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Building A Wall

The President’s pet project…..
Greg On Bass, Bass synth./Drum Machine/Vocals. Paul Added Guitars.

Building a Wall-Greg Hafner

He’s building a wall, propagated by hate.
Building a wall, to make America great.
Racial supremacists, know what it’s all about.
We’re building a wall, to keep the others out.

Will the wall make our world safer at night?
Will the wall make your neighbors, acceptably white?
Will the wall eliminate all our reasons to fight?
(chorus)
Will the wall give us much more money to spend?
Will the wall help pollution and poverty end?
Will the wall finally make us better than them?

When you go to church on Sunday, and fold your hands to pray,
Do your leaders tell you what to think, and what you need to say?
We have meds that make life easier, we have meds to deal with pain.
Is there anything that cures the problems, that live in this man’s brain?
He’s building a wall….

Would the wall have kept your friends and family out?
Would they ask how this hatred all came about?
Will the wall give the haters reason to shout?
He’s building a wall, what will America pay?
Building a wall, what would your forefathers say?
Exclusion and bias, that’s what it’s all about.
He’s building a wall, to keep diversity out.

Lady Liberty said, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, yearning to breathe free….”

We should build a bridge, between me and you.
Build a bridge, this world is overdue.
Bridges of peace, or walls of hate,
Which do you think, really makes America great?

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, and is in our continuing tradition of writing about things that are “Foul” in our world.
Greg on bass, synth bass, and vocals. Paul on drum machine, acoustic and electric guitars.

One More Gun – Greg Hafner

What if we kept just one lethal weapon,
From the hands of death and fear,
Would it have saved the innocent children,
Shot down by guns each year?

Random agendas, and hate in their eyes,
Will purchase a gun to empower their lies.
A moment of anger, out comes cold steel,
Shots are fired, the terror is real.
Can we pretend, guns aren’t a disease?
Is the gun in your hand, what Jesus sees?

Convinced that guns hold no evil intent,
Why are their weapons at a public event?
Disturbed, misguided, confused, in pain.
Let’s give them a gun and see how it ends.
Struggling with conscience, but he has the right,
To use a weapon, to shoot up the night.
The beast is loosed, let out of it’s cage,
Dozens lay dying, the victims of rage.
Can we pretend, guns aren’t a disease?
Is the gun in your hand, what Jesus sees?
One more gun….

What if we kept just one lethal weapon,
From the hands of death and fear,
Would it haved saved the innocent children,
Shot down by guns 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, create a solution?
Will one more gun, calm the night?
Will one more gun, solve the problem?
Will one more gun, stop all the hate?
Will one more gun, make you happy?
Will one more gun, make everyone safe?

Will one more gun, make you happy?

<--Bad Monkey-->

This is a Great Tune about the Bad Monkeys in Politics: The Corporatocracy, The One Percent, Wall Street, etc.
Paul sang lead vocals, backing vocals, provided all guitars
Greg played bass, programmed the drums, some backing vocals

Bad Monkey-Greg Hafner

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.
I 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.
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.

There’s a bad monkey, stealin’ all the fruit.


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

A Political song from Greg.   Greg played the Bass, Synth Bass, Vocals, Programmed the drums.
Paul provided rhythm and lead guitars.

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.

Where are they leading us to?
Why don’t they care about you?

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 (Paul) added guitars.

Big Corporate Money Blues – Greg Hafner

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,
Politicians 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 the suits that feed the madness just profit and walk away.
(chorus)

Why can’t we 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?
Or 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 we 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?
Or has it always been about what’s for me, me, me……

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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