Protest Songs

Words fail me to be honest. Here in the UK we see the news and my heart goes out to the people of Ukraine.

How Did It All Go Wrong.

Lyrics:

Turn down the volume
Turn down the volume

I’ll stay in bed, with the covers pulled tight
Lost in these pages, from morning to night
Noise-cancelling headphones, drown out the screams
I’m wrapped in a silence that cradles my dreams

Ignoring the echoes of tears down the hall
The world's falling down, I’ve built up a wall
Turn down the volume, escape to a place
Where sorrow can’t reach me, where pain has no face

I’ll hide in my stories for the next four years
Ignoring the crying, ignoring the tears
Shutting out death and the shadows it leaves
I’m choosing a fiction where no one grieves
Turn down the volume, turn down the volume

While the rich get richer, greed knows no bounds
Power corrupts, and poisons the ground
But in these pages, there’s a hope I can find
A world where the good aren't left behind

We don't own ourselves anymore.
They want us on our knees cleaning the floor,
Define who’s real in some twisted decree,
Control our bodies, and identity.

How long till you're told to cover your face?
Told to shut up and know your place?
They come with their hate, they'll come with their guns
Chanting their lies that they have won.

Eighty years ago, this happened before
We said “Never again” but we face it once more
Everyone’s dead from the war that was fought
The rest forgot or were never taught

I try to ignore this hate machine
It won't affect me, it's just on the screen
Keep on hiding, the cost is too high
Stay in silence, and freedoms will die

I’ll stay in bed, with the covers pulled tight
Lost in these pages, from morning to night
The truth fills my head, illusions go blank
As I sit here and read the Diary of Anne Frank

Turn Down the Volume

Thanks Mr. Trump – A Protest Folk Song on U.S.-Canada Relations
"Thanks Mr. Trump" is a political folk song reflecting on the impact of Donald Trump’s presidency on U.S.-Canada relations. Through satirical and poignant lyrics, it highlights how divisive leadership can fracture alliances, testing the resilience of long-standing friendships between nations.

With folk-rock influences and lyrical storytelling, this song serves as both a reminder and a reflection on political tensions, unity, and national pride.

🎶 Stream on your favorite platform:
🔹 Spotify: https://found.ee/tMNPCc
🔹 Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/ca/album/thanks-mr-trump/1800324079?i=1800324201
🔹 YouTube: https://youtu.be/WcLajpTX0l0



💬 Let me know what you think in the comments!

Thanks Mr. Trump

Political satire about... well, you'll find out soon. 
This is the radio edit, so consider listening to the original presidential quotes!

Here is the uncensored YOUTUBE video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp_hOP5B5dI

LYRICS

Hey there people, I’m back in town
And I’m still truly brilliant and deserve this crown
I took over from grandpa, which makes me real proud
I’m always saluted by the ever-largest crowd

It’s so sad that you all had to wait
We wasted four years. Is this a primitive state?
I’ll take care of the losers and make them all straight
It’s not an empty promise, all will be great

I’m gifted and will make an end to each war
I just deport the people, so they can fight no more
And my plans never have a glitch. Really?
I’ll develop that shore and will be rich

Accused of treason and a stupid attack
I wasn’t inside. So, what the heck?
But they shouldn’t have done that, I’ll get them all back 
The judges were smarter and enjoyed my cognac.

Thanks to the Lord who saved me
And the devoted folks who voted for me
They follow me blindly, no matter the scandal
But don’t let them know that I don’t read the Bible

With force I’ll expand this beautiful land
No matter the color, I take blue and green land
It’s the owner that I will switch
A cross with my sharpie and I’ll be rich

Criminal intruders are eating our pets
They secretly job without paying tax
They’re doing my dishes and may mow my lawn 
But I don’t like their faces, so I’ll send them home

Women always get what they need
I grab them by their shoulders and may kiss their feet
I used to be active, but that’s years ago 
And don’t mention Stormy, she took all my dough

And then, I had this amazing plan
I decided to hire rocket man
And I will send him out to space
When he’s done cleaning up that governmental workplace
 
Remember how my first term was paradise
Of course, I volunteered for the Nobel price
And I will never go to jail
Instead I’ll stay, forever, on the Hill

And no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest head of state
no longer you’ll have to wait
for the greatest, for the greatest, for the greatest head of state

Frankly, I’m not surprised at all.

Back In Town

Back In Town (Radio Edit)

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

We Fucking Hate You

'reachin' for the rock'

note: another live phone recording 

Well, I pay into a union that can't guarantee a job,
yet, instead protects bitchy, senior, lazy, inept slobs
who go in each and every day and bitch and fuck the dog.
It's no wonder we are sinking and are reachin' for the rock.
Fuck them all. 

These people do not realize how easy what they do
is and I just wish that I could explain it to you
but if my cover's blown then chances are that I am through
even though the words I speak are absolutely fucking true.
Fuck them all. 

Don't get me wrong, I love my job and want permanency.
It should be based on performance and not just seniority.
For these lazy, bitchy sacks of shit, and upper level greed
will sink us in the end and kill this once great company.
Fuck them all.


reachin' for the rock

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Dance Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
Let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe, your 51st state, no

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my country, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

C'mon, I don't wannabe
Never wannabe
I really don't wanna be
I like you very much but I don't wanna be your 51st state

I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I stand on guard for thee, that's my fate now
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no

Cover Art: Young King Henry, Todd J McLean

All rights reserved

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Dance]

Dedicated to Johnny Ramone who once showed me how to bang an electric...got my hands on one again..could be yer worst dreams come true..

opening sound clip is Lou Reed talking to Danny Fields after hearing the Ramones for the first time...

I Just Threw Up in My Mouth

I just threw up in my mouth 
The blood and the booze I taste them both
My future's heading south 
Straight to the bottom, straight to hell 
I'm going down, down, down
I'm going down 

That bitter taste  in my mouth
Of Big Banks, Big Biz, they hoard all the wealth
It ain't good for my health 
Take you straight to the bottom, straight to hell
The dream going down, down, down
I'm going down 

Salivation
Incorporation
Ingest and Digest
Lease termination 
Regurgitation 
Fuck Obligation 
This Land and my Gut’s got
Acute Ulceration

Refluxing acid in mouth
The burn and those Billionaires building their moats
Shove this tube down my throat
From my gullet to my bottom
Slide it down 
I’m going down down down 
Shit’s going down 

Doctor help me, feel me, heal me
Help me get ready to fly
Such a funny guy

on Vacation 
from these Libations
Abstain Avoid
my Inclinations
try Dedication 
not Medication
I Sort my Stomach
but I can not Save our Nation

I'm holding it in
All this bilious liquid
I won't swallow their sin
They say be grateful and grin
Push up from the bottom, Get Out
Turn it around, round, round
Spread those profits around, round, round
Get those boots off the ground, ground, ground
Grow some love in this town


I just threw up in my mouth  
I just threw up in my mouth  
I just threw up in my mouth 




I Just Threw Up In My Mouth or  Reflections on a Dyspeptic World While Receiving Endoscopy

W. Dannemann    :      vocals, guitars, comp. /arrangement
P. Garattoni          :      drums, percussion, add. arrangement
P. Weber              :       bass
Pee Gee/ W.Dannemann:                lyrics
80ies Rocksong by TOX (rereleased 2024 by ZYX-music/Golden Core Records ) describing a nuclear desaster..doomsday!?  Or was/ is there still hope for a better future..inspired by the human chain (over one million people) in Baden Württemberg/Germany) 
 ...demonstration against the stationing of Pershing nuclear missiles in our area 1983!

Tell Me What To Do

On Sunday, 18 May 2025, I marched with 100,000 human beings in The Hague, the Netherlands. We marched in a long Red Line against the genocide in Gaza. I walked most of the way with tears in my eyes; profoundly touched by this show of humanity. 
On Monday, 19 May 2025, I wrote the lyrics for a song titled, This Red Line. 
On Tuesday, 20 May 2025, I picked up my guitar and improvised a melody, clean slate, and recorded only one take on my iPad. This is it.
Today, Wednesday, 21 May 2025, I publish this song as my tribute to the people of Gaza and to all the human beings I marched with on Sunday, 18 May 2025. It is raw and unpracticed and far from perfect. But I feel in it the pain I have experienced since 7 October 2023, and the overwhelming power of humanity I so intensely felt during that historic march in The Hague, when the human beings in the Netherlands said, ‘No more genocide! Never again!’

This Red Line - Lyrics
In shadows deep where hatred breeds,
A whisper turns to violent deeds.
A people marked, a target set,
Humanity begins to fret.
 
The signs are there, the words take hold,
A story tragically unfolds.
As we gaze up at darkened skies
As fields turn red, and tongues are tied
 
But there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
The cries unheard, the pleas ignored,
As innocence is stripped and gored.
The world looks on, a silent shame,
While precious lives are put to flame.
 
But deep within, a fire starts,
To mend the broken, bind the hearts.
A human voice calls out with No! 
Its echo sounds cross bloody lands
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.
 
It's not just borders on a map,
It's in the silence, in the gap
Between our words and what we do,
The promise we must see it through.
For every soul unjustly lost,
A heavy, bitter, human cost.
 
And there's a line, a crimson thread,
Where life is sacred, fear is dead.
This line we hold, with hearts ablaze,
Against the darkness, through the haze.
No further step, no inch will yield,
On hallowed ground, on battlefield.
Genocide's shadow shall not reign,
This line we hold, again, again.

This line we hold...
Against the darkness...
Again... again...


This Red Line

What a damned shame that after some six million years of human evolution, two and a half thousand years of democracy and eight centuries of habeas corpus, we look about us and see most of the planet ruled by thugs.  Wherever you turn, oppressive regimes hiding behind the tattered sacks of the shattered fragments of their failed, preposterous, sham ideologies assault the fundamentals of basic human liberty while the world stands and watches.  Not just the real pro’s - the arch criminal nepotistic despots of China, Russia and North Korea but most of the basket case that is Africa and great swathes of South America, Asia, Eastern Europe and the Middle East.

And England.

Lucy Connolly is a political prisoner.  Victim of the corrupt filth now running the smouldering ashes of what used to be a democratic place called England.  As the odious, grasping, duplicitous, fraudulent crook Keir Starmer coddles his twisted, immoral coterie he spits on the scales of justice to suit his imbalanced, misguided, destructive, lunatic cravings.

I make no apologies for reposting this protest against vicious human rights injustice, but I hang my head in shame that here it shines a light on the judicial farce that the country I love, has now become.

If you are unaware of this travesty, look here:

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2025/05/21/lucy-connolly-sentence-rapists-paedophiles-terror/
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Penny for Your Thoughts

A penny for your thoughts my friend, as the shades befall our eyes.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, our last sunrise sanctified.
Can your heart excuse the scoundrels that crucified our pride?
Has your spirit taken refuge where false memories reside?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we kiss our last goodbye.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, on ideologies of dross,
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on their terminal human cost.
As the pearls of timebound sacred truth are slowly crushed to dust 
By rotten teeth of twisted swine that stole our naive trust.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on the cause that we have lost.

A penny for your thoughts my friend, try to block their screams of pain.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, soon be our turn again.
Confessional lies drawn out by the inquisitor’s electric wires
Aided and abetted by his friends, the long-nosed pliers.
A penny for your thoughts my friend, on this democratic stain.

Dreams of putting wrongs to right from umbrella crowds of truth,
Aspiring to freedom’s voice for tomorrow’s happy youth,
When the path strewn with hope’s flowers was the way that they would choose,
Recall those gleaming spectral nights when light breezed through our minds
A penny for your thoughts my friend, were we blind to the defiled?

A penny for your thoughts my friend, shall we pass this way again?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, now we’ve nothing to defend.
Will the ages tell of heroes lying butchered for the cause?
Or will state history be rewritten by false hearted troubadours?
A penny for your thoughts my friend, as we look back to the end.

Lucy Connolly

No Kings is a song I wrote out of heartbreak and urgency.

I’ve seen children cry behind fences while those in power look the other way. I’ve watched people excuse things they never would have accepted before—just because it’s coming from someone they voted for. That silence weighs heavy.

This song is a response to what we’re allowing to happen right in front of us. Power is being used to divide, to distract, and to harm. And too many of us are looking away.

I don’t claim to have all the answers. But I know we were promised better. We deserve better. And the people paying the highest price for all of this deserve to be seen.

No Kings is for anyone who still believes in compassion, truth, and accountability. It's for everyone who refuses to bow to fear or forget who we are.

Thanks for listening.

— Mike

No Kings

THE EMPEROR’S PARADE by Nova J

The emperor’s parade rolls down the road
Clearly a charade — he’s got no clothes
Why pretend he wore it best?
Dead end coming, one by one — we fall off the cliff

They cheer and wave their signs
Their silence bought and sold
They swallow all their pride
Surrendering their souls

We’re complicit in this dumpster fire
(Got what we deserve)
Sold our virtues to the highest buyer
(Watching the world burn)

He has no clothes
(emperor)
But still we go
(emperor)
Follow his way
(emperor)
We cannot stray
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh) (Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)

Bans the books we read — rewrites the past
Breaks the law, then toasts the glass
The crowd just claps — no time to think
We sold the truth for circus and a king

No one’s really speaking
Too scared to make a sound
As long as he keeps walking
He’s the only king in town

And we’re livin’ a reality show 
(Bad jokes on repeat)
A bag of trash with a golden bow
(We’re on a losing streak)

He has no clothes
(emperor)
But still we pose
(emperor)
Eyes closed tight
(emperor)
Pretend it’s right
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh) (Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)

We hold our nose, swallow our pride
We shut our mouth, die inside
We sit and wait, get used and bruised
We limp away, battered and used

He has no clothes
(emperor)
Still, no one knows
(emperor)
We play the game
(emperor)
Ignore the shame
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh…)

The Emperor’s parade

Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

The ants are on Fire

Time to get satirical with the US political dystopia, or maybe I'm just a  little touchy after all the threats to Canada, both political and economic (not pondering the military  threat to allies)
Sorry if this is offensive to any US-based listeners. Sorry, not sorry ;)

Track 2 from a new 2025 collection of ideas called FRINGE found at https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons

 Lyrics:
They've all come around on bended knee
Kissing the a-a-a-ass of a once and future king
They fought a war to get rid of a crown
Only to give it away to an autocratic clown
(how come you misjudge me so...

Pick on immigrants, round them all up
Doesn't matter if they're the ones who fill your shops
With all the merchandise and food that you just can't ignore
So you haul them off to a foreign shore - a foreign shore -a foreign
(how come you misjudge me x2   ...so...)

I take a little salt, not on the tail
I like my golden jets, like my foreign jails
I talk of the land, the land of the "free"
Whatever you've got, just give it to me


How did you misjudge me (x3)
I am the claw, in the white flabby hand
(how could you misjudge me (x2)
Autocratic clown (x3)

* samples... "I am Oz, the great and powerful, who are you?", "I could shoot somebody on Fifth Ave..", "China has total respect for Donald Trump and  for Donald Trump's very, very large uh, brain"

Note: No salt on the tail - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salting_a_bird%27s_tail

Wigmore: music, production, main lyrics and vocals
Allen: additional vocals and lyrics, bass, guitars

Autocratic Clown

Could it really be humanity's seriously thought-out plan that, when we tore down the Berlin Wall a few years ago, we are now building new walls of barbed wire and weapons between each other. Both between countries, and between us humans?.......So.... how high do you want them?.....

A song for all the children of the world, the only real capital we have for a future humanity, suffering the torments of hell, in a world of destruction and death, filled with shattered illusions and dreams..........How the hell can we behave like this towards each other, and above all towards the children of the world?.......Hmmmmm.

Vocals, lyric processing, musical ideas - Peter the Poet: https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, Mix & Production, Artwork - Seagull; https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio

How high the walls?

Classroom whispers slither down the empty halls
In a vacuum of confusions
A trillion children’s brightest dreams
Snuffed to black by fissured cracks in lunatic schemes
That shattered their illusions.

Lost in the stars
Mindless strife leaking life from our weeping scars
In profanity’s profusions
Still the scaly lizards lead
De-moralised and stupified by their boundless greed
That shattered our illusions.

Miss mother’s touch
Compromised and sacrificed for nothing much
In her optimist’s delusion
How high the walls?
Can we jettison the great pretend, re-ascend, reverse the fall?
Fix what shattered our illusions…

Shattered Illusions - How high the walls? Seagull & Peter

Kindness feels a little drowned out these days.

We say, and now's not the time for violence, but now's not the time for letting go.
Fools always run with madness.
And fools always think that might is right.

It's war they will tell you.
Flames in the sky.
Can't we remember, that kind is not weak.
lost for your words, lost in your heart. 
Yet somehow, we feel that kindness can't speak.

kindness won’t speak. 
kindness can sleep.
kindness has drowned and lost all speech. 

Kindness won't speak.
kindness can sleep. 
kindness has gone; we fall we weep.

Oh, and if you never know, never know, never know where all the good guys go.
I'll let you know, let you know, let you know, that's just the way we go.

We say, and now's not the time for violence, but now's not the time for letting go.
Fools always run with madness.
And fools always think that might is right.

kindness won’t speak. 
kindness can sleep.
kindness has drowned and lost all speech. 

Kindness won't speak.
kindness can sleep. 
kindness has gone; we fall we weep.

Kindness Can't Speak

A song that still seems to be relevant despite being written in 1965. 
"Eve of Destruction" is a protest song written by P. F. Sloan in mid-1965.Several artists have recorded it, but the most popular recording was by Barry McGuire, on which Sloan played guitar.
The song references social issues of its period, including the Vietnam War, the draft, the threat of nuclear war, the Civil Rights Movement, turmoil in the Middle East and the American space program.
The American media helped to make the song popular by using it as an example of everything that was wrong with the youth culture of the time. Its controversial lyrics caused it to be banned by some American radio stations, "claiming it was an aid to the enemy in Vietnam".
In the first week of its release the single was at No. 103 on the Billboard charts. In August 12 Dunhill released the LP, Eve of Destruction. It reached its peak of #37 on the Billboard album chart during the week ending September 25. That same day the single went to #1 on the chart, and repeated the feat on the Cashbox chart, where it had debuted at No. 30. McGuire would never again break into the top 40 of the Billboard Hot 100. It went to #1 in Norway for two weeks."                Wikipedia           
Mastered Track : Distrokid Mixea
Image: Patt Vielma

Eve of Destruction-Barry MaGuire/ P.F. Sloan (Cover)

Hi. I went to edit one word of my bio and I accidentally deleted it. Off the top of my head it said, "something something something, blah blah blah, why are you reading this? Go and listen to music!"
Part time Inebriationist specialising in Procrastinationating

Protest Songs

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