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The Trump Chronicles EP

by The Dowling Poole

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1.
Mmm….mm..mm.m…mm..mm.mmm.mm Black smoke, the chimneys choking and the TV growls, It’s all but broken This closed space, is almost taken up but we don’t mind No one breaks it up The points conceded – We’ve a little bit less than needed But all in all the roof is sound the walls still hold a tune And we’re happy where we are Until the stars ignite the oceans and the earth is a glow You can try your best to move us on but we won’t go And you can’t say fairer than that No you can’t say fairer than that And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows Be clear and fearless Black heart, Midas fingers and he strides the world with a smell that lingers And he won’t back down and he won’t be broken And he’ll shut your mouth – if you’re outspoken And he won’t come to discuss He’ll shoot you from a distance with a blunderbuss And all the while the country gents discreetly turn away While the odds are stacked against us see the Policemen hidden in the sand dunes (ah ah ah ah) You bought protection for your pitch and putt Who show the diggers to the backyards dig it up You should know better than that Yes you should know better than that And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows In twilight, does nobody see you at all? Does nobody see you at all? Empires, buildings and acquisitions With your goons for hire and your paid permissions Oh we won’t back down to your cold ambition Though we can’t compete with your ammunition You’re a big, bad, bowl of wrong So take it on the chin son and move along For while the roof is good and strong the walls will hold this tune Though you lie when your denied you know You should know better than that Yes you should know better than that And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down) They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down) They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
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Get a message to the box men Sick of hearing these lies Tell ‘em make them in the millions Best say I’m a medium size Smile like a toothache, spitting in the wedding cake In a grimace you imagine means power Picture for your bedside, taken in a landslide Give you comfort in your very last hour Give you comfort in your very last hour Somebody taught you take no prisoners Somebody made you cruel Your fire ignites – More heat than there’s light But you never run out of fuel Soul searching is out of the question So who will you answer to? Can you taste that flavour Like a relic from the past Everybody on their feet now Pin your colours to the relevant mast Sell a promise on a long-term future When you lay your draconian law We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges From the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall From the wall Somebody broke into your gene pool Robbed you of empathy You speak like a child who’s un-reconciled When there’s anyone disagrees Soul searching is out of the question So who will you answer to? Make a little dysfunction With a goodly brain Take a message to your masters Tell ‘em all how everythings gonna change See the sickness coming to the surface Looking back upon a glorious past Dismiss - this never existed Looking for an enemy, stepping on the gas We’ll be coming at you hard and fast With the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall From the wall Was there someone let you down? And the futures not what it used to be Was there someone let you down, down, down? So get a message to the box men Sick of hearing these lies Tell ‘em make them in the millions Best say I’m a medium size Sell a promise on a long-term future When you’re laying your draconian law We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges From the bricks that we pull from the wall We’ll be there - we’ll be building bridges With the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall With the bricks that we pull from the wall From the wall
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I swear when I tell you this news isn’t fake The president has a proposal to make. He looks overseas to the green grass and trees For an equal with whom he can share his beliefs. In South West 1A And then he wonders: “What if she doesn’t like my cool tan? I don’t think I can take rejection” You can’t get by with your head in the sky Gotta make this work, You gotta make this work Y’know you can’t get by knowing you’re gonna die With no-one by your side So getcha self a bride The love and the control of a hand in marriage made in heaven. He’s casing the joint as he plans his first move Before you know it he’s locked into the groove. He turns on the charm as he amps up the chat “You grab the golf-club and I’ll grab your cat” And here’s what she said: (Oh yeah) “I want to tell you, I’ve been out, got myself a new hat And a baseball bat crack it down on the democrat” You can’t get by with your head in the sky Gotta make this work, You gotta make this work Y’know you can’t get by knowing you’re gonna die “I need you by my side, Together unified, We’re carving out our future as our married bliss is made in heaven” “And then we fell in love” “I can’t get by with my head in the sky Gonna make this work, Gonna make this work Y’know I can’t get by knowing I’m gonna die Together with my bride, We’ll nuke the other side” MADE IN HEAVEN (continued) We can’t get by knowing we never tried We gotta turn the tide against the certifiable I can’t sit by while you brushing aside these atrocities with a gentle sigh Y’know we can’t get by with our heads in the sky Gotta make this work, We gotta make this work Y’know we can’t get by knowing we’re gonna die So raise a final toast and smoke a cigarette And wave ‘goodbye’ as we all set sail to a myth called ‘heaven’.
4.
Welcome back – We’ve been waiting on a maniac You look a little insomniac And now you’re going to peel the years right back Peel the years right back Well you should have been a soldier – you were ready for a fight But you throw your punches on the page – safely out o sight The best of educations in the good old fashioned way Tell ‘em what they need don’t let the facts get in the way You might say that its all institutional And I’m a little over tired and emotional Some day you may be all held accountable Dehumanise propagandise and history repeats And history repeats – And history repeats One day a rain will come and wash the scum right off the streets Like every psychopath you have no grasp of empathy My oh my – What a criminal twisted lie Your fooling half the people all the time There’s even less to you than meets the eye You’re over amplified And nothing really changes maybe better the devil you know But they’re slowly creeping in on the right and they’re ready to steal the show They raise a flag they claim to won and shed a noble tear They spark the fire crawl under the wire and swiftly disappear One day a rain will come and wash the scum right off the streets Like every psychopath you have no grasp of empathy Defend the status quo you know it must not be defeated And to protect yourself you try to keep the stupid, stupid You try to keep the stupid, stupid You try to keep the stupid, stupid
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For all of the fire-bellied meatheads who think with their pricks as a matter of pride – Fuck you goodbye For those who profess that the market knows best then escape in the blink of an eye – Fuck you goodbye The closing bell chimes and a snowstorm of paper falls useless and empty Reduced to the core of the lie – Fuck you goodbye To those who suppose that their privilege makes them for valuable than you or I – Well fuck you goodbye To those who use fear like a hammer descending to silence the questioning mind – Fuck you goodbye The windows are thick with the filth of confusion A glimpse of the sunshine dismissed as a trick of the light So fuck you goodbye And they tell us that we’ll be ok If we’d only keep out of their way Yes we’ll be OK When we’re rid of them And here’s to the fools and their feeble impotence The idiots like you and I ‘cos we don’t even try While the keepers of secrets will suck away reason with disinformation ‘Til most of us simply comply Well fuck you goodbye All of you war makers, hyena risk takers pissing down from up on high The lobbyist greasers – The “get me a piece”-ers with fingers and thumbs in the pie Collateral damage-ists, carnage apologists Screaming an eye for an eye The one percent wealth who can live with themselves While the weak are left hung out to dry Well fuck you goodbye

about

To mark a welcome end to an era The Dowling Poole are releasing a five track EP of downloadable tracks. As the title suggests, The Trump Chronicles are all songs on the subject of the idiot tyrant Donald Trump, that stretch from a time predating Trump’s initial run for President, right up until today. All five tracks for just £1.

1) Empires Buildings & Acquisitions (Bleak Strategies 2014)

A song about Trump’s underhand tactics and the bullying campaign he employed to force people from their homes that were on land he wanted for his golf course in Balmedie, Aberdeenshire in Scotland. The song was written after seeing Antony Baxter’s brilliant and revealing 2011 documentary, You’ve Been Trumped.

2) Bricks From the Wall (digital only 2016 – new remix 2021)

A song written shortly after Trump became president. Already demonstrating a sociopathic and authoritarian approach in all areas of policy, this song is about his ultimately failed attempt to build a wall between Mexico and the USA and his appalling treatment of immigrants generally, including separating children from their families and keeping them in cages.

3) Made In Heaven (See You See Me 2020)

A song about the ugly way British politicians cosied up to Trump during his early tenure, setting a pattern for Britain’s own dalliance with populist politics which continues to this day.

4) Keeping The Stupid Stupid (See You See Me 2020)

A song about how easily people are manipulated by being bombarded with distortions and lies from Trump and his powerful media enablers, in particular, Fox News. Between them, they opened a Pandora’s Box of problems that will affect the USA and the rest of the world for years to come.

5) Fuck You, Goodbye (digital only 2016 - 2021)

A song that wishes for a permanent end to Trump and all the would-be Trump’s all over the world, hoping that their shallow populist lies and narcissistic authoritarianism will ultimately be their undoing.

We know some of your might have these songs already, but please share tracks and links with your American friends.

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released January 20, 2021

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