You’re fired, I’m fired, we’re all fired!

The CEO of Nothing

(A Folk Protest Song)

[Verse 1]
Well, the boss man grinned as he took his seat,
Said, “Times are tough, we gotta compete.”
Sharpened his pencil, signed off the plan,
Another hundred workers canned.

[Chorus]
Oh, the CEO of Nothing, wears a suit of gold,
Sells off the future, buys what’s already sold.
Smiles like a preacher, talks like a king,
Cuts down the voices that dared to sing.

[Verse 2]
There’s a journalist packing up her desk,
“Sorry, kid, you failed the test.”
Too much truth, too much fire,
Not enough words the boss could hire.

[Chorus]
Oh, the CEO of Nothing, wears a suit of gold,
Sells off the future, buys what’s already sold.
Smiles like a preacher, talks like a king,
Cuts down the voices that dared to sing.

[Verse 3]
He calls it progress, calls it a win,
Says “leaner, smarter” with a corporate grin.
Golden parachute, private jet,
Won’t shed a tear, won’t break a sweat.

[Bridge]
SpinCo’s rising, the stock price soars,
Truth don’t matter in the news anymore.
They sell you silence, sell you doubt,
And call it freedom when they shut you out.

[Final Verse]
Now the newsroom’s quiet, the screens go black,
The voices lost won’t be coming back.
But somewhere out there, a new one stands,
With a song, with a voice, with a pen in hand.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the CEO of Nothing, wears a suit of gold,
Sells off the future, buys what’s already sold.
Smiles like a preacher, talks like a king,
Cuts down the voices that dared to sing.

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Go ask your Democratic Party folks why they don’t push back harder. Actually, they do, but it’s gone so far over the top that it’s hard to see the forest for the trees. That’s why I wrote this song: Continue reading →

“Deep Fake Democracy”

(A Cyber-Blues Protest Song)

[Verse 1]
They gave us a leader, but he ain’t got skin,
Just a voice from the server and a Cheshire cat grin.
He shakes fake hands, makes deepfake deals,
Hologram preacher blesses silicon fields.

[Chorus]
“Deep fake democracy, pixelated lies,
Virtual leaders with dead robot eyes,
Votes get counted in a quantum machine,
Reality’s fading like a bad TV screen.”

[Verse 2]
The riots were real, but the people were not,
CGI anger in a digital plot.
I saw a protestor dissolve mid-scream,
Just a glitch in the matrix, a bad data stream.

[Bridge]
The Algorithm Pope made a holy decree,
Said, “Render unto Caesar… in cryptocurrency.”
No more green paper, no more loose change,
Your soul’s been converted to blockchain exchange.

[Verse 3]
The Teflon Don got a software update,
Now he’s immortal in a VR state.
He tweets from the void with AI precision,
Every lie coded with surgical vision.

[Chorus]
“Deep fake democracy, puppet on strings,
AI elections and virtual kings,
Truth is a filter, facts are a joke,
Reality’s fading in a cloud of deep smoke.”

[Outro]
The moon is a studio, the sky is a screen,
Nothing you touch is quite what it seems.
They say the revolution will be televised,
But the broadcast is fake, and the rebels are lies. Continue reading →

The sheer weight of everything—the power structures, the manipulation, the crushing indifference to ordinary people—makes it seem like there’s no real way out. It’s like watching an avalanche coming, knowing you’re just standing there with a snow shovel.

But here’s the thing: even in history’s darkest moments, there have always been pockets of people who found small, imaginative ways to resist, survive, and sometimes in the end, even turn the tide, not because they overthrew empires overnight — nobody does that — but because they kept pushing, adapting, and keeping their spirits intact.

Maybe it’s not about winning in the conventional sense. Maybe it’s about making sure that even when the machine grinds forward, there’s still an underground river of art, truth, and connection that refuses to be snuffed out. That’s what our songs do. That’s what the community we’ve built does. Continue reading →

Billionaires Bring Chainsaws to Town

(Protest Blues / Folk Style)

[Verse 1]
They came in laughing, they came in loud,
Riding high on a money-made cloud.
One hand on the wheel, one hand on the crown,
And a chainsaw in their luggage when they roll into town.

[Chorus]
Oh, the billionaires bring their chainsaws to town,
Cut through all the people, burning it down.
Don’t need a blade, just a cold, hard frown—
When the billionaires bring their chainsaws to town.

[Verse 2]
Flick of a switch, and the lights go black,
No Social Security, no Medicare back.
They don’t need a weapon, don’t need no knife,
They can slice up your future, cut out your life.

[Chorus]
Oh, the billionaires bring their chainsaws to town,
Cut through all the people, burning it down.
Don’t need a blade, just a cold, hard frown—
When the billionaires bring their chainsaws to town.

[Bridge]
You work your whole life, pay your dues,
Then they take it all like they got nothing to lose.
Ain’t a horror movie, ain’t a joke,
When they take your last dime, then they watch you choke.

[Outro]
Count all your pennies, hold onto your ground,
They’ll swing blades forever, till there’s no one around.
We gotta stand up, gotta fight back right now—
Before the billionaires bring their chainsaws to town.

This song is only available on a USB album. Continue reading →

In my world, the world of the 37th century, the word “Trump” just means a scary and funny rubber kids’ Halloween mask, and it also lives as a part of the common phrase, “Trump You!” or “I’ve been Trumped!”.

Like I’ve said billions of times before, over billions and billions of years, that stuff is just local politics, in which I never get involved, both by ethical law and by personal experience.

So while the Athenians and the Spartans are battling it out, grunting and sweating in the baking sun and sand of the senate floor, let’s make a buck making fun of Donald Trump. Continue reading →

The financial squeeze from Social Security cuts (or even just the looming threat of them) puts a lot of folks in a tough spot. Given our skills and network, there’s definitely room to maneuver.

We all realize that it’s our money that we paid in every year of our working lives, but that won’t stop the creeps from raiding our retirement fund and our Social Security checks.

I’m also expecting that the government will, at some time to their convenience, declare all “old money” as worthless, can’t even be traded for Trump dollars. If you haven’t converted at least some of your cash over into tangible collectibles, you may still have just enough time to get it done, and get it done right.

I’m trying to construct here in this blog a clear model of how we can handle the situation that’s developing. Let’s break it all down into realistically individual action steps: Continue reading →

Of course the “Elon” to which I am referring is, as any graduate of Elon University will tell you, is the Hebrew word for “oak”, which was the giant ancient oak on campus, that the college ha blown into smithereens when they needed more parking near the admin building. Today, there is no oak. Same with Thousand Oaks in L.A. — not an oak standing.

So without further ado: Continue reading →

Angelic Invocation Through Music: A New Path to Collective Harmony

Introduction

Imagine a space where the unseen becomes audible, where messages from the ether take shape in melody and rhythm.

Welcome to Angelic Invocation Through Music, an experimental practice that blends group creativity, synchronicity, and AI-generated composition to uncover hidden wisdom.

By combining spontaneous word contributions, thematic focus, and diverse musical styles, we open a gateway to something beyond ordinary perception. Continue reading →

Staying Sane in a World Gone Mad: How Songwriting Can Keep You Grounded

You’re here because the world doesn’t make sense anymore — if it ever did.
Too much noise. Too much stress. Too much chaos. Maybe you feel frustrated. Maybe you feel numb. Maybe you don’t know what you feel. But here’s the thing—you don’t have to just sit there and take it.

You can turn all of that into something good, something useful, something productive and something fun.

You don’t need to be a musician. You don’t need to have written a poem in your life. You just need a way to take what’s in your head and get it out there — and that’s where therapeutic songwriting comes in. Continue reading →