A novelty comedic song with political implications. It’s sure to piss off rednecks, republicans and Trumpers. Give it a listen and tell me what you think.
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Still Fighting It
Soundtrack “Still Fighting It” by Ben Folds.
I remember those backroad travails, we weren’t lost, we were searching for something to call our own, neiave enough to still be blameless——- perfectly young, rolling down gravel roads to nowhere. We meandered through misty, foggy mornings, the taste of her coffee flavored kisses on my lips. That old VW bug was our winged Pegasus, time meant nothing, we weren’t ever gonna grow old, it would always be a kind Sunday morning world. Bored cows stared passively, red-tail hawks circled, steam rose from the river, rusty barbed wire dangled from broken down fence posts, telephone poles stretched out into infinity, the earthy smell of dew on freshly tilled soil, you at my side, we were high—–soon the cruel August sun would force us under the shade of cottonwood trees.
The lights are out, he’s on his paint chipped front porch, glowing cig, cradling an old guitar——no one to sing to cept that merciless moon. She still swims through his veins like a fully charged ell. He’s trying to remember what songs were on that old mixed bag cassette she made for him. All he remembers is the first song “Still Fighting It” by Ben Folds.
He’d of changed everything for her, but she’s a chameleon who’s forever changing. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the right match within him—-to suite her. The more he changed the uglier he became. He teetered between love and hate on a quivering tightrope——gravity stubbornly siding with hate—–poor love flounders about like a lame duck emerging from an oil spill.
When a man goes pride-less—-his pulse clanks like a rock against a rusted out heart. Don’t talk to him of love, cause all he ever knew of love perished in her eyes —-everyone he’d ever loved and lost frozen there. He swore that he’d never open up to another person again—-that he’d move into a cave and exist on cheap wine while scratching out pitiful sad poems about her and that stingy body she lived in.
Throwing Blind Bricks At Jealous Gods
Soundtrack “A Different Corner” by George Michael.
I’d take raw emotion over a calm and collective indifference. Indifference is a wall built of blind bricks———nobody see’s their own loneliness from the outside in. The opposite of love isn’t hate, but rather indifference. It’s that mute emotion of not giving a damn———-Nobody hears the screams of their own loneliness from the inside out. Love is the tiny kindnesses we toss like pennies into a beggars heart shaped cup. Why do we deny one another passage into each others world?
I knew a girl who was childlike; she protected her stained-glass heart. Like all things of beauty, it was fragile and transcendental. She walked on rainbows, she called to the thunder, ——-and she smiled with the eyes of a child, wide open with wonder. She was impetuous, headstrong, soul-strong. She was shy, mystical, complicated, sensual and not yet broken by the restraints of womanhood.
She found the door to my world carelessly unlocked. She strolled through all of my dusty rooms flooding her light on my dark empty spaces. Her eyes fractured the morning sunlight casting tiny prisms on the walls, ceiling and floor. Her breath billowed through my sheer drapes. She smelled of citrus, her skin was salty and savory like the sea. She let me move through her, we moved in unison, we swelled, we crested and then violently crashed in on ourselves.
Outside, their cites burned, their temples crumbled and the laws of the righteous went unheeded. We trespassed into the forbidden garden———and we defied the rule of jealous gods……………as we found eternal love in a mortal’s world.
Shuck My Corn, I’ll Peel Your Spuds
A couple new original songs. An elixir of folk, country and blues, blended and served with some funny lyric’s.
What You Deserve
This tune was written in homage to John Prine, my favorite folk artist. He could write a lyric that straddles that fine line between silly and sad. He can take the ordinary and make it seem extraordinary.
Drip, Drip, Drip
I danced with the devil
I stepped on his tail
Got drunk in a tavern
Found Jesus in jail
Drank enough beer
To piss me an ocean
It’s hard to get lost
When ya don’t care where you’re going
I bummed me a smoke
fired up a light
Now I’m stuck in this tree
Like a tattered old kite
Chased a few rainbows
Searching for a pot of gold
When I was young
Never thought I’d grow old
Times a wad of gum
stuck on your shoe
you can try and out run it
but it’ll catch up with you
Fates a leaky faucet
That drip, drip, drips
What you deserves
Is usually what you get
One night stands
Well, I had me a few
When it comes to loving
Bit off more than I could chew.
Made some mistakes
Yeah, I paid my dues
Smashed my TV
Tired of, the same ole bad news
You might say I’m crazy
Nutty as a fruit cake
If the fish ain’t bitting
It’s time to change your bait.
Chased a few rainbows
Searching for a pot of gold
When I was young
Never thought I’d grow old
Fates a wad of gum
stuck on your shoe
you can try to out run it
but it’ll catch up with you
Time’s a leaky faucet
That goes drip, drip, drips
The good times I’ll remember
The bad ones I’ll forget
Heaven Help Us All
A mash up of hip hop, jazz and R&B. Kind of like a Reggae Polka put to a Bulgarian March………I call it Jaxx……
You Can’t Kill A Man When He’s Already Dead
Song composed and preformed by Victor S. Uriz II
You Can’t Kill A Man, When He’s Already Dead
Pinueta’s a village in a Mexican Valley
Across the river from the Federalizes
Where the rain does not fall and that land it is dry
And the crops do not grow and the farmers they cry
The Gringos they come with their money and cars
and bargain with peasants while they smoke their cigars
Acedro says someday I’ll swim that big river
And send back the money to my mother and sisters
His father he died when he was still small
The smell of Tequila is all he recalls
When he asked his mother all she said
Is you can’t kill a man when he’s already dead
Vocal Improv
Well, all he took was the shirt on his back
The river was swift and the night it was black
The search lights they turned the land to a stage
Where the actors are strong and the performance is brave
Acedro was caught and put behind bars
The nights they pass slow when you can’t see the stars
Something it broke, deep down inside
The shame he felt he could not hide
When the news found his mother all she said
Is you can’t kill a man when he’s already dead
Vocal Improv
Fallen Angel
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Fallen Angel By Victor Uriz-piano and vocals
You say you left home, you took a chance or two
No matter where you go, seems like hard times followed you
You try to smile and you try to believe
The way things are, are the way they should be
Fallen angel I think you know
What I’m talking about
Lying awake you try to forget
The things we want, it seems we never could get
You’re feeling it now, I’m feeling it too
What was one, is now again two
Its all the same, no matter where you go
Everybody’s lonely, they just don’t let it show
Sometimes hearts, fall apart
Love can leave you blind
Now where do you go, how do you start again
Is this the way things suppose to end
Fallen angel, I think you know
What I’m talking about
