Trump-et-Her

Chump?
Just trying to absorb the lumps.
Rump?
Just trying to make sure…
I leave nothing in arrears.

Perhaps there is more,
I could do?
Perhaps there is more,
I could do for you?
Perhaps I could think less of me.
Perhaps… then… I’d be able to see.

Dump?
Just trying to avoid the sewer.
Hump?
Just trying to make it over.

Sure, there is more,
I should do… but, my abilities are to few.
So, thank God,
For God!

She’ll trump,
Those who need defeating.
She’ll bump,
Those who need awakening.
She’ll stump,
Those who need perplexing.
She’ll jump,
For those in need of healing.

Perhaps that’s the next thing I should do for you…
Be a trumpeter that trumpets Her?

What am I suppose to do?
Who?
Me?
Let you… set you… free.
Go-go Agog

What am I suppose to think?
Rinky-dink?
I…
Can touch the sky.

Where am I suppose to run?
Where’s the fun?
We…
Can help it be.

Go-go agog

Nice for everyone.
More than suffice,
Not left to fate,
Nor a roll of the dice,
Set the rate,
Set the pace,
Get set for… the human race.
Once more… get ready, get set, GO!

Go-go agog
Go-go agog
Go-go agog

Chorus:
When the water rises,
And, you feel crisis,
I give a dam.

When your emotions are ebbing over,
I give a dam.

Chorus

When it feels like your going under,
Here I am!
Take my hand….

Chorus:

When anger spills over the flood gate,
I’ll try to hold back the hate.
If you ever feel as though it’s too late,
Wait!
Here I am.
I give a dam!
Here we are,
Weir!

Here we are!
We can hear!
We’d love to listen,
To your suggestion,
Or, what you’re wondering.
Then, again…
If you’re just glad we exist,
Well… er, a…
We’re just glad to have made your list.

Now, let’s see what we can do,
Me and you,
It’s not to late,
To hold back hate,
Do what we can,
Give a dam!
You know?
Hold back the flow!
Here I am,
I give a dam.

Do it like a beaver,
Deliver!
Give a dam.
Forever.
I give a dam.
Here I am.
Again,
I give a dam.

BaSickly
There’s no need for greed,
Naturally,
There’s plenty there to share.

BaSickly
Negate hate,
Naturally,
Love reigns down from above.

BaSickly
There’s no room for doom,
Naturally,
Hope is within our scope.

BaSickly
The tower of power… will,
Naturally,
Fall down all around.

BaSickly
The ego will be dealt a blow,
Naturally,
The super ego should show.

lyrics:
Why do you think that is?
People don’t like to think ahead.
Why do you think that is…
Is it something we all dread?

It would help all of us,
Whether you keep it to yourself,
Or, discuss.
It benefits your mental health,
As well as, our social wealth.

Why do you think that is?
People don’t like to think ahead.
Why do you think that is…
Would we rather wind-up dead?

Why do you think that is?
People don’t like to think ahead.
Why do you think that is…
We’d rather wait ’till we’re on death’s bed?

Why do you think that is?
People don’t like to think ahead.
Why do you think that is…
We’d rather ignore what’s been said?

Start with one head,
Thinking ahead,
Maybe it’ll spread.
After all,
Two heads are better than one,
Besides… it’s a lot more fun,
And, lightens the haul,
By at least a ton!
So, bring on three,
Including me,
Then, four…
Hey! Why not a whole lot more?

A head thinks ahead.

[traditional sea shanty]

What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
What’ll we do with a drunken sailor,
Earl-aye in the morning?

Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Patent blocks o’ diff rent sizes,
Way hay and up she rises
Earl-aye in the morning

1. Sling him in the long boat till he’s sober,
2. Keep him there and make ‘im bale ‘er.
3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over,
4. Take ‘im and shake ‘im, try an’ wake ‘im.
5. Trice him up in a runnin’ bowline.
6. Give ‘im a taste of the bosun’s rope-end.
7. Give ‘im a dose of salt and water.
8. Stick on ‘is back a mustard plaster.
9. Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
10. Send him up the crow’s nest till he falls down,
11. Tie him to the taffrail when she’s yardarm under,
12. Put him in the scuppers with a hose-pipe on him.
13. Soak ‘im in oil till he sprouts flippers.
14. Put him in the guard room till he’s sober.
15. Put him in bed with the captain’s daughter*.
16. Take the Baby and call it Bo’sun.
17. Turn him over and drive him windward.
18. Put him in the scuffs until the horse bites on him.
19. Heave him by the leg and with a rung console him.
20. That’s what we’ll do with the drunken sailor.

* similar to the cat-o-nine-tails

What do we hope to achieve,
What trick do we have up our sleeve?
How do we plan to leave,
With a giant ho n’ heave?

What do we hope to gain,
What makes us think we can reign?
How do we plan to retain,
Is there a chance we’ll remain?

Achievement?
Is it meant?
Heartfelt?
No guilt?

Human Liver And Organ Transplant
(fast tempo organ & electric guitar “rave-up”)

I’ve got to run faster,
From under the cloud,
Of disaster.

I’ve got to try harder,
Not to shroud,
My laughter.

I’ve got to give freer,
… not too proud,
To deliver.

Be a liver!

You’re allowed,
To speak aloud,
Out loud,
Alone… or in a crowd.

Can you hear that organ?
Let the dance begin!
Hear that organ?
Be a liver!
’tis heaven sent!
Now, take those fixed feet,
And, transplant! Transplant!
Be a liver,
Be a giver,
Of an organ transplant.
Dance, dance, dance,
Do the organ transplant.

If you can’t whistle while you work,
Why are you working at all?
If they’re uptight with every little quirk,
Are you expecting a ball?

Stand tall,
Without being a jerk,
Should you fall,
I’ll lend support.
Speak out,
Without wearing a smirk,
Should your words not be caught,
I’ll shout!
Interact,
Without crime… nor tort,
And, I’ll react,
The way I ought!

If you can’t have fun while you live,
Why are you living at all,
If you can’t live to love and love to live,
Who do you call?

You can call on me,
If I’m too weak,
Call on Her,
She’s not so meek.
Transfer…
What good you could,
What good you can,
What good you will –
Goodwill’s been,
Goodwill now,
Goodwill should,
Begin… somehow.

Can you hear Her whistling in the wind?
Let the goodwill begin!
Can you hear Her whistling in the wind,
For all to understand:

If you can’t whistle while you work,
Why are you working at all?

I got your email address from Ed Simmons. I don’t know if he told you, but I have a band (’The Mistaken‘) and am always looking for exposure. We have songs available for download at iTune s as well as CDBaby.com. We also have a website, myspace page, etc.

I would be very interested in seeing what you could possibly do for us regarding exposure and reaching a broader audience.

Our website is: www.themistaken.com We also have an info sheet, aka ‘EPK’: http://www.sonicbids.com/TheMistaken

Thanks for your time,
Nick Santangelo