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One More Gun

I thought that this song needed re-posting at the top of our list of songs as it continues to be a timely statement on America’s infatuation with guns.  It was originally posted August 2nd, 2016.

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


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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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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.

The Hours In Our Life

I decided to repost this tune.  Will have a new song up soon.

This song also started as a guitar riff in 1973 when Greg & I were in  “HELIOS“.  Last year, after I challenged him to finish “Is That All There Is?“, Greg challenged me to finish this tune with lyrics.  This is the , result.  Lyrics inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson.  (I also nipped a couple of lines from a song Greg was working on.  Guess we need to finish that tune someday.)

Local Portland musician, Steve Michaelson, graciously added keyboards, drums, and mixed the final version.

The Hours in Our Life

Dragon and serpent, the Devil and Hell,

Objects of blame, No One can tell.

Encourage delusions, Control the flocks,

Hide behind doors with unopened locks.

It’s all just thought forms, inside our head.

No matter the reason, which way we are led,

We follow blindly, like lemmings to the sea.

There’s none so blind, as those that will not see.

The hours in our life,

Like centuries of time.

The twisting of the knife,

To squeeze a simple dime.

Beings in the saddle, ride mankind.

Others make sure they’re wined and dined.

Most of us just trying to, get along,

Try to figure out, where we belong.

One thing is certain, there’s no turning back,

Once it’s decided to stage an attack.

The result will be, anyone’s guess.

A wise man would stay out of this mess.

The hours in our life,

Like centuries of time.

The twisting of the knife,

To squeeze a simple dime.

What are we doing to each other?

Why do we hurt our Earth Mother?

When was the death of common sense?

What makes a good president?

Still waiting, waiting to see,

Just what the future will be.

What has become of those boys and girls,

They were enlightened to save the world?

But Wall Street and Main Street are two different things.

One wears gold, the other dime store rings.

Still waiting, waiting to see,

Just what the future will be.

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Is That All There Is? (ITATI)

This song started out as a riff that Greg, myself, John Vanderslice-(Keyboards), & Alan Martin-(Drums), used to jam on in 1973 when we were in a fledgling band called, “HELIOS“.

Last year I challenged Greg to finish the tune with lyrics, etc… and boy did he deliver!  It was a lot of fun adding the guitars.

ITATI

I started out to change the world,

Make a difference that would last through time.

Perhaps give meaning to why we’re here,

Leave a painting, a song, a rhyme.

Watching others coast right on by,

As I struggle to scale these rocks.

I came this way, a long, hard way

Just to find this empty box.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you take heaven, I’m stuck with Hell.

Now walking the tunnel gives quite a fright,

I can clearly see the locomotive’s light.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

The glasses we wear affect the view,

Colors fade in the light of the moon,

Just when you finally get your drink,

Someone throws you out of the room.

Is that all, is that all there is,

The reason for my conscious light?

The message I think is very clear,

You’re born, you live, you die.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you build heaven, I’m struggling through Hell.

Now walking the tunnel gives quite a fright,

I can clearly see the locomotive’s light.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

She left me on a stormy night.

I saw tears well up in her eyes.

She took her love, her dog and cat,

And strolled right out of my life.

I thought that love, once it’s found

Would make a much bigger splash.

Now I realize you only get life’s best

If you come up with lots of cash.

There seems to be one story to tell,

While you buy heaven, I’m living in Hell.

Moving through the tunnel, the tunnel of time,

I can clearly see the end of the line.

Is that all there is?

Is that all there is?

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Smoke And Mirrors

This song was written by Greg.  He programmed the drums, played the bass, sang the vocals.  Paul added guitars.

Smoke and Mirrors-Greg Hafner

With Smoke and Mirrors, we can be misdirected,
Diamond bright lights, can capture our view.
Will all the truth be, what we expected?
Is this illusion or ovum of proof?

A whisper, A figment, A truth you can see.
You want it, You need it, It might set you free.
You wake up Each morning, And get out of bed
You’re tired, And mired, Foul thoughts in your head.

The clock on the wall begs a larger question,
Are you living life, or waiting to die?
Potential fates too scary to mention,
Adventures you dreamed of are passing you by.

Should we live in the future, While burning the past?
Is the present much better, Or moving too fast?
Do we have a belief, Regardless the cast,
Only change is consistent, And destined to last.

It takes you, It breaks you, Asking you why.
You had it, You lost it, Now you don’t try.
You’re told that Tomorrow, Improves on today.
That fact that It doesn’t, Just blows you away.

You thought that money would solve all your problems,
But your happiness got ushered away.
Out on your own, you find that you’re living
Fantastic deception, the lie of the day.

Your moment, Your story, To shine in the light.
A token, That’s taken, Stolen at night.
You’re inching Towards something You don’t understand.
Where does Help come from, When you need a hand?

Who’s Gonna’ Love You

Another original from Greg.  Mellow.  Like floating down a river.           Greg programmed the drums, played the bass, sang the vocals.              I added guitars.

Who’s Gonna Love You?-Greg Hafner

You know you never saw it coming,
The years kept piling up on you.
The love you thought would last forever,
Turns out you’re just a lovelost fool.
You tried so heard to build your pleasure,
‘Cause you were young and you were bold.
And now you look around and wonder,
“Who’s gonna love you when you’re old”?

Who’s gonna love you when you’re old?
Who’s gonna warm you when you’re cold?
Facing the future life alone,
Who’s gonna love you when you’re old?

Recalling times that you were winning,
Remembering times you were on top.
You took advantage of all around you,
Why didn’t someone make you stop?
You’ve lost the power and the passion,
No matter what you try to do,
To hide the gray and all the wrinkles,
Time will still catch up with you.

(Chorus)

Large vacant spaces cloud your thinking,
The writing’s rusted on the wall.
The story you thought that you would always tell,
And then your springs turned into fall.
You know you never saw it coming,
The years kept piling up on you.
The love you thought would last forever,
Turned out you’re just a lovelost fool.

(Chorus)

It’s never enough when she says she’s gonna leave you,
It’s always a bluff when she is gone.
She left you alone, but you’re willing to forgive her,
If she’ll just come back where she belongs.

Brown Dwarf

 

This song was actually recorded in Oakland, CA. at David Cooper’s house, where he has a studio.  My son, Garlynn took me over one night to see what we could come up with.  We used the program, “Logic”.  David came up with a drum beat, I added a bass guitar, then a rhythm guitar, David added marimba tones as we structured the song.  Brown Dwarf was in the news at the time, so I suggested it would be nice if we could overlay some sort of vocal about Brown Dwarf’s.  Garlynn whipped out his smart phone and found a description of Brown Dwarf’s which I read and recorded into the mix.  Greg added some extra bass in this version of the tune.

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Beware of the Side Effects

This song is one of Greg’s.  I added guitars.  It addresses something we all should be aware of:  The Side Effects!

Beware the Side Effects

Take these blues and call me in the morning,

But beware the side effects…..

Loss of appetite,

Agitation.

Nausea, fever,

Halucination.

Trouble sleeping,

Extreme depression.

Can’t seem to focus,

On concentration.

Rapid heart beat,

Dibilitation.

Panic, tremors,

Bad conversation.

Lips are swelling,

No coordination.

Legendary erection

Anticipation.

Beware the side effects.

Don’t you know to

Beware the side effects.

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Big Corporate Money Blues

This is another Greg song about the Corporate Control of our World.  I added guitars:

Big Corporate Money Blues

The air is full of fallout. The water has run afoul.

Oil’s pumping toxic assets, just barely underground.

The money’s going to Beijing, Bangkok, and Mumbai,

And the attorneys we elected, get the largest piece of the pie.

Big corporate money blues,

We’re the one’s that pay the dues.

Our government’s in it too,

They’ve got big corporate money blues.

Squeezing rocks with solvent, just to make one last stand

Against the change in power, blowing across the land.

Guns held public or private, are killing every day..

But suits that feed the madness just profit and walk away.

Big corporate money blues,

We’re the one’s that pay the dues.

Our government’s in it too,

They’ve got big corporate money blues.

Why can’t they see long term? The proof is all around.

We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.

Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?

Has it always been about, what’s for me, me, me……


Chairs sit in others’ boardrooms, so they can hold the silver tight,

They’ll vote themselves a pay-raise, then furlough workers at night.

You think you can be a one-percent, and get in on some of the take,

But the fat guy sitting right on top, makes a thousand times what you make.
Big corporate money blues,

You’re the one that pays the dues.

Just trying to keep your cool

You’ve got big corporate money blues.
Why can’t they see long term? The proof is all around.

We’ve only one place to live, one yard to trample down.

Is the world a better place, for sons and daughters to see?

Has it always been about what’s for me, me, me……

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Don’t Understand

This is another Greg song about how hard it is to Understand……..your significant other.  (Among other things!)

I added guitars.

Don’t Understand

I know some things, science to philosophy,

Play me the music, I’ll think of the tune.

I’ll tell you how the cow eats the cabbage,

How far it is, from the earth to the moon.

Facts I know about aurora borealis,

Why water’s wet and oceans are blue.

So many things I have complete understanding,

But I just don’t understand you,

You know I just don’t understand you.

You freak me out with your honesty,

You make me nervous when you’re around.

I can’t control it when you’re next to me,

It’s your affection I’m all about.

Twist me a J’, I’ll enjoy good herbage,

A shot of old whiskey will help me get through.

I’d try to follow a different perspective,

If there was something important to prove.

I’m stunned and helpless, when you take all my money,

And tell your friends that I owe it to you.

There’s many facts I ponder all night about,

But I just don’t understand you, I try

I just don’t understand you.

You freak me out with your honesty,

You make me nervous when you’re around.

I can’t control it when you’re next to me,

It’s your affection I’m all about.

When did you ever say that you loved me?

When did you ever show me that you cared?

I don’t know why, I still put up with it,

But you’re the best thing I’ve ever had.

(refrain)

I try to kiss you, you turn your cheek to me,

And when I hold you, you push away.

You smile and tell me all you want from me,

Then wink and ask me if you can stay.

(refrain)

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