This track was recorded in 8 hours on a 4-track cassette recorder in October of 1984.

It was played on WLUP FM in Chicago on October 12, 1984 at 6:50 AM.
This was my first recording played on the radio.

RON SNYDER - The Flu Season Blues (Original 1984 Radio Version)

Übermensch

Shoot a rocket into space
Try and find a new place
For humans to ruin
Cuz its the end of Rome
Time to find a new home

Its a fact free universe ruled by the clueless
Wielding their influence over the thoughtless
Yeah yeah yeah
And every hundred years
Its brand new people 

Its the everyman vs the money
Who you gonna bet on?
What are the odds?
Now the we burned down Rome
Good luck finding a home

We got ghosted by god
Elvis left the building
I guess they saw it coming years ago
That its the end of Rome
And now you have no home

Its a fact free universe ruled by the heartless
Wielding their influence over the brainless
Yeah yeah yeah
If we can last a  hundred years
It’ll be brand new people 

The key to survival
Is to evolve beyond tribal
But some people won’t do it
So its the end of Rome 
Now we’ve burnt down Rome 

Its a fact free universe ruled by the clueless
Wielding their influence over the thoughtless
Yeah yeah yeah
If we can last a hundred years
It’ll be all new people

We got ghosted by god
Elvis left the building
I guess they saw it coming long ago
That its the end of Rome
That means you have no home

Shoot a rocket into space
Try and find a new place
For humans to ruin
Cuz its the end of Rome
Time to find a new home

The End of Rome

The End of Rome - Defiantbutterfly

The Final Wave

A dark and emotional track with guitar layers and slow trap vibes.

HEART IS ICE

Just some twitter musings on the present lawlessness in general.

Lyrics:

A journo was making a rather wooden take
That our very cultural survival was at stake
Reciting cliches, chapter and verse
And the state of his cause got progressively worse
As i passively catalogued his obvious failings

As i witnessed his histrionic railing
I admired his persistence 
Tearing on the weenies
Burying the gawking grifters
And telling those randy stoats to get wrecked
And extolling in all parts the liminal grace of 
The champions of full-gilled bravado
And forthright deportment
And bewailing the existence of
Beanie wearing peacoat-bedecked hipsters
Walking around carrying artisanal baked goods
And oat milk cortados in broad daylight in Portland

But the reality of course was rather more dire
Notably an individual in lingerie
Covered in sores stomping a windshield 
And generally ruining some hapless driver's day
Before attempting to light a man on fire
The nearby police 
Bereft of civic desire
Watched for a moment
Before calmly walking away

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