LYRICS ~ Mister call screener would you put me through,
somethin important that I gotta do
don't put me on hold or hang up this line
I got somethin to say an I can't get it offa my mind
I don't wanna feel left and she makes me feel right
I'm tuning into her frequency both day and night
I don't know if it's healthy what I'm feelin inside
It's a growing addiction can't stop tho I've tried

I better call Laura Ingraham 800-876-4123
I got to call Laura Ingraham , and I hope some day she's gonna call

I get up ev-ry mornin and I jes cain't wait
yer goin over all the news that I love to hate
mixin Laura and cafeine is a dangerous brew
but I'm hopelessly addicted ain't a sacred thing I can do
when she is offa the air I go to church and pray
that my prayers will be answered and you'll call me some day
still my temples start pulsin, heart rates outa control
and I just figuired out she needs my number to call

and so I call Laura Ingraham 800-876-4123
I got to call Laura Ingraham , and I hope some day she's gonna call me

uh...mista call screener.....could you..a..write down my
name and number...and ..uh.. pass it on to Laura?

all these Fru-Fru primadonnas who like playin head games
all wrapped up in them selves their whole worlds in their brainz
somethin about you is different. Points you make are clear
whenever I hear you speak your voice is music to my ears
there's been a strange frame of mind that I'm goin' thru
I got my radio blastin and it's blastin out you
you speak reality radio it's the real deal
figured I'd give you a call and let'cha know how I feel

.thas swy I call Laura Ingraham 800-876-4123
I got to call Laura Ingraham , and I hope some day she's gonna call

can't cha here him callin' can't cha here him callin'


ImPolitical

Call Laura Ingraham ~ from CD ImPolitical 2004©

Trump / Politically Incorrect / Frustration / Anger / Annoyance

Brad Crowell Music&Lyrics

Real Change

                          Satchel Paige   Lyrics   Copyright  © 2004

Somebody's tryin ta paint a self portrait in the lid of a garbage can
attempt to emphasis the magnitude of the powers in their hand
with a brush stroke like a swordsman in a battle of ones life
a splash of sweat a slash of color applied with a blade of a  hunting knife
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                                                      Chorus
You better  run...... 
life don't look for you but death someday will find you
there's a flash of  a bursting sun  1. paraphrase!  2. yeah!   3. watch it now!  
in the immortal gauge in the words of Satchel Paige
never look behind jah never look behind
becuz it could be gainin on ya,  and the damage has all been done 
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2
They hide in holes in the earth like worms and slink like rats in the night   
afraid to be of honored  men and face those men they fight
with tails that drip of sewage, these fight for crumbs of bread
And hide behind young children's lives and beneath their  women's dress
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3
we have  to civilize the  hassassins,  or neutralize their hits
life is the greatest gift of god and gods will is to make the most of it
cleanse their souls that they may realize their wish for death is one they might regret
and to help them contemplate this life might be the only chance they get 


Satchel Paige ~ from the CD ImPolitical © 2004

Lyrics   ~  Old Honky Blues    -  © 2004

 He gotta dancin style called anything goes... dancin' to the Old Honky Blues
one hand on his beer the other pickin' his nose... dancin' to the Old Honky Blues
                                                                                               
nearly wet brain the minus column in class 
Dance like he got a cactus stuck  up his ass

watch all the ladies laughs as he wiggles his ass tryin' his damnedest to look so cool
 he's a redneck gater a real hot potater jus watch him swingin' his arms like a fool

Ya know there outta   be a law against what he do... 
 I seen it so many times wha..hey so what else is new... 

flapp his wings like a turkey movin' everything jerky and on the beat they ain't nothin that lands
swingin' his arms like a freak he jus a drunk honky  geek evy one laughin but he don't give a damn

        he's a genetic  throwback out on the lady attack
          i betcha less than two minutes for he falls on his crack

.........gonna play my, uh, sexaphone fo ya here.........

if dancin was in gods plan fate musta dealt a bad hand they should'a throw him back into the gene pool
he got his brain in a trance doin’ the St. Vitus dance the way he do the chicken stomp is jus cruel

he's a genetic  throwback out on the lady attack
 i betcha less than two minutes for he falls on his crack...dancin to those White Honky Blues

Honky blues...Honky Blu-uuewz ...Honky blues... the White Honky Bluez


Haunting Resonator guitar live solo rendition of our National Anthem.

Star Spangled Banner ~ Live resonator guitar solo

    -----  PACK MY BLUES AND GO  ---Lyrics

I got the message, she carved it on our door
Said "GO AWAY!", don't come round here no more!
That's bout the time, you know
I BETTER PACK MY BLUES AND GO

she said it was over , she said it had to end
that she had finally.... had enough with men(lesbo?!)
That's bout the time, you know
I BETTER PACK MY BLUES AND GO

Fates door's hit me, in the backside!...once again
my life-styles been re-arranged!

ya know it just suddenly hit me , like a freight train outta control
I KEEP DO'IN THE SAME THING, 
BUT NOTHIN' EVER SEEMS TO CHANGE!

I bought her a Cadillac,  gold,  jewels, a diamond ring
said all those women'z, they did not mean a thing
That's bout the time, you know
I BETTER PACK MY BLUES AND GO....... on down the road 
I'm all alone....... I BETTER PACK MY BLUES AND GO

pack up all my cares and woe, here I go swingin' low I'm all alone

Don't pack my suitcase! Don't take my razor!  Don't grab my Natural comb!

U'm gonna pack mY BLUES!.... and, GO-0-o-o-o

I BETTER PACK MY BLUES AND GO


Junior Bradfield

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