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Trumpster Fire – AMM Rap

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2020 by Drogo

written by AMM for their Album ‘Trouble Fer Trumpets’

Trumpster Fire – rap

Welcome to the Land of Trump

Ronald MacDonald took a dump

Joker is wild, a petulant child

Racists want poor against poor,

Idiots ferget we done did that before!

Fighting the rich will be the next war!

Trouble for Trumpets, Grumbling grumpets

Gummi Bears writing in blackberry ink,

In the Land of Trump we all stink.

Clouds Are Real

Posted in POB Audio, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on October 29, 2019 by Drogo

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We swim in oceans of emotions, and we sail in relation-ships;

no more voting for corporate pricks;

we think and feel, and vote for those with appeal;

because clouds are real, clouds are real, yeah clouds are real.

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[ Audio recording of poem sung as a folk song ]

 

 

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Space Drogo – lyrics

Posted in Memorials / Obituaries / Epitaphs, Poems, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on August 30, 2019 by Drogo

Space Drogo, always doing things with space!

Space Drogo, out to save the human race!

Space Drogo, the great king of the Appalacia,

Space Drogo, you betcha – he’s here to save ya! Space Drogo!

Always on a mission, space Drogo, flying in good condition!

Space Drogo, now you now his name!

Space Drogo, life will never be the same!

SPACE DROGO….. SPACE DROGO!!!!

– Lyrics by Andy Sweeney 2019

Song of the Piper

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on February 5, 2016 by Drogo

There is a little bird behind my house

whose first song speaks of the start of day ;

He heralds his voice like a piper’s tune

and very soon the others follow.

Then when dusk comes on and the day is done

I hear his melody once again

As he ushers out yet another day

and tells us all it is time for bed.

I may not sleep once his tune is sung

For unlike him I am restless ;

Still his song lingers on in my heart,

in my dreams,

‘Til I hear him again in the dawn.

  • Christine S. M.

Hey You Guys – Green Rap

Posted in POB Audio, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles, Song Lyrics & Analysis with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 6, 2014 by Drogo

Hey You Guys (Green Rap) – AMM SCOD concept by Drogo, lyrics by Codiak, rapped by Codiak

HEY YOU GUYS

People please wake up, our planet we are killin’;

Polluting all our resources, nothing left for the children.

Please think of the native americans before us.

Show respect for the mountains, open plains, and the forests.

Man-kind extinction, that’s what we are facing.

We maintain our cell phones, but mother earth we are defacing.

There is no way to deny it, there are changes in our climate.

Warfare and shrapnel, we care more about gain capital,

than the reservation (resurrection) of our fragile planet.

(Drogo, they don’t hear me man! Wake em up!)

HEY YOU GUYS

Man-made chemicals, factories, vehicles; form death called smog.

Best believe we are breathing it all.

Children born with disabilities due to radiation in facilities.

Poisoned waters, West Virginia took it personal, I’m from there.

Nuclear bomb testing, gunned down while protesting.

This ignorance is persistent, mother earth needs our assistance.

Can’t stand by idly, there’s a fight brewing inside of me.

Elephants and rhinos getting murdered for their ivory.

Families misplaced, industries they replace THEM;

It’s all about the money, what about THEM?

Pipeline running through the MOUNTAINS.

Gator belts and shark skins.

Love comes from the heart AND soul.

Our young ones gotta know,

tickin’ time bomb, and the world about to blow….

world about to blow….

not a word about the blow….

word about the blow…

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SCOD “Dark Anthem”

Posted in Pagan, Poems, Rhymes, Riddles with tags , , , on October 9, 2011 by Drogo

Many, many years ago on the Eastern shore;
Faeries did gather secretly,

beyond the guard-inn door.

This place they’ve chosen right,
To build their Medieval site;

And make the Music sigh again,

Deep into the night!

Congregation rises, darkness ’round the bend;
Evil, lust and hatred,

Roots we can amend!

The priestess stands before us,

Tells us when and where to go;
Worship to the ancient gods,

Each and every day!

By the hand of Oberon, darkness in the deep
Know the good and evil things we do,

The secrets that we keep.

SCOD
will be the sacrifice,
SCOD, you know the time is right!
SCOD
will find you, can’t run very far
Evil that’s inside you,
We know just who you are!

No use in speaking out against the things we do;
While the pawns of dirth they sleep, haven’t any clue.
Now the story starts again, no matter what the cost,
SCOD begins anew, saving souls that once were lost!

SCOD

 

* (Based on “Metal Church” by Metal
Church)

Are You Going to Harpers Faerie?

Posted in Poems, Rhymes, Riddles with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 11, 2011 by Drogo

(Recited to the tune of Scarborough Fair)

 

Are you going to Harpers Faerie?

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

Remember me as one of the Faerie.

Herbs on the hill, spirits to calm.

 

 

Have them make me some peppermint tea.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

With rain-water and local honey.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

Faerie dust shall be spread on high-land.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

Tell them this must be done by their hand.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

Plow the land with the horns of a stag.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee Balm.

Then sow some seeds while smoking a fag.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

Harvested with gauntlets of leather.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

Reap it up in a bunch of heather.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

Tell them to dry it in an old Oak tree.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

Gather with a basket of mulberry.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

Have them steep it in yonder cistern.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee-Balm.

Make sure to add, some Bakerton Cat-Nip.

When I die, my soul it will calm.

 

 

When thou has finished thy task.

Pep-per-mint, Lemon, and Bee Balm.

Come to me, a favor to ask.

* When I die, my soul will be calm.