
Yet the results strike everybody as odd
Gm
You say the lord chose you
Am..............................Dm
And you couldn’t be prouder
But all these things the big guy tells you to do
Don’t make much sense so I think that you need to
Gm
Either turn up your hearing aid
Am..................................Dm
Or Jesus needs to talk louder
Gm
You need to turn up your hearing aid
Am...................................Dm
Or Jesus needs to talk louder

Dm,Dm7,Dm, Dm7 etc..
Dm
I think it’s strange that the advice that God’s giving
Ends up with multitudes no longer living
..............Gm
Yet you stand by your plan
Am...............................Dm
And you couldn’t be stouter
Invasions, shock and awe and troop increases
Jesus said “peace” dickhead, not “left in pieces”
Gm
Either turn up your hearing aid
Am..................................Dm
Or Jesus needs to talk louder

BridgeGm
He blessed the peacemakers and blessed the meek
Dm
Gave unto Caesar, turned the other cheek
Gm
Of loving all mankind he’d boldly speak
A
Did you miss Sunday school that fuckin’ week?

Dm
He said to heal the sick and help the poor
Not send them off to fight a senseless war
Gm...........................................Am
And now I think he’s tellin’ you
....................Dm
To take a powder
Listen more closely and you’ll hear God saying
"Try a little more thinking and a little less praying"
Gm
Turn up your hearing aid
Am...................................Dm
Or Jesus needs to talk louder
Gm
You need to turn up your hearing aid
Am.....................................Dm
Or Jesus needs to talk louder


Dm, Dm7, Dm, Dm7 to end....

Why is none of the Spilt Blood Blue?

Why is None of the Spilt Blood Blue?
By Winlar
©2007
winlar@winlar.net

The question that I ask of you
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?

In this land, it’s been decided
How the cit’zenry’s divided
Red blood for most, but for the few
Their special blood is colored blue

And so we live from day to day
Those of valued DNA
Enjoy the wealth, and power and gifts
While others do the heavy lifts

And on most days we don’t complain
We just get through the days campaign
Too busy working like a mule
To question why the blue bloods rule

Except today in foreign lands
Blood is spilt upon the sands
Noble blood, a sacred cost
Precious blood that is now lost

And I must ask as this thing of you
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?

I see this most colossal stain
Of heartache, loss and tragic pain
Soldiers many colors dead
But the bloodstain only red

We know where spoils are going to
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?

Who gains from this ugly war?
Is it our freedom to be poor?
Or is the battle just to help
Those already with great wealth

If so then, why is it true?
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?

Is there not one shred of guilt
When looking at the blood we’ve spilt?
That those who get the smallest slice
Are making all the sacrifice

The class that makes the greatest toil
Bears the burden, gets no oil
While those whose sons stay home and near
Have all to gain, and naught to fear

Don’t the rich have children too?
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?

I guess I’ll always find it strange
Though powerless I to make it change
The rich get rich the poor go die
While no one seems to question why

Questions which seem overdue
Why is none of the spilt blood blue?