Identified as a trouble maker by the authorities since childhood, and resolved to live up to the description, Charles Carreon soon discovered that mischief is most effectively fomented through speech. Having mastered the art of flinging verbal pipe-bombs and molotov cocktails at an early age, he refined his skills by writing legal briefs and journalistic exposes, while developing a poetic style that meandered from the lyrical to the political. Journey with him into the dark caves of the human experience, illuminated by the torch of an outraged sense of injustice.
Well it’s two-thousand seven Feelin’ pretty far from heaven Unable to rise Above the debate Degenerating into Senseless Hate
Lily-livered preachers And Southern Belles Shack up together in Baghdad hotels They schlep salvation in their private hells Built by Halliburton Cause the sacred sells
Now listen God Almighty Got some questions for you Why do the KKK love ya And the Jews do to? Is banking always sacred? Isn’t oil, too? Are you in it for the money? Are you cut in, too?
I read an expose on you It told me what you’re trying to do It told me who you’ve bought And who you’ve sold The deals you cut in the Age of Gold
And I ain’t hatin’ Satan, He didn’t do anything wrong He was put up to it Set up Taken down Like Saddam.
Why do you bless the virtuous hypocrite Give ‘em wealth and all the rest of it Leave little children dying Mothers crying Planet burning Species dying
And I ain’t hatin’ Satan, He didn’t do anything wrong He was put up to it Set up Taken down Like Saddam.
If you can’t control your creations, If justice doesn’t exist, Then wherefore are you God Almighty What type of game is this?
And I ain’t hatin’ Satan, He didn’t do anything wrong He was put up to it Set up Taken down Like Saddam.
Machines are the slaves Of the modern day, No need for men to labor At a poor man’s pay Microchips used to make me Feel all right They powered my iPod And the tunes were tight Then one day there came a money crunch And a Chinese robot ate my lunch
And I became a Luddite Overnight!
I used to carry my guitar In a gunny sack Go to Circle K For a midnight snack Hot dogs, pudding pops Were really cool I ate that shit Like a fuckin’ fool Then the doc said I had colon cancer In a New York minute I had the answer
And I became a Luddite Overnight!
I used to have a girlfriend Her name was Rita Then I got a computer And I ceased to meet her All night deep in Internet Seein’ silicone chicks Havin’ cybersex Then one day I got my credit card bill And I was a Jack without a Jill
Well who is Ricky Ricardo? The plastic Latino Married Lucille Ball And played Cubano In a Music Hall.
Lucy! Lucy! I don’t love you Not because of all the things you do They say you’re funny But I know you’re not Lucy Lucy I think you’re hot.
Your buddy Ethel is a laugh and a half But I think you’ve Got an incredible ass Let’s get Ricky outta the way I’m four years old And it’s time to play
Lucy! Lucy! I don’t love you Not because of all the things you do They say you’re funny But I know you’re not Lucy Lucy I think you’re hot.
Hollywood is an incredible place You’re like a clown with Makeup on your face You’re like a bird Lookin’ weird and proud You make my uncles laugh out loud.
Lucy! Lucy! I don’t love you Not because of all the things you do They say you’re funny But I know you’re not Lucy Lucy I think you’re hot.
I don’t love Lucy No, no, no She isn’t funny Let me go Stuck in the living room She makes me twitch Now where the hell do I feel that itch?
Lucy! Lucy! I don’t love you Not because of all the things you do They say you’re funny But I know you’re not Lucy Lucy I think you’re hot. Lucy Lucy I think you’re hot.
IT'S GONNA GET WORSE (BEFORE IT GETS BETTER), by Charles Carreon
Well the flood came down Took the house away Wouldn’t you know That the porch would stay On that beat up couch With the cigarette burns I can just sit here While the world turns
And it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better I heard the guv’mnt lady say Before she drove away In her guv’mnt car She was a real go-getter But she never came back this way I hope the neighbors didn’t catch her
Well eventually they brought some trailers in Of formaldehyde, plastic and tin I moved indoors one summer day Now they wanna take it all away I signed all the forms And said what can I do? They said maybe you can stay A month or two
But it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better Money doesn’t grow on trees And people aren’t honeybees Yeah it always gets worse Before it gets better That’s what they always say Forever and a day
Like Napoleon said at Waterloo When the story’s wrote Then you’re through You can bitch and moan You can cry and weep Sign a gov’mnt loan Get a repayment sheet
But it always gets worse And it rarely gets better There’s a bigger force in play I heard that preacher say Before they burned his church And the weather got wetter There’s always hell to pay At least ‘till judgment day ‘Cause it’s gonna get worse Before it gets better So I take five shots a day And now you’ll hear me say It was worse But now it's gotten better
If your life is plagued with discord, and you can't get out of bed, If you're hungover with sadness and wish that you were dead, If you've got a forty-five pointed up against your head, Then you might as well become a Buddhist And save a little lead.
Well if you dig the Mahayana You don't have to cut your hair And if you chant a little now You'll have nothing to fear When death comes strolling down the aisle And extends his hand to you, You'll say "my ticket's paid today, So what more can I do?"
The Dharma's just for losers At least that's what the Siddha said When he rolled the final snake eyes With the eyeballs from his head And dakinis started cackling Like buzzards in the sky Then he clicked his heels And grabbed his chick And flew away on high.
It's Tantra, baby, on the hoof Too hot to try to sell, And if you don't believe me We'll discuss it all in hell. The family is twisted, That's known around these parts, The men will steal your car While the women break your heart.
The crossing signs are switched up All around this place, When you play it, it's a Joker, Though you swore you drew an Ace, And the hit men play with apple pies The girls are made of stone And every word that flies about Is sure to break a bone.
The guides have all gone crazy In this place where travel's free, There's nothing more amazing Than to see one in a tree, Laughing like a psycho With his head inside a box You'd swear he'd never heard That little kids get chicken pox.
It's Tantra, baby, grab a bite And hang on to your hat, We'll feed you magic potions And lay you on a mat, We'll dance around you wildly With flowers in our hair And when you wake in our place You are a billionaire.
When I was a little boy On my daddy's knee He told me we were livin' In a democracy
Then I went off to high school And took a civics class They said the three-party system Kicked socialism's ass
Now I'm paying taxes And voting like I should Won't somebody tell me Why it don't do no good
We got a nut in the White House Who thinks he's Jesus Christ He thinks he died already And this is paradise
Well you can call up the Congress But it don't do no good They're totally useless Like a gun made of wood
So I went to the courthouse And the Chief Justice said That the Bill of Rights Was officially dead.
Well I went to the preacher I said this cannot be He said son do not say that It's perilous, you see
He said you see that statue It's got a hidden bug It's not the good Lord watchin' The hawk has killed the dove
I said is nothing sacred? He said not that I know So I took my donation And said I had to go
Next I went to the doctor I said what's going on? Has everyone gone crazy? Don't tell me nothing's wrong
He said I ran all the tests The results are sure Everyone's stone deaf And there is just no cure
So I went to the banker Said what's the price of gold? He said we don't stock that It's under central control
But if you want some credit I'll give it to you cheap And then he smiled like the devil Gave me the terminal creeps
So I went to the girl Who walks the neighborhood streets She said don't bother asking I'm all out of treats
I said you must be kidding At least you could be real She said I'm giving up now There's nothing left to steal
So I went to the airport To get a ticket to fly They said hey no way man He's on the list, all right
They called security quickly They put me in this can And now I'm so glad to see you We need to make a plan
Yeah but don't let 'em hear you Here, just give me your hand When night-time comes we'll make some plans When the guard's asleep we'll make some plans.
LET'S GO BACK TO THE DAYS OF DIALUP, by Charles Carreon
I grew up without the Internet And I ain’t never found a use for it yet Yep, a horse and buggy is good enough For a person who needs to move their stuff
Yeah, let’s go back to the days of dialup We’ll get all the citizens riled up Remembering about the good old days, Good enough for me is the way it should stay.
When I get a look at that Internet porn It makes me wanna blow my horn It’s mighty hard to look the other way When every pretty face just wants to play
So let’s go back to the days of dialup The folks around here are all riled up It wasn’t this way in the good old days So let’s turn back the clock and quit the rat race
Yeah they’re all wrapped up in this fiber net Never seen no good from it yet Too many bills already to pay What’s a poor local fellow to say?
But let’s go back to the days of dialup Me and my friends are all riled up You don’t need nothing we don’t understand And we all agree it was a terrible plan
They say there ain’t no solution, we can’t fix nothin’ Can’t fire nobody or get an answer to a question They must think we’re stupid or just don’t care How much we pay for light and air
So let’s go back to the days of dialup All say “aye” and stand up Don’t have to understand when you know what you’re doin’ And I’m pretty darned sure it’s not myself I’m screwin’
We’re headed back to the days of dialup Better get used to sayin’ “giddy-up,” ’Cause the past was fast, but the future will be slower. You can honk your horn, but we won’t pull over.
On a streetcorner in history There’s a lonely figure standing His hands shoved in his pockets His face uncomprehending
What’s going on inside that head With eyes in hollow sockets He loads himself with anger And takes off like a rocket
Now history will know his name In infamy, he’ll take the blame He’s locked and loaded, target set, And smokes a final cigarette
He’s a lone madman Takin’ matters into his own hands He pulls the trigger Others fire Like a bunny caught in razor wire He’s a lone madman Part of someone else’s plan A sacrificial effigy To hijack human destiny
He’s small of stature, Large of heart Determined he will play his part His mind is like a pistol grip To those who know to seize on it
Maneuvered into place with care Convinced to do what none would dare He’s handled like a dumb device That will do the job and pay the price
Now history will know his name Who cares if he is called insane His eyes are fixed, his jaw is set A human shark in a wire net
He’s a lone madman Takin’ matters into his own hands He pulls the trigger Others fire Like a bunny caught in razor wire He’s a lone madman Part of someone else’s plan A sacrificial effigy To hijack human destiny
Who set him up? Who took him down? Who’s headed for another town? With his knock-down rifle And expense account? So much cash he doesn’t need to count? Who calls the shots? Who makes the plans? Who picks the targets That must bleed Who teaches the assassin’s creed
To lone madmen In Dallas, Athens, Salvador Who feeds their madness more and more He builds the bomb They light the fuse As it ignites they’re consumed Another lone madman Who didn’t have a plan Just a sacrificial effigy To hijack human destiny
Another lone madman He didn't have a plan Just a sacrificial effigy To hijack human history
I was a young kid out of high school Way too soon She was a willow-wand Blonde as the sun The world was a hot place With water here and there The shade of the cool trees Was always where We would love With the innocence of childhood, With an angelic grace We would love Away all the hours that we could take We would love Like innocent flowers In eternal embrace It's time for love So throw off the chains, Don't be afraid to say
The kids come along then And love fills the room Her heart is open to every little wound She feels what they suffer, She makes it her own pain, And the only reward she asks Is to do it all again
Out of love with an innocence of childhood with an angelic grace It's just love She has in abundance It shows in her face A mother's love Is the one sure thing You'll take from this place A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love
You can buy her a card, son, Or any little thing Just one thing you must not Forget to bring Your innocent smile now, Your loving face That's the only treasure That can't be replaced She needs love 'Cause she has given all She had to you Wants your love There's no other thing That you have to do You need to give To the one who gave to you A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love A mother's love
Don't buy her a card, son, That's not quite the thing Unless it's got love, son, No joy can it bring Bring her a flower A kindly word Ease her hours as she fades Into the waning of the day
Yeah, I'm just an old guy But I know what I say A mother's love will not fade away No her love Will not fade Not today, not tomorrow, Not any other day A mother's love lasts forever Until that happy day When she finds her own mother In that perfect Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day Mother's Day
dedicated to Gary Webb, Judy Barry, Danny Casolaro, and all the other victims of dirty wars against not only human freedom, but basic dignity.
Multiple gunshot suicides, Too many goddamn of them. Multiple gunshot suicides, What do you think about them?
Two bullets to the head, That muthafucka’s dead. You can tuck him in one last time He obviously wasn’t fine, He’s a multiple gunshot suicide When the sirens roll, He’ll take his long, last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’ I don’t know nothin’, But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to take him for his long, last ride, You can write his name in the record books, But look away now friend, No long last looks. He’s a multiple gunshot suicide Time to bury his name with his shame He knew he was playin’ a dangerous game, So when the sirens roll, He’ll take his long last ride To the undertaker’s vault, Well it’s nobody’s fault. He got mixed up in somethin’. I don’t know nothin’ But it ain’t nobody’s fault Anymore.
Well life can put some boulders In a young man’s way, No sex, no money, no nothin’ funny, That’s what they seem to say.
When all roads lead to Paradise And a credit card for a key There’s Playboy bunnies and Christmas money, And nothin’ left to see.
Well a young man craves some action, Can’t find none on the streets, And when you’re out of high school There’s no place to park your feet.
“Till one day on the streets There comes by in a pimpin’ ride A man with a plan And a gun in his hand, Says boy, won’t ya’ come with me.
He's a military man He's extending his hand He wants to take you for a ride In his long black car. He's the murder czar.
His path is always secret, ‘Cause need-to-know’s the game. He’s got your DNA code, And won't give you his name.
If you serve some time on the pipeline All this could be yours, son, With a wink and a clink And a flash of pink, It’s all he needs to say.
He's a military man He's extending his hand He wants to take you for a ride In his long black car. He's the murder czar.
“Just give me the pen,” You say with a grin, You think you’ve got some play. If you’d watched real close You’d a seen like a ghost As your freedom slipped away.
Now the bombs are falling And the devil’s calling And he’s got your number today. You’re sure it’s over Then you live to suffer One more fucking day.
You’re a military man You took that fucker’s hand You let him take you for a ride In his long black car. You knew damn well He was the murder czar.