fact or fiction

Ghost Town

As I Fall

The Bottle

This is a rough cut of a brand new song.  Music and lyrics by Val Blaha. All rights reserved.  No use without permission. 

relativism will be the death of us
if we can't face the face of the monstrous
reward the racist, reward the raw
privilege the powerful, privilege overdrawn

close the curtains, close the door
barricade our minds to conceal the civil war
hope is the enemy, hope is the balm
faith in the good is the enemy of the dawn

and they said “shake it up shake it up, throw that monkey wrench”
if that's the best we could do, we deserve this president

losing their jobs meant losing their minds
so they misplaced their anger, set out on blood lines
followed the leader, followed the hate
enlisted in the army of America Degenerate

pledging allegiance, pledging solidarity
vowing that they only seek the best for you and me
denying the darkness, denying the lies
decrying the obvious and falling right in line

“shake it up shake it up, throw that monkey wrench”
is it time to fade to white or can we fight the precedents?

no more accepting what we cannot change 
no more accepting what we cannot change
no more accepting what we cannot change
join the fight 'cause we're all in firing range

we hear the anger, feel the fatigue
understand what it's like to be picked last for the team
we know you want to be free of want
we empathize and wish for peace and detente

but we're not sitting back, not sitting on our heels
we're standing and ready to outsmart his deals
we'll treat each poisoned word as a promise
we'll hold firm to equality our moral compass 

and they said “shake it up shake it up, throw that monkey wrench”
well these apes are fighting back against the gold-plated tempest
yeah they said “shake it up shake it up, throw that monkey wrench”
well your sabotage will be the cause of all that lies ahead
all that lies ahead

relativism will be the death of us
if we can't face the face of the monstrous
reward the racist, reward the raw
privilege the powerful, privilege overdrawn

Shake It Up

Hell, No! (Resist)

I won't smile and be polite, I will jump and dance
I won't wear a skirt if I'd rather wear a suit with pants
I won't polish my nails – I'd rather strum my guitar
I won't stumble in high heels – my boots will take me far

I know I can't be everything to everyone
that's not why I exist
I choose to carve my own path 
I choose to resist
I won't stick around if I'd rather go
I won't be meek and quiet – I'll yell, hell, no!

Don't say women should be silent, don't say we are weak
don't say we're crazy when we bleed, don't tell us to shut up and sing
don't say we need to be thin and pretty, or we are worth less
don't say we can't be president, I'm pretty sure we'd do it best

We know we can't be everything to everyone
that's not what we need
we choose to stand and fight
we will not concede
we won't stick around if we'd rather go
w won't be meek and quiet – we'll yell, hell, no!

I don't want to be a princess
existing in a prison of rules
I want to be king of my world
speaking my power with truth

I want to live my life – it's the only one that I've got
I need to be true to myself, rather than to what I'm not
I'll give my best to people who place their trust in me
I won't be a slave to some fiction, I'm gonna live free

I know I can't be everything to everyone
that's not why I exist
I choose to carve my own path 
I choose to resist

I won't stick around if I'd rather go
I won't be meek and quiet – I'll yell, hell, no!

Original song, written and recorded by Val Blaha. 

All rights reserved. Copyright 2016.

Hell, No! (Resist)

New song, inspired by yet another mass shooting, and the need to change our extravagant interpretation of the 2nd Amendment.

ValBlaha