CliffSongs

  The NRA Anthem (As sung by Ted Cruz and Lauren Boebert)   Now children hear us, the NRA preachers, There’s a solution for leftist creatures, We can’t let them advance all their features, What happens when we start arming groomer teachers?   Lefty won’t let you protect you and yours, He would have all of us down on all fours, Let’s help him fill up the seat of his drawers, AR15’s on all shelves in all stores!   Buy a gun, It’s the American way! Buy a gun, Blow the bad guys away! Buy one and be sure That your home is secure, Buy a gun, Then another today!   These communist, fascist, socialist thugs, (Buy a gun) They want to replace us, these leftist slugs. (Buy a gun) They’re all pedo-groomers, they’re all on the drugs! (Buy a gun) It’s time to wipe that smirk off their self-righteous mugs!   BUY A GUN, And help fight off inflation! BUY A GUN, Reduce the population! When demand goes bye-bye, ...

  Midnight At Club Q   It happened again, it happened in Club Q. Just a place in Colorado Springs, something to do. A Saturday night that most would survive, A Saturday night that claimed the lives of five.   A long rifle blazes, an AR15 style, A 22-year-old gunman, what has caused his rile? What is the motive, were they people he knew? Or was it religious fervor, hatred of LGBTQ?     No one should have to die because of who they dance with, No one should have to die because of who they kiss. No one should have to die because of who attracts them, No one should have to die for reasons like this, But they do. And they have. And they do.   A nightclub where they felt home, it was their safe space, Now a killing floor, it is forever defaced. What makes a man so disrespectful of any life, what makes him kill? When do we stop the slaughter, it is on all of us now, this ill.   No one should have to die beca...

  O Caffeine!       O Caffeine! Thy stimulative properties evade me as the slug evades the pillar of salt. Have we not been friends? Have we not shared many hours of drudgery? Fail me not! My motivation comes from thee; Fill me once again with thy falsely promoted energy levels. O Caffeine! Thou art my bladder filling companion. Raise my consciousness temporarily as you once did. Wasn't that yesterday?   Cliff Lake​ 5/3/2015 Sometime in the early afternoon. Copyright © Clifford Lake 2015

  Rosie   She stood in front of me wearing a molten dress. My tongue was all tangled up; I remember sayin’ some mess. She put her hand on my shoulder, pointed me at the door, Said, “Less’n you have your own money, don’t come around here anymore.”   I went out and found some shitty work the very next day. Showed up on her doorstep with a pocket full of pay. She was just steppin’ out with some dude big as a bear, Said, “Less’n you can drive me downtown, you ain’t gettin’ anywhere.”   Why you treat me so harsh, Rosie dear? I thought I made my intentions perfectly clear. I’m not tryin’ to make you all mine, I’m just tryin’ to get me some time.   I came around again some time the next week. That big bear dude put a knot on my beak. Rosie looked at me with my back on the ground, Said, “Less’n you learn to keep your feet, you’re gonna always be down.”   Chorus, repeats…   Cliff Lake 4/3/19      Co...

  Leaf   She never knows just how to say goodbye. She just knows she needs to feel a different sun. She still won’t be able to give a reason why, She just knows when it is over and done.   Chorus: She’s just got to fly, fly, fly! No looking back, Not even in some far-off by and by. This is the way that she can simplify… And you can’t blame her – she’s too good for that.   (Jam)   She travels light; nothing to tie her down. Like a leaf in autumn she just breezes on. No destination; just some other town, But she’s left a mark and you wear it like a crown.   ( Chorus, jam. Possible slow outro)   Cliff Lake 4/2/19 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2019

  Sailor   I run through my emotions as a ship in a hurricane, Blown on winds bought with my trust. Sailing seas of passion squandered in familiar port, I am ungrounded.   Gulls screech above and around me; Their petty screams grate temporary woe. Pitching and yawing my way through each day, Nights storm blackly.   Rest is come from busy distraction- Idleness rocks this vessel in a prisoned tempest. The mind and the heart wrangle in furious opposition, I am cycloned.   The sky above is the wrack and wreck of karma unabated, I am and have been my own cause. The sea below is contemptuous of travel. I sail on.   Cliff Lake 12/26/2014 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2014

  See Don Run; Run Don, Run   Now see here Orange, there may be a reason that shirt collar feels a little tight: It’s not just hamburger weight, looks like someone may have you in their sights. Oh, I know, you think it’s the holidays and no garland can hang you now, Looks like Justice has taken the blindfold off; she’s coming for you and how. And if you’re thinking that the counsel ain’t that special and your future still is vague, Let me point out that this motherfucker coming at you is coming straight from the Hague. Post one up again on Troth Senchal, give us one or two more cents, Let it all hang out babe, you’re just providing more evidence. Where’s your Hannity now? Where’s your Murdoch when you need him? This is what happens when you put up shitty candidates now, the Repubs know you can no longer feed ‘em. Think you can hide behind a presidential campaign? Think you will continue to get by on rallies where all you do is complain? The glory da...

  True Dream   I had the dream about The Machine again. The Machine is both artificial and alive. The Machine is insatiable and invisible. The Machine is bloodless and bloody. The Machine is corrupted and corrosive. The Machine is everywhere. The Machine lights the night sky in lurid yellow, In fire and flash, in neon and in naked violences of artificiality. The Machine is in your living room screaming: “PRODUCT! PRODUCT! PRODUCT!” The Machine pacifies you with this lullaby, “PRODUCT! PRODUCT! PRODUCT!” Have you bought? Will you buy? The Machine has eaten you. The Machine has eaten me. Hear it thump and roar! It is outside your window. It is under your bed. The Machine feeds you, Most of us get just enough to wake up tomorrow, To stoke The Machine again. To buy PRODUCT. To be PRODUCT.   I had the dream about The Machine again. The one where it ate me. The one where it ate you. The one where I am The Machine. Th...

  Do You Have the Time?   Where has the time gone? You look between the sofa cushions: Remnants of yesterdays, Stale reminders, Reduced to crumbs, ashes, and trash. Were you effective, Or just another consumer - Endlessly plodding the repeating track, Supporting a system made for everyone else? What victory can you claim in this? The machines soon obsolescent, The housing almost up to code, The food poisoned, The water slimed, The air clogged, All so you can strap on the VR goggles to escape it. What victory is there in this? Climb back on the treadmill, Vacation is over, Share your digital representations as proof that you were somewhere, Anywhere. As long as it wasn’t here. Is that where the time has gone? Is it in the cloud? On a flash drive? Have you saved it there to make room for the drudgery? Pixels more real than memory, Affirmations of your lack of capture, Now free to return to the construct you neither own,...

  Proposals (Proudly blocked by the cretins at Facebook)   I think I’ll kill a few hundred thousand people today. That’s what I do to grow my ego. I will use planes and bombs and kill them. I will use tanks and rockets to kill them. I will use thousands of my own people with rifles and knives. Some of them will die in the process but what the fuck? Gotta break a few eggs as they say.   I think I’ll poison the air today. That’s what I do to make a profit. I will use trucks and drills and ruin earth. I will use explosives and chemicals and blight water. I will underpay thousands of my countrymen. Some of them will be exposed to harmful toxins but what the fuck? I’m doing this for my kids is what I’ll say.   I think I’ll corrupt a few thousand minds today. That’s what I do to maintain dying standards. I will use broadcast networks and celebrities and warp them. I will use rhetoric and the churches and inflame them. I will enra...

  Stupid World   Stupid world. With all its existence and stuff… What do we think we’re doing here? Sure, we dig big fucking holes in the ground, We’re GREAT at that… Of course, that’s killing us, And most of the animals we share the planet with, And the trees, And the fish, And the birds, don’t forget those! And the whole ocean too. But we’re melting all the glaciers into it so… That should help. And then there’s the air: On a good day you can even see through it. And what about the rock we live on? Oh yeah, we’re fucking that up too. You got yer acid rains, And yer chunky air, And yer extreme weathers, so… Yeah… But the good part is the plastic, right? In the water you’re drinking, In the food you eat, In the soil you walk on, There’s even big fucking islands of it in the oceans so we can track its progress… Stupid world. With all the existence we’re trying to end. Too bad we won’t be around to see THAT. The sun is ...

  What Is   You ask what it means. Because how can it mean nothing? How can there be no purpose? How can this be all there is?   You ask what this is. What is its meaning? What is its purpose? What if this is all there is?   You ask what you are. Do you mean something? What is your purpose? What if this is all you are?   You ask what you are doing. Will it mean anything? What was your purpose? What if you have done all you will?   You ask if there really is a meaning. Well, what do you mean? Have you sought out a purpose? Will you at least do something?   What will that mean to someone else? What if all you have to do is mean something while you are here? Will that give you purpose? What if that is all you need to do?   You ask why you are here. I ask what you mean. Living is its own purpose. Doing some good can be enough.   Cliff Lake 11/5/2022 Copyright © Clifford L...

 All In There was never really any choice. They revel in violence. They mock disability. They worship greed. There was never really any choice.  They fantasize copulation with children. They strangle information. They oppose any god than the one they cannot emulate. There was never really any choice. They daydream revenge. They foul the planet. They are proud of the kill. There was never really any choice. They foster destruction. They revel in waste. They exalt any lie that harms. They cannot be cured because they don’t want to be. They cannot be educated because it exposes them. They cannot comprehend the hurt they do to themselves. There is really only one choice. We will choose in spite of them. We will choose because of them. We will choose because it is the best thing for them. There is really only one choice.  Make that choice. Be that choice. For all of us.  Cliff Lake 11/2/2022 Copyright © Clifford Lake 2022