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Okay.  Been wanting to put up a new tune but hampered by life, & technical issues.  Anyway, for consumption to a part of your brain should you decide to imprint it.

I wanted to improve on the recording, but could not regain the initial energy which created this, which I recorded one Sunday night in a 10 hour blitz.

It’s all me.  Tried syncing up a bass part that Greg sent me, but was too time consuming, so my apologies to Greg for not getting his bass part included in this presentation.  Another time.

AGEPaul Woodsong

Age of Conflict. Age of Fear.

Age of Wonder, Why We are Here.

Age of Macho, Age of Hate.

Age of Just Let Me, Opiate.

Age of Reason. Age of Doubt.

Age of Treason. Throw the Bums Out.

Age of Lust, Age of Regret.

Age of Return, On a Faulted Bet.

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Age of Trance, On a Screen Romance.

Age of Chance, Age of Sense Enhance.

Age of Endeavor, Age to Succeed.

Age of Never Ending, Human Greed.

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Age of Confusion, Age of Wrong Facts.

Age of The Point, of No Turning Back.

Age of Violence, Age of Rage.

Age of Torment, Turn the Page.

Age of Lies, Age of Deceit.

Age of, “Do You Want A Receipt?”

Age of Distraction, “Alternative Facts.”

Age of Retraction, Age of Hacks.

CHORUS

Age of Wonder, Age of Wrong Thought.

Age of Plunder, It Comes to Naught.

Age of the Square Root of Minus One.

Age of the Black Boot, Age of the Gun.

One More Gun

In the continuing tradition of writing about things that are “Foul”, in our world, Greg has a new song about the ongoing gun-violence in our world.  He wrote the lyrics, composed the music, sang the vocals, orchestrated the bass parts.  Paul provided the drum mix & guitars.

One More Gun

What if we had pried from his cold dead fingers,

The guns that he held so dear,

Would it have saved the children at Newtown,

Or the 30,000 killed each year?

Random agendas, and hate in their eyes,

Will purchase a gun to empower their lies.

A moment of anger, out comes the steel,

The victim now knows, just how you feel.

Can we pretend, guns aren’t a disease?

Is the gun in your hand, what Jesus sees?

He’s locked and loaded, malicious intent,

He brought his weapon to a public event.

His mind is writhing, confused, in pain,

A lifelong frustration, today that will end.

He struggles with conscience, but he has the right,

To use his weapon, to shoot up the night.

His cause is worthy, he enters the stage,

Dozens lay dying, the victims of rage.

Each round discharged, can take one more life.

It’s all about power, it’s all about might.

One more gun….

What if we had pried from his cold dead fingers,

The guns that he held so dear,

Would it have saved the children at Newtown,

Or the 30,000 killed each year?

Guns used in killing, a justified price.

So gun corporations, can profit and thrive.

They want a gun, in everyone’s hand,

Guns kill our children, family, and friends.

We must teach our daughters, we must teach our sons,

To take life much faster, using a gun.

Will one more gun, make it better?

Will one more gun, make it right?

Will one more gun, save the children?

Will one more gun, calm the night?

Will one more gun, solve the problem?

Will one more gun, provide world peace?

Will one more gun, make you happy?

Will one more gun, set people free?

Will one more gun, create a solution?

Will one more gun, make everyone safe?

Will one more gun, make the difference?

Will one more gun, stop all the hate?

Pulse 103, Sandy Hook 28, Virginia Tech 49, Foot Hood 64, Killeen 42, Emmanuel Church 9, Washington 15, Roseburg 18, Century Theater 70, San Ysidro 40, Columbine 33, Isla Vista 13, Oikos University 7, Manchester 8, Dallas 13, Binghampton 17, and on and on and on and on…….

<--Bad Monkey-->


This is a Great Tune from Greg about the Bad Monkeys in Politics: (Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, Jeb Bush, etc.) also, The Corporatocracy, The One Percent, Wall Street, etc.)                              

                    Greg Wrote the Lyrics, the Music,  Programmed the Drums, Played the Basses, Sang Vocals.  Paul added Guitars & a Vocal.  

Bad Monkey-(GregHafner)

There’s a Bad Monkey, Stealin’ all the fruit.

There’s a Bad Monkey, Stealin’ all the fruit.

There’s a Bad Monkey, Stealin’ all the fruit.

There’s a Bad Monkey, Stealin’ all the fruit.

Gave her a ripe banana, To keep her calm.

I knew the coconut, Wouldn’t last for long.

She took my grapes and berries, Pineapples too.

I grind her hurdy gurdy, it’s what I do.

Chorus

Eight hundred pound gorilla, invades the room.

Sit’s at the chairman’s table, stares right at you.

He’s taken all the silver, now wants the gold.

He’s just a greedy monkey, he has no soul.

Chorus

A Simian existence, too many on the street.

Can you trust a monkey, who’s hands look like it’s feet?

Always stays above you, just swinging from a vine.

They think they’re taking over, quite sure that it’s their time.

Monkey, Monkey. Monkey, Monkey.

The city is a Jungle, with Baboons in the Park.

Orangutan’s can see that, You’re alone in the Dark.

You try and Fight the Monkey, He goes into a Rage.

Better Watch just what you say, or end up in a Cage.

Monkey, Monkey. Monkey, Monkey.

Chorus

You see them every Evening, on Prime Time TV,

Selling Monkey Buttons, that say “Vote for Me”

They’re likely Stealing, Everything they See.

Politicians Acting Like They’re Chimpanzees.

Chorus


<----REPUBLICAN RAP----->

 

A Political song from Greg.   He played the Bass, Bass Synth, Vocals, Programmed the drums, & did the final mixing.  Paul added a couple of guitar parts.   *(The first part of the tune is INSTRUMENTAL, before the words kick in.)                                        ———————————————————————–

REPUBLICAN RAP-by Greg Hafner
You treat your workers like servants,
And don't understand why they're pissed.
You deny the struggling a living,
While making money hand over fist.
You suck up all of the privilege,
You tell others to go without.
Selfish minds support you,
Not understanding what you're all about.
Your fortune feeds off the masses,
So you can live at the top.
Taking much more than giving,
Gold/power is all that you want.
You send the poor to countries,
That hate our predator ways,
To destroy and die for money,
Not peace or happier days.
Promoting guns for profit,
You guarantee us the right,
To kill the living for pleasure,
And threaten each other at night.
Don't care about trees or flowers,
A park's where you throw your trash.
So full is your ivory tower,
It's there that you hoard your cash.
Gay, black, brown, or yellow,
Don't belong in your personal space.
Just straight Judeo-Christian,
Born with a Caucasian face.
This is the age,
Republican Rap.
Balding and beige,
Republican Rap.                                                            ----------------------------------------

*Knee Deep In The Swamp of the Nebulous*

This tune has been in the works for a few months.

It’s inspired by a song from 1965,                              by Ronald Thielman,

Entitled: Chelsea Suite.

My High School Concert Band recorded the song in 1968. (I played Coronet on the tune)

I re-worked parts of it and came up with the music for this song.

The Lyrics happened by chance with help from Bev.

I played/recorded all the instruments, did the final mix, etc..

Paul Woodsong.

Knee Deep, in the Swamp of the Nebulous-                ( Paul & Bev Woodsong )

Mostly Cloudy, & Patchy Fog.

Chance of Rain, All day Long.

Into the Night, It will be.

   Mainly Raining. Time for Tea.                    

 Time for Whatever, Life Requires.

Try to Fulfill, Our Mind’s Desire.

Our Body’s Ocean, of Human Need.

A Secret Potion, Say the Creed:

Knee Deep, in the Swamp, of the Nebulous.

Every Step Taken, Will be Dangerous.

Watch, as you Gaze, Upon the Precipice.

Your Life, is on the Line, Make your Exodus.

Life is Illusive, What’s to Gain?

What is Lost, Causes Pain.

What’s Needed, Try to Find.

Escape from, A Shattered Mind.

Way back Where, We came From.

Follow the Path, of Bread Crumbs.

Plumb-Rum-Scum-Slum, Swim Some.

Back Home, The Old Humdrum.

Knee Deep, in the Swamp, of the Nebulous.

Every Step Taken, Will be Dangerous.

Watch, as you Gaze, Upon the Precipice.

Your Life, On-Line, Make Your Exodus.

Knee Deep, in the Swamp of the Nebulous

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<-SYMPATHY-by RARE BIRD-->

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This song originally was recorded by a British Rock Band from 1970 called RARE BIRD.             

This is my own version of the tune.                         Paul Woodsong

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Sympathy-(@Rare Bird1970)

And when you climb, into your bed tonight.

And when you lock, and bolt the door.

Just think of those, out in the cold, and dark.

‘Cause there’s not, enough love, to go ’round.

And Sympathy, is what we need my friend.

And Sympathy, is what we need.

And Sympathy, is what we need my friend.

‘Cause there’s not, enough love, to go ‘round.

No, there’s not, enough love, to go ‘round.

Now half the world, hates the other half.

And half the world, has all the food.

And half the world, lies down, and quietly starves.

‘Cause there’s not, enough love, to go ‘round.

And Sympathy, is what we need my friend.

And Sympathy, is what we need.

And Sympathy, is what we need my friend.

‘Cause there’s not, enough love, to go ‘round.

No, there’s not, enough love, to go ‘round.

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SOMETHING FOUL ON-COAST TO COAST-EMERGING ARTIST-RADIO SHOW

Surprise Surprise!  SOMETHING FOUL was highlighted on Coast to Coast AM Radio on Sunday Night, as part of their “Emerging Artist” promotion.                                                            They played a 30-second cut from our:                                              “A Reptile Dysfunction” CD: “Beware the Side Effects”.

Emerging Artists 3/8/15                                                                  March 08, 2015

“On tonight’s program, George Noory will feature this month’s emerging artists for some of the Bumper Music selections. Tonight, we’ll hear from Something Foul, Angus Clement, Allen Farr, Robin Landry, Anadrome, Leon Mah-Zee-Kah, and Adam Crowe.