Rare version of this song from before the BDLV+Paddy Tarleton album

Byron De La Vandal - March On Christian Soldiers

"-The strife we share -Will take us there -To relief and sovereignty"

Ukraine. Sarmatia. We'll Have Our Home Again. WAR

Singles and Other Ballads

Paddy Tarleton - No Russian Ever Called Me White Trash

Paddy Tarleton - Who's Gonna Fight In WWIII

I'm a Good Ol' Rebel -  2nd South Carolina String Band

Johnny Horton - Johnny Reb

Here is a real stinker of a song 
I was trying to create a new song and was reading a bunch of very old lyrics from my 20s that were laying around in a drawer.   Some of these manifestos of youth, though earnest and ambitious, have not aged well over the years  ....like that piece of moldy cheddar at the back of the fridge... Leftovers, no longer suitable for public consumption..though one did leap from its hiding place and forced(inspired) me to write a song about it before it sent me down the river never to be seen again.....

simple melody , pretty rough pounding on the electric and keys with a drum track from my phone
Homer Simpson helps to illustrate the food metaphor for this  somewhat out of tune tune 
best i can do with what I got


Leftover Song

This song it smells like moldy cheese                      
With words of youth gone stale and left behind      
A little blue, a little rancid                                              
From the back of the fridge to the bright lights        

Curdled by the curse of indecision                            
Now, I take a sip and promptly spit and spill            Over-seasoned with the sweat of self-reflection   
Makes it kind of  hard to swallow, I’m hungry still                          
Perhaps my best before date                                       
Has been exceeded                                                       
What once was firm has now gone soft and sour    
This tune unchosen                                                        
Slowly decomposing                               
Reanimated by a higher power                                   
Leftover song of mine                                                
Resurrected now for you                                                                      
This song it has the feel of the familiar
Simple shapes and sounds sung in the major G
I tried to lose it, give it the slip, in the parking lot of my mind
But it jumped in my car, took me hostage and assumed my identity

Tied me up, took me down to the river
And sent me on my way
On a boat that sailed in circles 
With a piano that could not play
It’s a coup d’ etat, a Mardis Gras
Said the one that got away
A monster of my own creation

These nouns and verbs gone wild
A verse unseeded
Left in the sun to slowly bloom and flower
Starved of attention
No comprehension
Of what was locked inside my Ivory Tower
Leftover song of mine
Busting loose to sing to you





Leftover Song

John Edmond - I wish I was a blue job

Phase II - Troopiesongs

Back in the Sticks

GODS COUNTRY RHODESIA

PRODUCED BY @ashtr3y

LYRICS:
i fucked every e girl in the whole world
i sold a couple bitcoins so i had to splurge
i sent an uber for her even tho it had a surge
all this traffic in my bedroom
police think im selling herb
motel 6 cuz it got the cheapest price
but she got her own place
so i didnt even stay the night
turned these girls to astronauts
how i put em on flights
and they think that im insomniac
cuz im up till sunrise
i found her on a twitch game
ballin i need 6 rings
tongue all on her skin
like i was tasting mild sauce
chicken wings
woke up and i hate my life
cuz i took a piss
and it stings
i caused the corona virus
cuz i stuck it in her sinus
rollie on but i feel timeless
crypto gold on me
king midas
but my real name is Tobias
killed the game
call me Osiris
always takin antivirus
cuz i never wore a rubber
like to feel how her insides is
fucked slim hoes and XL sizes

i think that i got a problem
e-girl addict i can't stop it
pull up on that Twitch dot com
and i feel like im window shoppin
i got all these new diseases
doctor dont know what to call it
goin in till im deceased
they had to quarantine my coffin

i fucked every e girl in the whole world
i sold a couple bitcoins so i had to splurge
i sent an uber for her even tho it had a surge
all this traffic in my bedroom
police think im selling herb
countin cake like elon musk
i raw e-girls from dawn to dusk
elephant trunk but i dont got tusks
so many hoes need a greyhound bus
so much stamina think im off that dust
too scandalous but i give no fucks
baggin birds off a screen
call that duck hunt
and the life that im livin
real fucked up

Paddy Tarleton - No Russian Ever Called Me White Trash

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