[Verse 1]
Come gather, you people, wherever you roam,
And admit that the world’s lookin’ rougher than home,
And the crimes that they do with a wink and a phone
Are growin’ strange, no denyin’.
They’re shiftin’ the rules with a digital pen,
What was crookin’ last Tuesday is legal again,
So you better start watchin’ the where and the when,
For the crimes, they are a-changin’.
[Verse 2]
Big money guys smilin’ that crocodile smile,
Sellin’ fear on the corner like it’s been outta style,
And the truth gets arrested and held for a while —
A misdemeanor called “tryin’.”
They shuffle the deck with a billionaire’s hand,
Make a loophole so wide you could march in a band,
And the judge shakes his head ’cause he don’t understand
How the crimes keep rearrangin’.
[Verse 3]
The hustlers and tricksters and influencers too,
They’re preachin’ salvation in red, white, and blue,
While the pockets they pick might belong to you,
But they call it “economic alignin’.”
They steal in the daylight and swear that they’re clean,
Say it’s all just a glitch in the national machine,
But the glitch looks suspiciously human, I mean —
Man, the crimes, they are mutatin’.
[Bridge]
Oh, the walls are all listenin’, the data streams know,
And the lies grow wings where the truth can’t go,
There’s a brand-new crime every headline show,
And the old ones retire in Florida.
[Verse 4]
So lift up your voices, you weary, you wise,
You watchers of chaos with openin’ eyes —
For the laws of the land are a thin disguise
For the plans folks ain’t confessin’.
The powerful whisper, “Don’t worry, it’s fine,”
While they rewrite the maps of the national spine,
But the people out here read between every line —
Yeah, the crimes, they are awakenin’.
[Outro]
And the future rolls in with a harmonica wail,
Where justice walks crooked but truth leaves a trail,
And the wind keeps singin’ that half-bitter tale:
“The crimes… they are a-changin’.”
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“The Crimes They Are A-Changin’” tips its hat straight to Bob Dylan’s The Times They Are A-Changin’, which was written at a moment when power structures were cracking and nobody could pretend not to hear it anymore. Dylan wasn’t singing about one scandal — he was pointing at a pattern. Institutions, laws, and “respectable” authority were already out of date, and reality was about to run them over.
This parody/satire version flips the lens.
Back then, the warning was change is coming.
Now the warning is the crimes are showing.
What used to be hidden behind closed doors, classified stamps, and polite press releases now leaks, cracks, and spills out in public view. Financial crimes. War crimes. Surveillance crimes. Influence-peddling. Immunity games. Whole layers of government and corporate behavior that once relied on silence are suddenly exposed — not because anyone got noble, but because the machinery can’t keep secrets anymore.
The song isn’t partisan. It’s structural.
It’s not about who you like or dislike — it’s about the end of plausible deniability.
In Dylan’s era, the message was: get ready — the world is shifting.
Now the message is: Look closely — the receipts are on the table.
Same folk backbone. Same warning tone. Different phase of the cycle.
The times have changed.
Now the crimes are changing again — not in number, but in visibility.
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Here’s the Bardo bus!
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See You At The Top!!!
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