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Checkmate!

Originally created as a soundtrack to a psychological thriller about a psychiatrist who goes missing.

Credits:

Synthwave sounds (all from freesound.org/people) are licensed for commercial use contingent upon the following attribution:
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Psychiatrist

A million of our men were killed, thank God, we won the war.
Maybe those dead young men knew what they were dying for.
The good guys won,   the bad guys lost, so it’s better than
before.
And now it’s just as hard to say what the future holds in store.

[Verse 2]
It helps to take a  look  at what's been won and what is lost.
The mamas of the murdered boys don't think it worth the cost.
Daddys are proud,  but  pay the price, the charge for 
holocaust.
They lost their pride and joy when that tired Rubicon was crossed.

     [Chorus]
Who won the war? Who won the war?  What were we fighting for?
Follow the money.  Ask yourself who’s richer than before?
Industrialists and profiteers, they ended up with more.
And that’s who wins at war, my friend. Yes,  That’s who won the
war.

[Verse 3]
A million of our best were killed, the game of war was played.
For some there was great sacrifice., Some had their fortunes
made.
We crossed some holy boundaries,  but were  dragons delayed?
In time, the memory  of pain and loss will slowly fade.  

[Refrain}
Must we do it all again?
Must we burn our houses down?
Must we watch our children die?
Must we put them in the ground?

[Instrumental Break]

   [Verse 4]
Nobody wins a loser’s game. The outcome stays the same,
The soldiers do the dirty work,  but soldiers aren’t to blame.
The wounded pay the biggest cost, the valiant come home maimed,
They hobble down the cratered streets, must we forget their names?

[Refrain}
Must we do it all again?
Must we burn our houses down?
Must we watch our children die?
Must we put them in the ground?

April 14, 2025 at 7:42 PM

Who Won The War?

Marble Cathedrals

Marble Cathedrals 2

The doctor told me that I worry too much, he gave me antidepressants and an erectile crutch,
He told me, “Just take the pills, my man, and get back in touch, he said,
“Don't be a loser or a sad such-and-such,” and now I got my Viagra and my Prozac on me, and now,
I'm hard and happy as a bunny can be (uh huh), the only problem is I cannot be free (oh no),
My dysfunction is ejaculatory, 

You see I'm all dressed up, I got nowhere to go,
I get all the way ready from my head to my toes, and then the lights go out and all the music stops,
Why does this happen when I'm ready to pop?

All set up, all the props are in place, the camera's rollin', there's a smile on my face,
The engine's runnin' with a powerful hum,
I pop the clutch but, hey, I just can't come.

This medicine is a selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor used to treat depression, panic disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, or bulimia.

It's a dilemma, it's a drag, it's a bummer, I grab the keys and rumble off in the Hummer,
Maybe I'm happy, but I've never felt number, Yeah, I'm an upper, but I sure ain't a cummer,
They put some warnings on these packets of pills, I take 'em anyway to cure all my ills,
But the result's enough to give me the chills, it's like a roller coaster without the hills,

You see I'm all dressed up, I got no place to go,
I get all the way ready from my head to my toes, and then the lights go out and all the music stops,
Why does this happen when I'm ready to pop?

All set up, all the props are in place, the camera's rollin', there's a smile on my face,
The engine's runnin' with that powerful hum,
I pop the clutch but, hey, I just can't come.

Possible side effects may go away during treatment, including nervousness, trouble sleeping, headache,
Drowsiness, fatigue, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, loss of appetite, dry mouth, sweating, dizziness, Lightheadedness, muscle spasms or changes in sexual function,
Patients experiencing erections that last longer than four hours without ejaculation may want to kill themselves.

“Hey there, Ulysses, untie your self from the mast, our hope is fading fast, how long can this love last?”
“Hey there, Ulysses, untie your self from the mast, our hope is fading fast, how long can this love last?”
“Hey there, Ulysses, untie your self from the mast, our hope is fading fast, how long can this love last?”



All Dressed Up

Sing a song of bitcoin, a barrel full of lies,
Flocks of fawning sycophants, swarming 'round like flies
When the barrel was opened, they couldn't see a thing,
All their wealth and savings had been stolen by the king,
The king was in the White House laundering their money,
The queen was in the parlor eating bread and honey,
The law was on vacation, the Congress on the take,
The citizens then realized their government was fake.

Sing a song of Avarice

You got to organize yer crime,
Unless you wanna do the time,
Before you steal a single dime,
You got to organize yer crime,

You got to get' em to buy in,
Don't let 'em see that yer lyin',
It's what you gotta do to win,
Be sure yer safe before you sin,

You got to fool yerself as well,
And every whopper that you tell,
Has got to be the perfect sell,
Of else you'll wind up in a cell,

Take just as much as you can get,
So you can buy a private jet,
And fly above the dirty crowd,
And make yer crooked buddies proud,

You got to organize yer crime,
Unless you wanna do the time,
Before you steal a single dime,
You got to organize yer crime.


Organize Yer Crime

Woman

In the evening we're so sleepy, We relax and watch TV, 
All the shows are sweet and funny, Like they're made for you and me, 
Sure, there's something going on, Down there in Washington DC, 
But we never have the energy to care, 

So we snuggle up and laugh, At all the actors and their jokes, 
We are really not political, We're only normal folks, 
Who's got time to fret and worry? Heck, we're really not that woke, 
And it doesn't make a difference anyway, 

Sleepwalking into serfdom, We're as ignorant as sheep, 
On a road to certain ruin, We pretend to be asleep, 
As our country falls to pieces, Leaving freedom in a heap, 
Maybe someone else will save us from ourselves.

Sleepwalking into Serfdom

Mama, them folks are tossing rocks at me, and all I did was kidnap a kid,
I'm takin' him down to the jailhouse now, but I'm scared they'll git me first,
Call Mister Trump and ask for the marines, I know he'll give 'em lots of guns,
And I'll git even with those dadburned folks who think they're kids should be safe. 

Mama, Mr. Trump says “Do what you want, cuz there ain't nobody that can stop you now,
I am the law and the law is me, so git on yer knees and treat me like a god,”
Well I'm kneelin' down and prayin' to the Prez, cuz he says I should, and you know I will,
I gave up thinkin' cuz it hurt too bad, and bein' on the force makes me feel real strong,

Mama, the marines are gunnin' fer me, I can hardly believe it, how can it be true?
I worshipped Mr. Trump, but he sold me out, and now I'm an unwanted immigrant, too,
Mama, I need help, cuz I made a slight mistake, now the mean guys with guns are comin' after me,
Sure wish those Mexicans were still around to help, they used to work so hard, why didn't I see?

Mama, where'd you go, I can't see you nowhere, and I'm all alone in this filthy camp,
People are sayin' Trump was lyin' all the time, and he decided to just be a king,
The food here's bad and it's hot all the time, and I wish I was back home with you,
How long can I last with bad food and no sleep, why did this all happen to me?

Why did this all happen to me?
I thought we were 'sposed to be free,
Why did this all happen to me?



Mama, them folks are tossing rocks at me

This just into our newsroom:

Today a furloughed federal worker from the Department of Labor said this news to reporters after meeting for 15 minutes with President for Life, Dr. Donald J. Trump Phd (self-conferred): 

“I used to think Trump was some kind of villain and I hated him for taking my job and making it possible for the bank to foreclose on my mortgage loan and for the finance company to repossess my car. After sitting with the President, though,  I realized that my life compared to his is still a lot better. I don't have the constant smell of human waste around me, and I'm not surrounded by liars and sycophants who don't respect me enough to tell me the truth. Nothing could be worse than that.” After he finished his statement, he was arrested by ICE agents who accused him of treason for suggesting that the President defecates.  

Said one masked ICE agent, “If our leader ever DID poop, it would smell like angel food cake.”  He then genuflected, knelt for a moment in silent prayer, and clamped leg irons upon the federal worker, who obviously hates America.  Film at 11:00.

This just into our newsroom_

Oh where have you been, Jeff and Don, Jeff and Don,
Oh where have you been, Jeff and Donny?
“We have traveled round the world, finding post-pubescent girls,
They were children, we took them 
from their mothers.”

Did they volunteer to come, Jeff and Don, Jeff and Don,
Did they volunteer to come, Jeff and Donny?
“Nah, we kept them locked up tight, we abused them day and night,
They were kids, so we took them from their mothers.”

Did you care about their lives, Jeff and Don, Jeff and Don,
Did you care about their lives, Jeff and Donny?
“Nah, we didn't care a bit, the molesting never quit,
They were kids, and we stole them from their mothers.”

Did the girls grow up okay, Jeff and Don, Jeff and Don,
Did the girls grow up okay, Jeff and Donny?
“Nah they've never been okay and they're still wounded today,
They was kids, and we ripped away their futures.”

Oh where are you now, Jeff and Don, Jeff and Don,
Oh where are you now, Jeff and Donny?
“I am Jeff and I am dead, Don's still crazy in the head,
We were crooks, and we ripped away their futures.
They were girls, so we tore away their futures.
Little girls, and we robbed them of their futures.”

Perry Callas

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