Flat Up Against the Wall, 2005

I am having a hard time getting back in the groove.

I guess I don’t want to get back in the stinking groove. I had a great weekend, with lots of high-speed driving on the California coast, more intellectual stimulation than I have experienced in years, lemon sorbet served inside a hollowed-out lemon – I was even smuggled into a hotel room without registering, and I stayed there for three days, and got away with it. Fuck The Man! (No, girls, I am not The Man.)

I was completely disconnected from the internet. I couldn’t check my email or read any blogs or post anything. Oh, I could have found an internet cafe in the university town I was in, but I was busy having fun. So imagine my surprise when I return to find that most of my otherwise genius readers don’t think they can write song lyrics! What the fuck?

When the Protest Song idea first occured to me, it was because I thought everyone was mad as hell and not willing to take it any more. MPH complained that there weren’t any good, rollicking countercultural change-the-world type of songs for his generation (whichever one that is) to rally ’round, and from the comments he got, I thought writing a protest song for the 21st century was an explosion ready to happen. Thus The revision99 Protest Song UnContest.

But will you look at yourselves?

  • “…i’m not sure i’m talented enough to put it into song…” (Alex)
  • “…Damn, this blog has a lot of homework…” (Digitalicat)
  • “…I’m not promising anything…” (Adreeyin)
  • “…This is too much work…” (Steph)
  • “…I suck at writing lyrics…” (L of Random_Speak)

What a bunch of weak sisters! You are writers, people! Take a peek at this example of “songwriting” from the 1960’s, and tell me you are intimidated:

The Eve of Destruction, by P.F. Sloane

The eastern world, it is explodin’.
Violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
You’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
You don’t believe in war, but what’s that gun you’re totin’
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin’

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Don’t you understand what I’m tryin’ to say
Can’t you feel the fears I’m feelin’ today?
If the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ away
There’ll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
Take a look around you boy
It’s bound to scare you boy

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood’s so mad feels like coagulatin’
I’m sitting here just contemplatin’
I can’t twist  the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don’t pass legislation
And marches alone can’t bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin’
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin’

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don’t forget to say grace
And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don’t believe
We’re on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don’t believe
We’re on the eve
of destruction.

Is anyone intimidated by this drivel? There should be a protest song protesting this song!! Yet – and you’ll have to trust me on this, because as The Oldest Blogger I know this to be true – that stupid song was played on the radio all over this country every hour, 24 hours a day for three months during 1965.

Really, how much effort would it take to scribble something that bad?

OK, you’re thinking “Hey, I’ve got a life, and my own blog. Why should I contribute lyrics that will only make Larry Jones rich and famous?” Fair enough. Here are the reasons:

  • I deserve wealth and fame.
  • I need a faster car.
  • It will be easy.
  • It will be fun.
  • You can make a difference!
  • You can leave a lasting legacy.

As an added inducement, I promise not to:

  • …subject you to ridicule
  • …ridicule you myself (as you know, I love you all)
  • …reveal your identity (if you don’t want me to)

So you can’t possibly lose. Everybody knows the music business is a pushover. Now you have a willing collaborator, and hey, let’s face it: In the end I will be doing most of the work, and you will be sitting back and taking the credit.

What are you waiting for? Don’t answer that! Here’s even more good news! You don’t have to write a whole song! That’s right, just send me your 21st Century Protest Song idea, in the form of a simple couplet or singable chorus, and I will somehow massage it into a song that’s guaranteed to be as good as The Eve of Destruction!

The first day of Summer is the deadline, so there’s just one more week to do this. Remember, there are no losers in The revision99 Protest Song UnContest. Only people who didn’t win. Member FDIC. Substantial penalty for early withdrawal. Details at this earlier post.

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10 Replies to “Flat Up Against the Wall, 2005”

  1. I’ve got a couple of ideas that are at least as terrible as “Eve fo Destruction”.

    I’m going to massage it a little bit and see how it pans out before I send them in.

    Damn the man, save the empire

  2. D’Cat – OK, sorry. I get a little keyed up when my sixties radical blood gets flowing. As we used to say, “Write on, dude.”

    No Bad Days – Only one sexual innuendo in this post, and you are all over it. Maybe you should try your hand at soul music, rather than protest songs.

    Brent – I know you will fight The Power, my Brothah!

    Theresa – What will you be protesting? The puckering effect of the lemon? But yeah, bring it on, baby.

  3. Save the empire.
    Now it means Vader.
    Save the world,
    means an Emmy for Spader.

    No leader, no loudmouth to take up our cause
    Just a bunch of celebs botoxin’ their paws

    I TOLD you song lyrics are too much like poetry.

  4. Adreeyin – That’s you making yourself feel guilty. No judgement at revision99.

    SJ&L – (Sounds like a railroad. The San Jose and Lodi Line.).
    That’s the spirit. Tear the roof off the suckah!

  5. I always loved Barry McQuire – to bad he was always thought of as a Bob Dylan hack –
    I think my protest song would definatley have a sarcastic take, maybe a parody of some kind
    Up against the wall, you right wing whack jobs..whack jobs like Karl Rove…”

    BTW – I also for the “Liberal” media – I keep missing the mettings of the liberal media people..
    And isn’t it amazing that these “liberal” media companies are owned and operated by some of the most conservative people you’ll find…….

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