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Brainwashed
03:05
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Things are gettin tough out there, it seems like evil’s on the rise
Don’t know who to trust out there, it could be just another lie
But one man’s trash is another one’s newsfeed
And in times like these, it’s the last thing that we need
I’m sure the secret government just wants us all confused
‘Bout vaccinations, UFOs, and landin’ on the moon
False flags and chemical lags keep us from thinkin’ for ourselves
And if you agree, then buddy you might need some help
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
There’s just so many of the devil makes ya wonder when he’ll ever get caught
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
The Illuminati masterminds that can control my every move
Don’t want me believing things that you don’t have to prove
Or maybe it’s the truth the truth just ain’t the truth anymore
They might win the fight, but they sure ain’t won the war
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Because we all keep losing track, you try to stop it but you can’t, the train’s lost
There’s just so many of the devil makes ya wonder when he’ll ever get caught
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
How can I find a way to say what’s on my mind
When I’m so overwhelmed, it’s got me shakin’ half the time?
You tell me I can’t trust what I can see with my own eyes
I know you’re Jonesin’ for another Rush so let me spell it out in black and white
Don’t you know that everybody, everybody’s just a cuttin’ from the same cloth
And we’re all jumping off the track, you try to stop it but you can’t, the train’s lost
There’s just so many of the devil makes me wonder when he’ll ever get caught
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
Brainwashing everybody into thinkin’ everybody else is brainwashed
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2. |
Luke, Chapter 23
03:04
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They want to start another war, I heard it on the news.
A preacher man Republican says he knows what to do.
He’s wonderin’ if we’re livin’ like the Bible tells us to
So I got around to thinkin’, and it’s got me feelin’ blue
Send your tired, sick, and poor a “thoughts and prayers” or two
Love thy neighbor as thyself, long as he looks like you
Desperately clingin’ on to what they hold so true,
But they hear not what they speak, and they know not what they do.
Ahhhh, “Hallelujah” they’ll be singin’
Ahhhh, blinded by the light
Ahhhh, I can hear the church bells ringin’.
But if you look inside you’ll find that something isn’t right.
They’ll stop to help the hungry beggar find his own boot straps
They’ll give up half a Saturday just to melt the old ice caps
By nine o’clock on Sunday they’ll be smilin’ in the pew
For they hear not what they speak, oh Lord, and they know not what they do.
Ahhhh, “Hallelujah” they’ll be singin’
Ahhhh, blinded by the light .
Ahhhh, I can hear the church bells ringin’
But if you look inside you’ll find that something isn’t right.
Forgive me if I’m questioning this holy life you lead
'Least you can tell I’ll go to hell for failing to believe
I hope, if there’s a God above, he can forgive you too
For you hear not what you speak, my friend, and you know not what you do.
Ahhhh, “Hallelujah” they’ll be singin’
Ahhhh, blinded by the light.
Ahhhh, those bells keep ding-a-lingin’
But if you look inside you’ll find that something isn’t right.
Ahhhh, “The Lord is gonna save us”
Ahhhh, we’re basking in the Truth.
But Ahhhh, all these sinners keep on sinnin’
For we hear not what we speak, my friends, and we know not what we do.
What we’re sowing we will reap, my friends, 'cuz we know not what we do.
No we don’t practice what we preach, my friends, and I don’t know what to do.
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3. |
Fake News
04:09
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I woke up this morning, and I turned on the tube
He said they were telling us lies
And it occurred to me then, as I sat in my room,
He was sayin' what I'd been tryin' to verbalize
'Cuz It seems things are getting just a little out of hand
It feels like I keep losing ground
But now I’ve got a new trick, anyone can understand
Guaranteed to turn this train right back around
It's Fake News
It ain’t true
That’s lies they tell to justify their views
That’s just a trick they use
When they got nothin' left to lose
Go ‘head, believe it if you choose
But it’s Fake News
Verse 2 (in 3)
Well this got me thinkin’, and I’m sure you’ve surmised
That the old talking points are all stale
But just like old Lincoln never could tell a lie,
With this technique you never can fail
When the battle seems lost, and you’re ‘bout out of fight
And the arguin’ and yellin’s got you hoarse
When the evidence is mounting and the logic’s gettin’ tight
You can get to questionin’ the source
It's Fake News
It ain’t true
It’s not even close enough for horseshoes
That’s just a trick they use
When they got nothin' left to lose
Go ‘head, believe it if you choose
But it’s Fake News
I had an appointment just this afternoon
The doctors they ran all their tests
And I sat there a-waiting in a cold waiting room
Just to hear what these old sawbones suggest
Well they called out my name, and they all did agree
There were ailments they should attend to
At first I was shocked, but soon felt relieved
When I remembered what I needed to do
It's Fake News
It ain’t true
But it’s not your fault if you feel a bit confused
See, that’s just a trick they use
When they got nothin' left to lose
Go ‘head, believe it if you choose
But it’s Fake News
Verse 4 (in 3)
But now that I’m armed with Fake News up my sleeve
I’ve been feeling increasingly perplexed
I’m never quite sure what I can believe
And it seems it’s leaving me a bit distressed
So I sat right down on my kitchen floor and cried
Contradictions bouncing ‘round in my head
With tears in my eyes, feelin’ paralyzed
I started thinkin’ maybe I’ve been misled
So I zipped up my coat, and put on my fake shoes
And took a long walk ‘round the lake
Everything I do's starting to look like Fake News
And the news just isn’t sounding so fake
Nah, it’s Fake News
It ain’t true
I almost did just what they wanted me to do
You got two sides to choose
And it ain’t hard to deduce
If it disagrees with you
It’s Fake News
It ain’t true
That's lies they tell just to justify their views
It’s just a trick they use
When they got nothin left to lose
Go ‘head, believe it if you choose
But it’s Fake News
Oh, it’s what those lefties do
When they got nothin left to lose
Go ‘head, believe it if it's true,
But it’s Fake News
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Forty long years we’ve been wandering
Cursed to roam the forest as a penance for a sin
We learned back then to keep ourselves from wondering
If the man upstairs was right to send us in
Walked around the city same as yesterday
‘Cept this time we went six more times around
Never guessed we’d get right in and win so easily
But I’ll be damned, those walls came tumblin’ down
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
We thought nineteen forty three might be the worst of times
Felt just like the wits of the world was at its end
But prejudice passed down like it’s a nursery rhyme
When it comes around, you’re right back where you been
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
Walked around the city same as yesterday
‘Cept this time it just didn’t feel the same
Everybody’s yellin’ hopin’ something’s gonna give
But the walls keep gettin’ taller every day
Oh, there’s trouble down in Jericho
Don’t you know that we could use a helping hand
Yeah you can ask, no one seems to answer though
Feelin’ all alone in the broken promised land
Well lately I’ve had questions about everything
Don’t take it wrong 'cuz I just wanna know
If there’s some knowing, loving, God that can do anything
How could he just let us suffer down below
While we’re walkin’ down the walls of Jericho?
Walkin’ down the walls of Jericho
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5. |
Pulled Asunder
03:21
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I don’t recognize the sideways we have run
It’s too far gone and steerin’ right into the sun
And I don’t recognize myself behind a gun
But heaven knows, I won’t be leavin’ empty
Pulled asunder,
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for today?
Bad blood’s pumpin’ like a protozoan sin
It’s eatin’ up my mind, I feel it squirmin’ in my skin
Back down, write it off, forgive it or forget
But heaven knows the blight’ll only fester
Pulled asunder,
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for today?
Oh brother,
We’ve won these rights before
What are you fighting for anyway?
They told us tales of civilization
And they told us we would be alright
But I’ve been thinkin’ on how the lesson’s overturned
If it can’t echo out in each and every mind
I think we been
Pulled asunder,
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for today?
Oh my sister,
We’ve won these rights before
What are you fighting for anyway?
Pulled asunder,
So much for civil war...
What are you fighting for today?
Pulled asunder,
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for anyway?
I don’t recognize the sideways we have run
Too fucked up and steerin’ right into the sun
And I don’t recognize myself behind a gun
But heaven knows, it’s got me feelin’ empty
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6. |
Long Way Gone
03:47
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You might say the west is won,
But I can’t see us coming out together
An ancient word, the starting gun
By the time you hear it, it’s already a long way gone
Shotgun evolution lookin’ for a natural fit
Been diggin’ down deep for years and I’m just try’n to find something that sticks
‘Cuz I been a
Long way gone
Long way gone
Long way gone and I’m goin’
A second hand, second scene
If it falls apart, you put it back together
I learned it on my own time I was seventeen
You go down like acetone, but you can bet you’re gonna come up clean
Last night I was wheezin’ and coughin’ I was having a fit
I can handle some things for years but I been gettin’ tired of the same old shit
Oh I been a
Long way gone
Long way gone
Long way gone and I’m goin’
Where’s the line with navigation
When keepin' to the track is takin’ everything you can do?
The wasted time’s there for the taking
Then it’s a
Long way gone
Long way gone
Long way gone and I’m goin’
You might say the west is one,
But I can’t see us coming out together
Like an ancient way, the starting gun
By the time you hear it...
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7. |
The State of the Union
05:54
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November, the year of our Lord
Two thousand sixteen
We the people have to make a choice.
But this one’s shapin’ up to be
Like nothin’ we have seen.
And everyone is lifting up their voice.
Both sides feel it’s either win
Or face the end of days.
The consequence is sure to be severe.
I tell you I’ve tried thinkin’ in
A million different ways
And the choice, it seems to me, is pretty clear.
January, year of our Lord
Two thousand seventeen
Righteousness and honor have prevailed
But something’s in a headline
Almost every single day
And it seems like everyone wants him in jail.
I know he’s an acquired taste,
That much is evident.
That doesn’t mean you have to be unfair.
That’s right I heard you talkin smack
About the president
But there’s one more argument I’d like to share...
But what about the emails?
Don’t you think that was bad?
I hope you don’t mind me askin’
‘Cuz it sure makes me sad.
And what about Benghazi?
Do you think they’ll indict?
Don’t know exactly what happened
But I know it ain’t right.
I guess it really took a turn for the worse
In the year of our Lord.
When the hauled him off and read them all his rights
He only cried a little bit
But all my tears were poured.
'Cuz they locked him up just for being white.
Oh, and three counts of conspiracy
And eleven counts of fraud.
As if that wasn’t all that it would take,
The two counts of obstruction
And the nineteen of assault
Were really just the icing on the cake.
But what about the emails?
Don’t you think that was bad?
Hope you don’t mind me askin’
‘Cuz it sure makes me sad.
And that staffer she murdered
You think that was her first?
I know he isn’t perfect,
But she woulda been worse..
Well now that it’s been a year
Since they locked him up behind bars
I’ll admit the change in tone has been pronounced.
I guess President Pelosi
Isn’t doin’ all that bad, considering
She signed up as Speaker of The House.
In the damp and dusty corridors
Of the penitentiary
The Warden took a walk around the cells.
Old Donald flagged him down and begged
If someone set him free
It's a lifetime of free stays at his motels (quid pro quo).
The Warden slowly turned his head
And politely he refused
And Donald said, “But I’ve been treated wrong”.
The Warden let a chuckle go
For he was mildly amused
When Donald started singing him this song:
But what about the emails?
Don’t you think that was bad?
Hope you don’t mind me askin’
‘Cuz it sure makes me sad.
And what about Benghazi?
Do you think they’ll indict?
I couldn’t tell you what happened.
But I know it ain’t right.
What about our country?
The U. S. of A?
The land of the free and
The home of the brave?
Yes, what about America?
The stars and the stripes?
Don’t know exactly what’s happenin’
But I know it ain’t right.
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Brandon Reisdorf Chicago, Illinois
Brandon Reisdorf is a Chicago-based songwriter and fiddle player.
"Political Songs
For Political People" is a collection of political songs ranging from satirical to serious, and is Brandon's debut release. The album was self-produced in a home studio.
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