Your Most Sarcastic Song!

[ernstinen]

Hey All,What's your most sarcastic/topical/socially conscious song you've written?I was just watching an old band video, and totally forgot about writing this song: "Dance 'Til The End Of Time."If you didn't listen to the lyrics, you'd dance to this uptempo song (or think I'm a total jackass! ).DANCE 'TIL THE END OF TIMEI'm sick and tired of beggarsIf you're hungry, serves you rightSo just get your lazy bones out of my sightI don't care about the ozoneOr what's in the air I breatheI just want you, foxy girl, to dance with meSo let's move our perfect bodiesIn a Roman conga lineAs we dance dance dance 'til the end of timeDance dance dance 'til the end of timeMy daddy is a bankerAnd my future's looking brightSo let's race my brand new Porsche through the nightWe'll cruise on past the ghettosIn the darker side of town'Til we make it to the Strip and party downAnd we'll move our perfect bodiesIn a Roman conga lineAs we dance dance dance 'til the end of timeDance dance dance 'til the end of timeLet's steal away to my condo in BajaLet's sail my boat to the Florida KeysI'll buy you clothes and diamond rings, little girlIf you' only dance with meOnly dance with meSo let's forget our history classesAnd I'll score some nice cocaineAnd we'll go and watch the bums sleep in the rainThen I'll take you out to dinnerI can charge it on dad's cardAnd we'll dance and laugh and joke how life's so hardAnd we'll move our perfect bodiesIn a Roman conga lineAs we dance dance dance 'til the end of timeDance dance dance 'til the end of time-------------------------------------------------------------You're next!Ern

[arthurjames]

Hi ern, Liked yours quite a bit, very non-PC. So I'll bite Wrote this in '01. I'd just returned to Seattle after 9 years on Maui and was struck by a news story about a woman who- apparently due to relationship problems- climbed over the rail on the Aurora bridge (a popular spot for these types of activities) and caused quite a traffic jam before the cops got her to safety.The story said that some frustrated motorist(s?) had told her to jump as they drove by, and that's where I got the emotional hit and the title. I didn't remember Seattle being that kind of town when I left in '92 and it was kind of a shock, especially coming from Maui where until recently people never even used their horns! The song isn't up anywhere, but it's an uptempo folky thing with a whimsical melody. Here's the lyric JUMP!V1On the rail she's perchedHer mind in the lurchConvinced that there's freedom belowThe police show upAnd traffic backs upWhile drivers inch byto take in the showSuddenly there's a focusEmotions run highThe community galvanizedLook how long that it took usTo go these three blocksOne man rolls down his window and criesCHORUSJump! No one here cares how you feel, bitchJump!We'll watch while you keep it realThis gross inconvenience is too much to bearSo cast your humanityInto the air and Jump!V2What a selfish endeavorHer own life as a leverTo garnish attention she needsGuess it's no wonderThat here boyfriend dumper herAnd if he's heardthen I'm sure he'd agreeThe cops should extend to her only two choicesThe ground or locked awayAnd it seems pointless nowThat she's over the edgeFor her to be a resource drain, so....CHJump! etc....BridgeSeattle commuters are used to delaysBy rain, a wrecked car or a shipBut the people have spokenNow we draw the lineat relationship junkies on suicide trips, so...CHJump! etc.....When gross inconvenience is Too much to bearHumanity vanishes into thin air, so........(whistling/falling sound ending with KERPLOP!) Awright, who's next Arthur

[ernstinen]

Hey Arthur!THAT'S what I'm talking about. Great lyric!Maybe it's not sarcasm, cynicism --- social commentary?--- I'm trying to find the right word for it --- Here's another one, kinda dated, but still relevant:ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAYWent to the White House to talk a little shopAsked about the arms race, and when it's gonna stopThey said "There's nothing we can do here, there's nothing left to say"It's always been that way ---Went to the Kremlin, drank vodka with the bossAsked about the missiles, and how much they're gonna costMan, with that kind of money, we could feed the world todayBut it's always been that way ---Some people stand for freedom, but paralyze the skiesSome stand for Allah, and aren't afraid to dieSome people won't make changes, they live like yesterdayBut It's always been that way ----------------------------------------------------------Ern

[jchitty]

Hey, great lyrics Ern (both songs) and Arthur....some very thought provoking stuff there. Well, here's mine, Ern...I've posted it before. Keep in mind it was written before Al Franken became our newest senator....of course, he was a radio host at that time. (but it could still apply, I guess) I was feeling very apolitical at the time. I don't know if this is sarcastic...it's more a commentary about how everyday life has become so politicized in the last 40 or 50 years. Some political involvement is okay, but it seems 24-7 news coverage of politics (and infotainment) has invaded every aspect of life.Take Your Politics and Throw 'Em Out the DoorChorus:Take your politics and throw 'em out the doorI ain't listening to Rush Limbaugh anymoreI ain't listening to Al FrankenThe talking heads got chains a yankin'Take your politics and throw 'em out the doorI wanna go dancin'Drink champagne from your shoeDo some heavy romancin'And all the things we used to doI wanna throw horse shoesDarlin' you need a big nudgeStop logging onto the internetAnd reading that Matt DrudgePoliticians don't affect meUnless they're paying my billsOr putting gas in my tankDon't wanna hear about the nation's illsTake your politics and throw 'em out the doorI ain't listening to Rush Limbaugh anymoreI ain't listening to Al FrankenThe talking heads got chains a yankin'Take your politics and throw 'em out the doorI wanna lick snowconesOr go bowling with the leagueI'm tired of listening to world affairsI got political fatigueI wanna eat barbecueGo walkin' on the beachWashington don't jazz me muchI care for what is in my reachYou don't seem to be livingYet you talk about these choicesThose tv folks are just scramblingTo listen to their own voicesTake your politics and throw 'em out the doorI ain't listening to Rush Limbaugh anymoreI ain't listening to Al FrankenThe talkin' heads got chains a yankin'Take your politics and throw 'em out the doorAh, take your politics and throw 'em out the door

[horacejesse]

This is more of a poem and it is like 30 years old.Holy BankrollersThe organ softly sobs a hymnAnd the cameras roll in.They surely know the way to squeeze usThese T.V. evangelistsExploding on the word Jesus,The same old ventiloquistsWho not so long ago only sold usKitchen gadgets, fishing lures.Not that we mind if they fleece us--Good lambs lie still for God's clippersAnd are thankful he could reach us.They assure us God will take a checkThe size of which our spirit leads us,And straight from heaven send us backThe whole truth in a few leaflets.Then comes the final, grave appealIn the last moments to seize usBy our T.V. sets, make us kneelBefore the maw of Jesus.

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[dougstronach]

One from WAY BACK -- like a couple of years ago Quit Your Cussin'Quit your cussin', quit your fussin'Give it up, get on with lifequit your sighing,crying, lying, Your me, me, my and I-inglife has never been so sweet no,never been so niceso quit your cussin', quit your fussin'and give it up, enjoy your lifeyou get to work at eightcomplain you were almost late'cause the subway's filled with people in your wayAn you haven't had a bite to eatsince last night's 3-course feastAnd you're talking only cause you're bored againChorusyou provoke meto gain support for your disease by faking claimsof poor meand it's too easy for us all to find your trapbut it's just as easy for us all to turn right backChorus© 2007 Doug Stronach, Mel Stronachdoug@dougstronach.com 519 848 6474RR#1 Arthur, Ontario Canada N0G 1A0

[hookjawbrown]

Thirty years back, from a song "I don't want to die in West LA"She's got a gunShe's got a gun(drum crack)So Listen!

[Mark Kaufman]

I wrote one called "My Little STD" that was kinda nasty. But I like the more tongue in cheek self deprecation of this one about an old boor in a bar:Here's To YouI've been working on this planTo become a better man'Cause I'm tired of causing anger, pain and tearsBut as far as I can tellThings ain't going very wellI've been working on this plan for 40 yearsSo here's to youBecause I'm sick of meAnd all the golden dreams that never come to beAnd those foreign lands I'll never seeAnd these things I'll never doSo here's to youHere's to youWell, I don't mean to bring you downAnd you don't need to hear some clownWith a bunch of bad advice on your careerSo forgive my sorry assFor raising up this glassThen I'll go back to cryin' in my beerSo here's to youBecause I'm sick of meAnd all the golden dreams that never come to beAnd those foreign lands I'll never seeAnd these things I'll never doSo here's to youHere's to youThese drinks make me forgetful, so I'm hopin' you won't mindIf I raise my glass and toast you one more timeYeah, here's to youBecause I'm sick of meAnd all the golden dreams that never come to beAnd those foreign lands I'll never seeAnd these things I'll never doSo here's to youHere's to youCopyright 2009 by Mark Kaufman

[ernstinen]

Great lyrics, Everyone! I almost forgot I started this thread.Kudos for your lyric writing. I think that the souls of Dylan and Lennon need to be examined more in this day and age. It's very important as an artist to be topical. Good show, y'all! Here's one of my favorites by Neil Young:KEEP ON ROCKIN’ IN THE FREE WORLDThere’s colors on the street Red white and bluePeople shuffling their feetPeople sleeping in their shoesThere’s a warning sign on the road aheadThere’s a lotta people sayin’ we’d be better off deadDon’t feel like Satan but I am to themSo I try and forget it any way I can(Chorus) Keep on rockin’ in the free world ---I see a woman in the nightWith a baby in her handUnder an old street lightNear a garbage canNow she’s put the kid away and she’s gone to get a hitShe hates her life and what she’s done to itThere’s one more kid that will never go to schoolNever get to fall in love never get to be cool(Chorus) Keep on rockin’ in the free world ---We got a thousand points of lightFor the homeless manWe got a kinder gentler machine gun handWe got department stores and toilet paperWe got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layerThere’s a man of the people says keep hope aliveWe got fuel to burn we got roads to drive(Chorus) Keep on rockin’ in the free world ---My best to all of you,Ern