Today I'm thankful that I'm still working on putting together a melody.
This is a little better.....I've just got to rework it more to make it more timeless.
My personal opinion is that our world is a circle of hell. Israel is not the first country to push itself into a war and go hog wild out of land-greed. Israel will not be the last.
What do you think?
I'm in love with the title. It stays.
I have half a mind to go shopping for a baritone guitar. I love my basses. I can't stand acoustic guitars. Maybe there is something a little more fitting for a person prone to hanging out in the lower registers.
I'll update as I'm able.
love,
S.
P.S, On second thought, I need an electric guitar. It's a shame the Covid shot killed my friend Gallen. My sister is trying to get me to date a well-known guitar player here but I don't...um...well...so I'm like avoiding his gigs.
Maybe it's time for new friends.
People claim that posting lyrics is dangerous. Not really, it's a time-stamp to prove who had them first.
Besides if 1000 artists posts songs bitching at Netanyahu, maybe one will hit the top 10. Maybe I should work on the cover art.
Where is my red paint?
P.S.S. I'm going to scrap this...I have a better idea.
P.S.S.S. Some may wonder why I'm only pissed at Israel and not Russia. Well....Russia is not an ally. The U.S. is not funding Russia. We've sent a heck of a lot of money to Israel. The US political elite appears to be turning a blind eye to Israel's sin.
Let me rework the entire project.
Genocide Symphony
Verse 1:
Marching through the battlefield of earthly hell
Where demons rise and angels fell
Holy wars fought by twisted dreams
In the wreckage of shattered be (crap....where did the word go?)
Politics has often been compared to show business for ugly people.
Today I am thankful for my sense of humor.
My employer recently pushed us to fill out a DEI survey, and my first thought was, "Will my employer get a tax break if I am honest?" I assumed they were aiming to meet some silly diversity and inclusion target if I told the truth.
Then, my mind wandered to what would have happened if Adolf Hitler had requested DEI surveys back in 1935. He could have easily singled out who to target for extermination. That would have turned them into DIE Surveys. Why not be honest? If there's ever a call for Communism in the USA, I'll probably be among the first shot by the authorities because I'm a rebel.
Despite my initial resistance, I opened the survey. The first question asked if I identify as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, to which I answered yes. (My colors are purple, gray, and white. I love chocolate cake and garlic bread.)
Yes, I actually sleep with a companion cube plushie.
The next question asked if I had a disability, and I answered yes. My dyslexia isn't a disability; it's a source of inspiration for my jokes. (If you don't count my dyslexia, there are days when I have to hypnotize myself to ignore the pain from my fibromyalgia.)
When the survey asked if the company could improve inclusion, I suggested more team-building exercises to help colleagues of color feel less isolated. Then, they asked if I would lead a support group for my colleagues, to which I responded with a resounding "no." As an ace, I'm pretty darn good at saying no.
I didn't reveal much more about myself. I didn't disclose being asexual, having dyslexia, PTSD, or fibromyalgia. No one needs to know more about me. After submitting the survey to get HR off my back, I was disgusted that it wasn't anonymous.
A few days later, I'm meeting with a leadership person and hearing...
"boys, ick!"
I disagree. People of both genders are cool. I'm equal opportunity in my dis-arousal. I turn everyone down; men, women, trans, everyone.
Sex? What is the point?
It's the slimey mess that kills it for me. It's just not anything that I'm interested in. For my entire life, I've missed sexual cues because it is not something I think about. People had to tell me overtly that they wanted me, or I'd never understand. Sexual desire is something I don't truly know anything about. In the past, I had to hypnotize myself to tolerate sex with someone I had known for over twenty years as a close friend. In that instance, another guy I had known incredibly well for several decades figured out the hypnotic command, and I had to nix that whole hypnosis mess.
Truth be told, without sex, I have so much time to do all sorts of other interesting things in my life.
It seems that other people have a problem with my sexuality. I've had doctors try to prescribe different types of hormones to cure me. Why? I come from a long line of prudes, female Pentecostal ministers, war widows, and cat ladies.
Maybe this is how it is supposed to be?
Perhaps my issue has only been freaking out people in power following the 1960's sexual revolution?
I can tell you that asexuality comes in handy from time to time. There was that one time a Republican politician wanted dirty pictures of me. That wasn't going to happen. There was nothing he could pay a gigolo or hooker to offer me to pique my curiosity. My former spouse knew that I could never cheat on him; despite this, he stalked me incessantly. (I'll never understand.)
Passion—I have enough of that to spare. Just ask the Republican asshats who became famous after I called in a favor from a reporter. How dare they think they can solve homelessness by stealing tents and documents needed for them to work? I offered to help them get these souls off the streets in a life-affirming way. I offered to help them look at issues in the housing code. I thought they'd listen because Republicans say they are pro-life.
They refused.
Oh well, the Republicans refused to take a grown-up look at the issue and it has gotten much worse. Now we are taking in the homeless from numerous other countries and have no way to help our own.
I digress...
I am not broken. My sexuality just makes me harder to control. Besides, my sexuality really shouldn't be anyone's business but my own.
I found myself singing a pretty decent rendition of Zombie today. Now, I'm a bass player so I'm pretty good in the alto ranges. My singing coach told me that I have a heck of a range but I can only hit the high notes if someone punches me in the gut -or- if I'm pissed off.
When I was a political activist, I took singing lessons so I had the skill to command attention away from asshats who tried to interrupt me. Apparently, that stuck. When I'm angry, I can project my voice.
I'm bored tonight. I just took four tests about trauma, disassociation, psychopharmacology, and attachment theory. All those topics brought me to thoughts of those babies killed in the Gaza strip.
Now, I know people are going to bitch at me for not taking Israel's side. I'm not buying it anymore. If they were attacked on October 7th, there was no call to destroy Gaza as long and as hard as they did. They are after that strip of land. for decades, they've been pushing Muslims out. Truth be told, governments have been known to stage attacks against their own people to wage coveted wars, (*cough* Reichstag *cough*). This is a genocide. People aren't buying the Warhawk bullshit anymore. Hopefully, our country is no longer bending over for Israel.
Now, I have a blog where I jokingly write about owning Djinn. If I owned Djinn (or if they owned me), I would imagine they would give me nightmares about Muslim children being dismembered in the Gaza strip.
So, I asked AI to write me lyrics about it. AI is weird.
This is what I got.....
Version 1: Demons of Chaos
Verse 1:
Demons rise from depths of hell,
Spreading fear, bodies fell.
Warriors** fight in blood-soaked land,
Sons and daughters, hand in hand.
Chorus:
In the name of faith, they wage,
Holy wars, on history's page.
Verse 2:
Genocide, a tale of hate,
Children lost to twisted fate.
Politics and power collide,
Leave a trail of tears worldwide.
Chorus:
In the name of faith, they wage,
Holy wars, on history's page.
Bridge:
Gaza burning, people cry,
Underneath the blood-red sky.
Isreal, the battleground sears,
Hearts are heavy with their fears.
Chorus (repeated):
In the name of faith, they wage,
Holy wars, on history's page.
Outro:
The demons of chaos still reign,
Till we break this cycle of pain.
** I don't like this - there are no warriors in this bs war - just cowards killing innocents.
Version Two
Verse 1:
Demons rise from depths of hell,
Leaving echoes of their wretched spell.
Warriors** clash in blood-soaked sand,
Fighting for a broken land.
Chorus:
In the name of faith, they wage,
Carving destruction on history's stage.
Genocide, a tale of sorrow,
Hopelessness lingers, no tomorrow.
Politics and power intertwine,
Leaving broken souls behind.
Chorus:
In the name of faith, they wage,
Lost in the turmoil of humanity's rage.
Bridge:
Gaza burning, the people mourn,
In the wake of a world torn.
Israel, a place of strife,
Burdened by the cost of life.
Chorus (repeated):
In the name of faith, they wage,
But can we ever turn the page?
Outro:
The demons of chaos hold their grip,
But in unity, we find our ship.
**Warrior is hardly the word I'd use for terrorists and countries with land-greed.
Version 3
(Verse 1)
In the shadows of the night
Where the demons come to fight
Bathed in darkness, filled with rage
Holy war, they will engage
(Pre-Chorus)
Angels clash, the earth trembles
In the midst of chaos, we assemble
Light and dark collide as one
The battle has only just begun
(Chorus)
Demonic, holy war
Genocide, what's it all for?
In the echoes of the night
Who will emerge, who'll win the fight?
(Verse 2)
Blood-soaked fields, bodies lie
As the heavens cry, the earth sighs
Swords clashing, screams pierce the air
A battlefield of despair
(Pre-Chorus)
Angels fall, demons rise
In the ashes of the skies
Good and evil intertwine
In this war that's not defined
(Chorus)
Demonic, holy war
Genocide, what's it all for?
In the echoes of the night
Who will emerge, who'll win the fight?
(Bridge)
In the midst of all the pain
Can we find a way to break the chain?
To rise above the hate and fear
And make the world a place more clear
(Chorus)
Demonic, holy war
Genocide, what's it all for?
In the echoes of the night
Who will emerge, who'll win the fight?
(Outro)
As the dust begins to settle
One side's victory, the other's mettle
But in the end, we must realize
Unity will be our ultimate prize
I don't know...... none of this fits what is in my head.
When I used to write songs, I'd dream of them. There is no way in heck I'd record anything AI spits out.
Let me try to get some music and post it and then I'll try to fall asleep and see what I can come up with. I've got a convention to attend tomorrow.
Be back soon.
Well....I'm back....
AI sucks with lyrics and musical composition; computers don't seem to understand angry, brooding, minor keys and wanting to curse political asshats who want to kill innocents. Too much of what AI came up with was happy and bright.
Yeah, that would possibly work if one were writing a promotional song for Lockheed Martin or Raytheon Tech.
You know I'm depressed when I am in love with D# minor. Right now, I need to figure out who has my synth or buy new strings for my acoustic guitar.
