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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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