Song by Peter Diebold. Written November 2022

Mt Pleasant Moon

Actually wrote this on my tab at Triple Crown

Original song written, performed and recorded by Peter Diebold

Ballad of the Big and Little Spoon

Written, performed and recorded by Peter Diebold

The Unemployment Shakes

Original song written, performed, recorded and produced by Peter Diebold

Love Is To Death

My version of the classic song by Streetlight Manifesto. 

We Are The Few, Streetlight Manifesto Cover

Original Lyrics by Peter Diebold:

Little Mouse Herbert was born to this world
all fragile and curled,
he slowly unfurled

Little Mouse Herbert was raised in a cage
all sterile and safe
from behind the grates

Little Mouse Herbert would run on his wheel
look smell and feel,
beg for his meals

But Little Mouse Herbert was bread fro disease
all gentle and sweet,
he'll die within weeks

Little Mouse Herbert feels pain from within
stool bloody and thin
that's how it begins

They'll say Little Mouse Herbert is ethically sound
humane within bounds,
he'll die and be found

Little Mouse Herbert gets taken apart
pinned open with darts,
a dot on a chart


Littly kid Kenny feels pain from within
stool bloody and thin
that's how it begins...

Little Mouse Hubert

Peacebone Animal Collective Cuver

Instruments: guitar, ukulele, coffee can/egg beater

Lyrics:

happy thanksgiving ma 
there’s someone you should meet, 
her name is Colorado 
i think shes really neat

she likes to strum the mando 
she can drink me to my knees 
i met her out busking, 
don’t bother with clean sheets

cuz we’ve been sleeping under bridges 
and by the railroad tracks 
been living out of dumpsters 
and bulky old backpacks 

flyin signs on corners 
flyin lines by freight 
trimmin marijana 
in that green mountain state

they didn’t have no money 
so they paid us by the brick 
we’re packin 20 lbs 
and we need to unload quick

sorry for not calling 
or telling you my plans 
I sold my phone in Texas 
for tattoos on my hands

we wanted to bring Wendy’s 
but we couldn’t fill our pan 
so we bought a crate of snickers 
with half of our food stamps

I know you’re going to love her ma 
I know you’ll understand 
our fingers say "fuck cops" 
whenever we hold hands

I hope its not a bother 
I invited a few friends 
the soup kitchin’s for bums 
we’re better than them

i wouldn’t give em alcohol 
unless you want a fight 
we just got out of jail 
last saturday night

and if you get suspicious 
as to what we’re looking for 
you dont have to worry 
we dont do meth no more

we’re here just today 
cuz we have our own place 
but im scared of getting robbed 
so brought my things just in case

© 2012 Peter Diebold

Anarchist Lullaby (Historical Fiction)

Sitting in my room alone
Givin’ all the things I know
When did I get fully grown
Why don’t I pick up the phone
And call someone I used to know
I’m sad to say I’ve let them go
With this global fiasco
I should reach out more I know
And call someone I met outside
The only place I feel alive
The only place my good parts shine
Underneath a cloudy sky
 
Suck it up and get to work
The window light it only hurts
Focus on the blue light bursts
And Give into your caffeine thirst
It’s best to do the hard part first
Or actually is it the worst?
Who gives a damn go in headfirst
Try your best to get immersed
 Into an empty universe
And here we find ourselves on earth
It’s all more than we deserve
It’s too late to be preserved
 
We sent some astros out to space
Spreading out the human race
When they returned they were amazed
Earth is nothing next to space
So grace us with your bigger lie
We want liberty or die
Die, die, oh god please die!
Buy, buy, oh god please buy!

Peter-Supertramp

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