"Everybody Farts" (#425, 201220)

 * co-written with Pete & Pat Luboff * 

You can do it in a church or an elevator
You can do it if you’re a cow or an alligator
You can try to hold it back but it will come out later
Everybody farts

You can be the Queen of England or a newborn babe
You can blame it on the dog and say, Me? No way!
But the truth is you’re gonna do it night and day
Everybody farts

Everybody farts everybody farts
Bless our smelly hearts everybody farts
All the way from Fresno to Sleepy Hollow
Farting is such sweet sorrow
Sing it with me now everybody farts

Who smelt it dealt it who thunk it stunk it
Who spoke it broke it who sniffed it biffed it
Whoever's poking fun is the smoking gun
Everybody farts

	Who declared it blared it who introduced it produced it
	Who spoke it broke it who observed it served it
	Whoever sang the song did the pong
	Everybody farts

Everybody farts everybody farts
Bless our smelly hearts everybody farts
Hold your breath and pull my finger
Wipe away a tear 'cause the best ones linger
The truth will set you free everybody farts

For some folks in South America it’s how they say hello
In China you can get a job as a fart smelling pro
You even do it for a while after you die that’s how it goes

Everybody farts everybody farts
Bless our smelly hearts everybody farts
Anybody hear that barking spider
I stepped on a duck and he was full of fiber
Quick someone get me a lighter everybody farts

Week 52b - Everybody Farts (201220)

"Look 0ut World" (#426, 201220)

L o o k out world I'm gonna' try
See this new determination in my eyes
I know my steps have wandered far
But here and now I've gotta' make a brand new start

L o o k out world I'm gonna' jump
And find out all the things I can become
No giving up now no turning back
Just these two soles that make their way along the tracks

L o o k out world I'm fallin' down
I did my best but I can't handle it right now
The lights are blinding there's all this noise
Nobody's listenin' to this little tiny voice

L o o k out world I'm standin' up
I got these boot straps that I'm pullin' from the mud
There's no more weakness or things to prove
And there ain't nothin' in this world that I can't do

Week 52c - Look 0ut World (201220)

A run down devil in the shine of a father’s eyes
Bright as high beam headlights on a highway night
And in the end, the effect is the same
You’d better move when something true is coming your way

Big dreams, a small plan and half a notion to
Hit the big time, put the small town in the rearview
A small pond, big fish looks for a bigger one
Big eyes, small appetite for a loaded gun

You can’t run on both sides of the track
Saying look out, world
It said look out back

The problem with the city is that it don’t care about your dreams
There’s always the next sucker who’ll chase them for free
So you try to go where good people just won’t go
Big eyes, small appetite for the bullet holes

You can’t run on both sides of the track
Saying look out, world
It said look out back

A run down devil, with the devil part being counterfeit
When you’re not as bad as you think, and bad at being it
Just a kid on just a street, in the headlight shine
Just a truckload of truth coming down the yellow line

Just a kid from just another small town
Said look out world
And got run down

You can’t run on both sides of the track
Saying look out, world
It said look out back

Look Out World - Song a Week 2020, Week 52

"Protest Song" (#427, 201227)

You deserve better than what you been gettin'
Oh and it's long overdue
Respect and understanding patience and grace
Everyone who knows you knows it's true

She needs compassion and he needs the same
Both wonder where to find a friend
Maybe we'd feel different if we'd act like everybody
Is doin' the best they can

I have no right to protest my thoughts are uninformed
My voice has no authority to claim
But I cannot stand idly by when human hearts are hurting
So still I stand in protest just the same

We teach each other how to treat each other
And sometimes we get it wrong
There's no need to panic we're in this thing together
Just tryin' to walk each other home

Tonight we need no army to fight for what is right
Only what we carry in our hands
A candle to shine mercy on the ones who need it most
Might it help us understand

Week 53 - Protest Song (201227)

This is a song for when you have a friend stuck on a path of suffering but you can only do so much to help them.  I found writing the song helped me empathize with, or reconcile, the combination of what the outside world sees of this person's choices and what they can't see for themselves.  How many of you have been there with a loved one on a dangerous road with their blinders on?

I carry that rock
All over town
Someday I’ll bury it
Deep underground

I carry that rock
All over town
Someday I’m gonna bury it
Deep underground

The good book says
I’ll take my lumps
The story goes
Gotta turn another cheek

The good book says
In sickness and health
One day I will find out, just for myself

My friends all tell me
I’m losing my self
My dreams that were golden
Look mighty gray

When I’m awake, I make many dreams
But I just sleep, all damn day

I’m not who I was, but what was I anyway?
I’m not who I was, but who am I anyway?
The sun shall set, and my colors may fade.
The sun shall set, and my colors may fade.

Carry that Rock (The Good Book Says)

NIKKI DEAN

WHERE ARE YOU?

Copyright Erin Wolf 2019-2020

*This track was originally released in 2019 featuring GarageBand hip-hop loops (link below). The acoustic version happened after stumbling upon the hand-written lyrical notes on New Year's Eve 2020. What better way to end a weird year than to create weird acoustic covers of one's own music?*

www.soundcloud.com/erinwolf/are-you-there

are you
are you 
are you still with me
are you 
are you there

stop
hands are shaking
nerves are quaking
heart is racing
thinking of you

and oh
the crescendo building
almost breaking
fear is rising
but i can't back down

why
clock still running
moments ticking
keep it moving
are we almost there

oh 'cuz you know
can't stop pacing
won't stop pushing
keep on fighting

this urge to flee
keep on fighting
this urge to flee

are you 
are you
are you still with me
are you
are you there

stop
silence ringing
ever growing
heart is aching
waiting on you

and oh
are you listening
hearing me
wanting me anymore

'cuz all your
power grabbing
passion crashing
trust is breaking
where did you go

oh there's no
recognizing
understanding
comprehending
what just happened here
what just happened here

are you
are you
are you still with me
are you
are you there

Are You There (Acoustic)

Copyright Erin Wolf 2021
*Song A Week 2020 - Week 53 Bonus Prompt: Protest Songs*
Trigger Warning: Conversation & lyrics surrounding the #MeToo movement re: sexual assault & sexual abuse. 

National Sexual Assault Hotline (U.S.A.)
online.rainn.org | 800.656.4673
Línea de Ayuda Nacional de Asalto Sexual (EE.UU.)
rainn.org/es | 800.656.4673

Image credit: https://www.vox.com/platform/amp/identities/2019/10/4/20852639/me-too-movement-sexual-harassment-law-2019

The #MeToo movement was originally started by Tarana Burke (pictured) in the early '00s as a way of letting victims and survivors of sexual abuse know they were not alone, that they were seen, and that they were believed. Her advocacy work continues today. The story shared in the lyrics is part of my own and does not reflect the experiences of all survivors.

For more resources, visit www.rainn.org or www.metoomvmt.org

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Let me take a moment to introduce myself
No my story ain’t one for putting on the shelf
I used to be known by the name “1 in 4”
But Lord knows it’s probably more

To be hurt by those who said they loved me
And knowing I told, but they still walk freely
I don’t speak these words with vanity or pride
It’s time to stop making us run and hide

Me, too
I (we) don’t say it for your pity
Me, too
I (we) don’t say it to be witty
Me, too
Speak the truth for the others
Me, too
My (our) siblings, sisters, brothers, too
Me, too

They took what they wanted in their fire
In their power lust, not desire
Breaking you in all the ways only they can know
Leaving you feeling helpless despite your “NO”

Then when the truth comes out as it seems to do
It’s hard to know who will stand by you
So few believed, so little justice served
Yet somehow we keep on fighting through, undeterred

#MeToo

I wrote this about a month ago and hesitated on posting. It didn't feel like it was my place to write. But on my mind today so tweaked and finished-ished.

Old Glory - Song a Week 2021, Week 1

I almost have enough songs about the homeless for an EP!

Since I’m still commuting to work, I’m still noticing stuff, and here’s a story I couldn’t pass up.  Plus it’s a nice balance to some of the more serious songs I have.

While walking on 42nd Street (Dec 30, probably 9:40pm or so), I observed a young woman who was either new to New York or perhaps a tourist.  She appeared to be giving a lactose intolerant homeless man a coffee with milk.

Wish I had a little more time for guitar rehearsal before recording this track, but hey, I couldn't play at this tempo a year ago, so it's progress.  I'm looking forward to creating some more upbeat songs this year.  Very happy to be a part of SAW again!!


I Can’t Drink Latte Today

All her life she dreamed of Times Square
Broadway and all the money she’d make there
But she never left the suburbs
And she probably never will
But at least tonight she can board a flight
Big Apple, here I come

She saw him digging for a bite to eat
Tattered clothes and old shoes on his feet
Down the block was a Starbucks
A cup will help him out tonight
It’s cold on the street, have a nice warm treat
Please take this, here you go

Thank you, how kind of you
But wait!  Does this have milk?
My stomach will ache, it will make me ill
So excuse me as I say
I can’t drink latte today

Oh no, I’m so sorry, she said
That’s okay, I’m used to this, he said
What people throw away
Will surely blow your mind
But tonight I’m stuck, can you spare a buck
Some coins or change will help

He reminded her of a friend she knew back home
Made her laugh and even wrote a poem
But standing on the corner
Was not the point of this trip
She gave him a buck and wished him luck
It’s late now, I must go

Thank you, how kind of you
But wait!  Does this have milk?
My stomach will ache, it will make me ill
So excuse me as I say
I can’t drink latte today

I Can't Drink Latte Today - 1:8:21, 7.20 PM

the weeks theme is optional, whatever seems most impossible, whatever pass as irrational
thats the theme this week

weak theme is optional, trash  clash at the capitol, police greased by politicals
thats our c-u-n-try

the weak's theme is optional, assemble their own obstacles, social synapse collapsable
thats the regime of the week

weak theme is optional, casual irresponsible, spectacle reprehensible, thats the theme this week

theme of the week.....
greed  fear violence shame.....

the weak's theme is optional, refuse as a collectible, overcooked like a vegetable
return without a receipt

the weeks theme is optional, money makes the oath most corruptable, corruption unconscionable
thats the theme of the weak
its the theme of the week

Look Out World - Song a Week 2020, Week 52

Charlatan, PE