Category Archives: Lyrics

Blacklight.

Living on a lighted screen
Approaches the unreal
For those who do not feel
Who live in a reality beyond the gilded meme

Against that unlikely role
Ill-equipped to act
With insufficient tact
One must put up barriers to keep oneself intact

Living on a lighted screen, the influencer’s dream
Those who wish to be seen
Those who wish to be, they put aside the alienation
Obsessed with the fascination
The false relation, the underlying theme

They live in a fisheye lens
Caught in the camera eye
I have no heart to lie
I can’t pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend

All the world’s indeed a stage
We are merely players
Performers and portrayers
So why must they lock themselves inside the gilded cage

Living on a lighted screen, the influencer’s dream
Those who wish to be seen
Those who wish to be, they put aside the alienation
Obsessed with the fascination
The false relation, the underlying theme

Living on a lighted screen, the influencer’s dream
Those who wish to be seen
Those who wish to be, they put aside the alienation
Obsessed with the fascination
The false relation, the underlying theme

The false relation
The underlying theme

Dear Influencer, it’s not the limelight. Why the Rush?

We’ll Rant And We’ll Roar Like True Angry Bloggers!

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Angry Bloggers
We’ll rant and we’ll roar when on-line and off
Until we strikes bottom inside the Reddit threads
When straight through the forums to /AskReddit we’ll go

I’m a son of a ‘counter, I’m a geek and a blogger
I can’t dance, I can’t sing, I just sling the web code
I can handle the WordPress and I can write with finesse
Whenever I gets in a chronic’ling mood

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Angry Bloggers
We’ll rant and we’ll roar when on-line and off
Until we strikes bottom inside the Reddit threads
When straight through the forums to /AskReddit we’ll go

Farewell and adieu to ye young influencers
You spin a tall tale, which should not be believed
I’m bound to disagree with the bullsh!t that you post
I can’t stay quiet or it’s yokey I’ll be

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Angry Bloggers
We’ll rant and we’ll roar when on-line and off
Until we strikes bottom inside the Reddit threads
When straight through the forums to /AskReddit we’ll go

We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Angry Bloggers
We’ll rant and we’ll roar when on-line and off
Until we strikes bottom inside the Reddit threads
When straight through the forums to /AskReddit we’ll go

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Forty Years Ago It Was The Big Money …

However, not sure The Big Money quite captures it anymore. the doctor suggests The Dumb Money. Seems quite apt, eh?

Dumb money goes around the world
Dumb money underground
Dumb money got a mighty voice
Dumb money make no sound
Dumb money pull a million strings
Dumb money hold the prize
Dumb money weave a mighty web
Dumb money draw the flies

Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
A Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Dumb money goes around the world
Dumb money take a cruise
Dumb money leave a mighty wake
Dumb money leave a bruise
Dumb money make a million dreams
Dumb money spin big deals
Dumb money make a mighty head
Dumb money spin big wheels

Sometimes building ivory towers
Sometimes knocking castles down
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground
It’s that old-time religion
It’s the kingdom they would rule
It’s the fool on television
Getting paid to play the fool

It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
A Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Dumb money goes around the world
Dumb money give and take
Dumb money done a power of good
Dumb money make mistakes
Dumb money got a heavy hand
Dumb money take control
Dumb money got a mean streak
Dumb money got no soul

The Fraud

I stand here waiting for them to bang the gong
To crush the critic saying, “Is it right or is it wrong?”
If only truth had an outlet, buyer would you read?
An expose a day, to shine the light on their misdeeds?

I am tired of the fraud, the fraud, the fraud
I am tired of the fraud-fraud, am tired of the fraud-fraud, am tired of-
The way that they lie and deceive you
With the fraud, the fraud, the fraud

Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights on)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights out)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)

Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free
(T H E T R U T H) Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free

I’ve overheard your theory, “Nostalgia’s for geeks”
I guess sir, if you say so, some of us just like to read
One second I’m Plato’s fan, suddenly Plato is me
Philosophy was truth, now truth’s philosophy, in me

I am tired of the fraud, the fraud, the fraud
I am tired of the fraud-fraud, am tired of the fraud-fraud, am tired of-
The way that they lie and deceive you
With the fraud, the fraud, the fraud

Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights on)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights out)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)

Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free
(T H E T R U T H) Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free

Woo, truth, truth
Woo, truth, truth now
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights on)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights out)
Let the truth out, set it free, free (Shout it real loud)

Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free
(T H E T R U T H) Shout it real loud
Let the truth out, set it free, free

Lady Gaga furever

Pretty Fly That Gen-AI!

To the tune of Pretty Fly for a Rabbi by Weird Al.
[Which is to the tune of Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by The Offspring.]

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
And all my rabbis say it’s pretty fly that Gen-AI!

Meccha Gen A I, meccha technologica!

Our space has had a fair share of tech hype in the past
But most of it was nudnik and none of it would last
But our new tech’s real kosher, we think it’ll do the trick
I tell ya, it’s to die for, it really knows its shtick

So how’s by you? Have you seen this tool?
Reads the Reddit, does its own synopsis too
Working’ like a dog at a synagogue
It scans all day, it scans all day

Just type “Vay is mir!” and it will kick into gear
And bring you lots of fear and tell you the world’s end is near
Just grab your shelter kit and
Hey! Hey! Do that Prepper thing!

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
And all my rabbis say it’s pretty fly that Gen-AI!

It learns from the forums, not just any will suffice
It has to find extremist views ’cause that’s what masses like
Doesn’t care if it’s a fact, as long as you come and play
Hallucinations plenty, just eat one rock a day!

People used to scoff, now they say “Mazel tov!”
It’s so attractive ’cause they think they can lay you off
It computes non-stop and outputs slop
What’s not to like? What’s not to like?

For endless days, it works without complaint
And never asks for pastrami on white bread with mayonnaise
Just grab your vacation thong and
Hey! Hey! Do that Celeb thing!

When it’s computing your new payroll, now that you shouldn’t miss
It’ll happily add a Billion when the dot it skips
It’s got a lot of chutzpah, and it really is quite daft
The coders pay the moyl and then you just get the shaft!

A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!
(How ya doin’, Schulman?) A I, A I!

Meccha Gen A I, meccha technologica!

It’s doin’ well, I gotta kvell
The yentas love it, even shicksas think it’s swell
For your mental health, it is top shelf
It don’t care if you go and off yourself

Yeah it calls the shots, we really bow down lots
Oy gevalt, I’m so ferklempt that I could plotz!
Grab your pasta strainer
Bow down to the sphaghetti god!

Put on your pasta strainer and
Hey! Hey! Join the FSM!

Dedicated to THE PROPHET.