Pillars

Into the Rose Garden

Walk Away (Violet Kind cover)

A song to mark The Donald's 100 days in office.

Dear Don, it's been a hundred days
so let's get up to speed.
It's hard to keep on top of all your Presidential deeds.

Back on Inauguration Day
the crowds were in their billions
and Kellyanne and Spicey told us
truth was your opinion.

Oh dear, Donny,
they're alternifacts, you see.
The truth's a lie says the Breitbart guy
that's good enough for me!

Dear Donny, in your first few days
you held aloft your vision;
you've plans afoot to undermine the press
and stoke division.

Of all the stupid things to do
your first was a no-brainer;
now some kid in Ohio 
won't get her dental retainer.

Oh dear, Donny,
in the lands beyond your border
more folks will die before the ink is dry
on your Global Gagging Order.

It's been a hundred days
and by Executive Disorder
you've done more to close the government
than wall your Southern border.

You take your cues from stable dudes
Like Erdoğan and Putin
Then tweet congratulations 
every time they stick the boot in.

Go on Donny,
nail your colours to the mast.
Go play the role of Twitter troll
and ghost of horrors past. 

You say diplomacy is hard - 
it's more than tells and bluffing.
You could fit some lessons in
before Spongebob and Doc McStuffins

So hear you come - job done
in Israel/Palestine volutions;
Apparently both sides prescribe
the single state solution.

Oh dear, Don, 
Hell Presidente, por favor!
You could build your wall, you could have it all
but you'd start the Third World War.

Well since I've brought it up,
nowt like a war to up the ratings!
I've never seen a man 
quite so adept at provocating.

Now rumours do abound
about the laws that you're proposing.
I'm sure it's mere coincidence
they benefit your holdings.

We know it costs a bomb at 
Winter White House Mar-a-Lago.
That's no surprise, cos it's owned by
two-bit El Rey Dorado.

Oh dear, Donny,
it's embarrassing to see
the way that you campaigned and 
subsequent hypocrisy.

Dear Donny, you've been scapegoating the Jews...
I mean the Muslims.
We don't think it's neat that you such the teat
at the Führer's hateful bosom.

A moment's silence
for truth lost at Bowling Green...
Let's raise a glass to Spicey
your perpetual smoke machine.

Dear Donny (day 100)

We read our magazines
And immerse ourselves in video screens.
We keep our eyes closed tight
And live in fear of seeing the light.

And we’re more comfortable, we say
When we ignore the noise
The ‘other people’ make.
And while we’re running from the truth
We write stories of how
The lowly rule the roost.

Oh, and we buy pretty things,
Like megaton bombs to shred the ground beneath our feet.
Oh, and what a time to be alive
That we can witness such progress.

I walked a mile in some guy’s shoes.
They were soggy and worn
And weren’t something I could use.
He says he needs a place to stay.
I’ll charge him over the odds. 
I figure DSS will pay.

He’ll take my job and claim the burroo.
I say “I know your game, son!
Schrödinger’s rat has nowt on you!”
And I will sing myself to sleep.
Self-righteous anthems
About the undeserving weak.

Oh, and we build pretty things – 
Affordable homes, a steal at half a million each.
Oh, and what a time to be alive
That we can witness such progress.

Pretty Things

Square 2 (Demo)

With Bated Breath (Demo)

Opportunity

A song about inhumane political choices and our tendency to think we're not big enough to do anything about them.

onE maN

How did i get from there to here?

Singer-songwriter based in Edinburgh and West Lothian. I have more tunes on my BandCamp page if you fancy checking that out. If you'd like to know about gigs then head over to my Facebook page, though I'm usually fairly last-minute with those updates!

Chris Finegan