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Care about your country and its people. Vote!
The general election is coming again
we’re more divided than we’ve ever been
e pluribus unum out of many one
the red and the blue states are under the gun
the left and the right wing say live free or die
but even little children know it takes two wings to fly
We need an explosion of love, an explosion of love
we need and explosion of love to heal the world
We’ll get back to normal but what’ll it mean?
where are we going where have we been?
one voter on main street, one vote in the court
you tip the scale, you’re the last resort
the left and the right wing say live free or die
but even little children know it takes two wings to fly
vote
We need an explosion of love, an explosion of love
an explosion of love to heal the world
explosions of votes
an explosion of love, an explosion of love
we need an explosion of love to heal the world
vote
So vote your conscience, vote your dreams
vote your conscience, vote your dreams
For the country, for the people, for the water, for health care, for justice,
for kindness and fairness and beauty and children,
for your parents, and creatures, for your dreams
for your children, for your parents, for your dreams
vote
We want an explosion of love, an explosion of love
we want and explosion of love to heal the world
©lyrics and music by paul clarke
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Entertainment Politics
02:55
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Entertainment Politics
Bada bing, bada boom, bada bum
I was walking home on my phone looking for the truth zone
I hit a speed bump at the gas pump
Donald Trump was jumping on a tree stump
with a hash tag and a tea bag
and a red and white and blue United States flag
we’re number one wag, I never lose brag,
it’s time to choose a leader who would Earth abuse, what a drag
When entertainment and politics met at the crossroads with a color television set,
we were mesmerized, hypnotized, in a field of schemes in a world of lies
It’s been a long time coming but we persevered
it’s the show we’ve been waiting for 60 years
the king’s got to sing, the king’s got to sting,
and Trump is the king of zing
the king’s got to trance us, enchant and romance us
and Trump is the song and dance man
When entertainment and politics met at the crossroads with a color television set,
we were mesmerized, hypnotized, in a field of schemes in a world of lies.
I don’t want your money, i don’t need your money
bye, bye, you got no control over me
i don’t want your money, i don’t need your money
bye, bye, you got no control over me
nobody does
Bada bing, bada boom
the country folk are angry people distrust
entertaining leaders that leave us in the dust
we are paparazzi chasing Bieber’s car
to feed a nation hungry for superstars
but don’t’ round up the Mexicans
don’t rough up the Blacks,
don’t ban all the Muslims send them all back,
don’t make the country great again rich and strong,
by getting rid of those you think don’t belong.
I don’t want your money, i don’t need your money,
bye, bye, you got no control over me.
i don’t want your money, i don’t need your money,
bye, bye, you got no control over me.
When entertainment and politics met at the crossroads with a color television set,
we were mesmerized, hypnotized, in a field of schemes in a world of lies, of lies,
world of lies,
bada bing, bada boom, tell the truth.
©lyrics and music by paul clarke
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Nothing's Easier
03:00
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Nothing’s Easier
Nothing’s easier than telling all those lies
nothing’s easier than wearing a disguise
nothing’s easier than playing dumb
nothing’s easier than being numb
nothing’s easier not being here at all
not being here at all
Nothing’s easier than being so unkind
nothing’s easier than willing to be blind
nothing’s easier than turn a deaf ear
nothing’s easier than to say “I’m out of here,”
nothing’s easier than not being here at all, not being here at all
More and more I see our hypocrisy
insincerity, opportunity
we have turned away ‘cause we couldn’t say
we are not OK, made in the USA
Nothing’s easier than doing stupid stuff
nothing’s easier than never having enough
nothing’s easier than being cruel
disregarding the Golden rule
nothing’s easier than not being here at all, not being here at all
More and more I see kindness is the key
to open up the door, love a little more
kindness on the street, could it change the beat?
the way we meet and greet? the food we choose to eat?
But nothing’s easier than telling all those lies
©lyrics and music paul clarke
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Truth Decay
02:43
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Truth Decay
I grew up eating candy, I grew up eating candy
I grew up eating candy and sugar treats
chewed a Bazooka bubble gum on the streets
always had a Twinky and soda pop
now I’m finally learning that it’s time to stop
tooth decay, tooth decay
i thought my problem was tooth decay
tooth decay, tooth decay
i called the dentist’d make it go away
I went to my dentist ‘cause my tooth was aching
aching so bad my whole body was shaking
like a soothsaying shaman he chanced to say
it ain’t your tooth, it’s truth decay
truth decay, truth decay
the facts and the evidence fade away
truth decay, truth decay
when we’re paid by the lie in the world today
I asked the dentist for some Novocain
a local anesthetic to relieve the pain
he said, to the hygienist, this boy’s insane
and like a soothsaying shaman he chanced to say
old man I hate to tell you but it’s truth decay
truth decay, truth decay
the facts and the evidence fade away
sorry jack what can I say
Saying things you never said truth decay
doing things you never did truth decay
reading books you never read truth decay
hiding things you never hid truth decay
Forget the Novocain I said, gimme the drill
i got a painful filling that you need to fill
he said if you pressure me I’ll drill a hole
but I really got to drill into your soul
truth decay, truth decay
If your hacking at the branch it won’t go away
truth decay, truth decay
You got to strike at the root it’s judgement day
Here’s the last thing you need to know
the men who stole the world run a freaky show
paid by the lie and the quid pro quo
we’re living in a deep fake freaky show
Paid by the lie and the quid pro quo
we’re living in a deep fake freaky show
truth decay truth decay
paid by the lie it won’t go away
truth decay truth decay
the facts and the evidence fade away
paid by the lie, paid by the lie
Deep fake freaky show
we’re living in a deep fake freaky show
yes, we’re living in a deep fake freaky show
freaky show, freaky show
don’t sell your soul for the freaky show
don’t sell your soul for the freaky show
I grew up eating candy
©lyrics and music by Paul Clarke
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Data Data
02:08
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Data Data
My name is paul and I am a dataholic
I’m a diadagenic pedagogue in schools
my back’s to the wall, I’m a little melancholic
it’s schizophrenic following all the rules
Data, data, I’m mad as a hatter
if I ask the wrong question the data doesn’t matter
once in a while the data don’t behave
data data, sooner or later
are you lover or a hater?
is the only question that will save us
Einstein said not everything that counts can be measured
not everything that can be measured counts
though you try your best to climb the mountain of pleasure
remember that there’s a treasure in your account
You’re one of a kind, don’t poo poo your uniqueness
your most elusive particles can’t be found
calm your mind, and break your losing streak
you’re your most genuine article around
Data, data, I’m mad as a hatter
if I ask the wrong question the data doesn’t matter
once in a while the data don’t behave
data data, sooner or later
are you lover or a hater?
is the only question that will save us.
©lyrics and music by paul clarke
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Wakenhut
02:38
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Wakenhut
We hold these truths to be self-evident
that all men are created equal
and that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable rights
that among them are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
They’ve got 39,308 beds in 56 institutions
in 13 states and 7 foreign countries
they trade their shares on the N.Y. Stock Exchange
prisons for profits are trading across the nations
It’s a global corporation situation.
The guards beat the boys and thrown gas canisters
into their barracks at night
and hold them down in isolation
and fail to provide health care and education
prisons for profit are trading across the nations
it’s another way to pay for our vacations.
Oh oh
The boys got no shoes and got no blankets
and the food ain’t fit to eat
Wakenhut Corrections Corporation trading on Wall Street.
prisons for profit are trading in christian nations
It’s just another way to pay for our salvation.
I work in a school we’re corrective action
and the police are at the front desk
will the kids go to Wakenhut Corrections if they fail the reading test?
prisons for profit are trading in christian nations
it’s a global corporation situation.
it’s another way to pay for our vacation
it’s another way to pay for our salvation
it’s another way to pay for our damnation.
Oh oh
© 2007 Lyrics and music paul clarke
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After 9/11
03:31
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After 9/11
Making love with Catharine after 9/11
she stopped drinking
i started drinking more
maybe i’m waiting for bombs to fall from the sky
maybe she’s waiting for spring flowers to arrive
after 9/11
Making love with Catharine after 9/11
she was there in 1993 on the forty sixth floor
she came home that night to me
maybe I’m waiting for god to rain down his wrath
she is waiting for the goddess to break out and laugh
after 9/11
The sun comes up, the sun comes up
the sun goes down
it doesn’t make a sound as the world spins round
they through the earth was flat
can you imagine that
God made the world, made the world in 7 days
then she went away for a billion years
and sprinkled all our dreams full of love and fear
Do you need me like I need you
do you fear me like i fear you
Making love in heaven after 9/11
36 virgins on each knee i’ll be having sex for eternity
maybe the doctors of war will run out of hate
maybe the world will wake up before it’s too late
after 9/11
who am I?
©lyrics and music by Paul Clarke
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Green New Deal
02:55
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Green New Deal
Green’s in the middle of the rainbow
green is between black and white
green is a color that holds us together
the left wing and the right
Green is the color of money
green is the color of the grass
green is the color of leaves in trees
green is working class
Can we heal ourselves
green new deal
green new deal
I saw a bumper sticker yesterday
make American green again
green again
Red, white, and blue, and green again
more kind, less mean
we all did it
Green New Deal
red and white and blue and green
we keep it strong we keep it clean
everyone who is living
deserves to make a living
Green New Deal
Green New Deal
If everybody gave just a little green
we could get along we could plant a seed
a seed for the sun on a cloudy day
a seed of good works and a seed of play
Green green
Red, white and blue and green
red, white and blue and green
the red and white and the blue and green
from sea to shining sea and in-between
the blackness and the white
let’s win the war without a fight
Green’s in the middle of the rainbow
green is between black and white
green is a color that holds us together
the left wing and the right
Green’s in the middle of the rainbow
green is between black and white
green is a color that holds us together
the left wing and the right
©lyrics and music by paul clarke
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We Come And Go
01:04
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We Come and we Go
pick up the pieces
the golden fleeces
we learn
what the heart has to teach
about living
the art of giving
we leave behind
a world of beauty
of sacred duty
we come and go
on the trail of tears and laughter
ever after
©lyrics and music by Paul Clarke
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Paul Clarke New York, New York
Paul's songs reflect the inner and outer landscapes of our lives. Moved by the horrors and beauty of life, he considers them
his pieces of peace. His work is dedicated to lighten up the shadows and partake in creation.
He worked with producer and sound engineer, Malcolm Cecil for 20 years. "He encouraged me to keep writing and exploring. I am deeply grateful that Malcolm was my mentor."
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