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Category Archives: Smartass Melodies

Songs that make you think. In a way that hurts.

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D AD
You’re a special kind of stupid, Donald Trump
GGGD
When you run your damn fool mouth, we all wish you’d just shut up
A
You don’t shut up
GABmG
There’s nothing good to say about your rancid point of view
GABm
There’s no one more embarrassing than you
GAD
There’s no one more embarrassing than you
DAD
You’re a special kind of stupid, you bigot chump
GGGD
When you’re calling people rapists with nothing to back it up
A
It sounds made up
GABmG
And we don’t need a leader who lies quite like you do
GABm
Looks like this stage is much to big for you
GAD
Looks like this stage is much to big for you

Chorus:
GD
Please shut up, please shut up
GBm
Please shut up, please shut up
AGA
Just stop

DAD
You’re a special kind of stupid, you festering lump
GGGGD
No, we can’t ID the Muslims and the Chrisitans and the Jews and round them up
A
‘Cause that’s fucked up
GABmG
It seems that life of privilege has taken a toll on you
GABm
‘Cause no one is more out of touch than you
GAD
Yes, no one is more out of touch than you

Chorus

Bridge:
G Bm
Easy fear is easy
GD
Easy fear is cheap
GABmE
Easy fear spreads the dumb
GA
And makes us all look weak

D A D
You’re a special kind of stupid, you city dump
G GD
Your platform’s not that clear, just a bunch of hate and fear, that’s not enough
A
How ’bout shut up?
GABmG
Cut our losses, stop the bleeding, come one, take a cue
GABm
There’s no ome more embarrassing than you
GAD
There’s no ome more embarrassing than you

Chorus
Tags:
G
I mean it sincerely
D
I’m down on my knees
G
I’m asking you nicely
D
I used the word “please”
G A
You’re making us look like jagoffs
BmE
That’s something we don’t need
G
And your monstrous, childish ego
A
Is something we won’t feed

G
Mr Trump,
D
These are difficult times
G
And the last thing we need right now
D
Is spme blowhard running his mouth
G
And making us look like jerks
D
So on behalf of the sane Americans here at home
Bm A
And *all* Americans abroad,
G
Just stop

At Debence Antique Music World.

Animatronic wizard at Debence Antique Music World.

This hefty piece of electronic musical history is at the Debence Antique Music World in Franklin, PA. The first of its kind was built in 1938 by the Hammond Organ Company and given to FDR in 1940 for his birthday. The one pictured is 41 of 1069. Production was stopped as the US entered WW2.

And you thought your synthesizer was heavy in the 90s.

And you thought your synthesizer was heavy in the 90s.

Circuits

Circuits

More circuits

More circuits

The Hammond Novachord Synthesizer, 1938. On display at Debence Antique Music World

The Hammond Novachord Synthesizer, 1938. On display at the Debence Antique Music World

Get a load of my new work. It has magic, circular reasoning, and a chance at redemption. Warning: may cause controversy if you share this with your family or community.

Total non sequitor, or deep message?

The Asteroid

Why do I still get up when
I know it’s the same old day again?
Maybe this time something’s changed?
The coffee’s still the same and
I know all the people here
I’ll die of boredom now I fear

When is it coming down?
When will it hit the ground?
Light up this whole damn town?

A brisk walk to the river
Might be just the thing to clear my mind
Before this funk gets settled in
Just me, my thoughts, and pen and
A view to inspire
But I close my eyes and all I see is fire.

When is it coming down?
When will it hit the ground?
Light up this whole damn town?

Hell, i’ll head to the back yard
Where I might find a friend indeed
Help me change my attitude
I’ll soak up each detail, you know
These times are gold
‘Cause soon this all will be a smoking hole

Just can’t drown out the voices
Who from time to time still call on me
To tell you all just what i’ve seen
I now know the how and why
But not the hour we’ll meet our fate
So I just go out onto the roof and wait

When is it coming down? Like a second sun
When will it hit the ground? Smite everyone
Light up this whole damn town? Like a bomb

Why do I still get up when
I know it’s the same old day again
Maybe this time something’s changed
The world is still the same
And I still don’t know my place
Same thing could be said for the human race

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