Musical Sunday

We haven't heard from The Parody Project for a while, but it's high time we brought back their marvelous song parodies that skewer those in need of skewering. This takeoff on Bob Dylan's 1974 classic "Shelter from the Storm" is a wonderful takedown of Der Furor and his favorite things ... 

And the lyrics ...

Could be another lifetime, one that's soiled with crud

Where harshness is a virtue and anger holds a grudge

He came in filled with bitterness, then ravaged like a storm

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

Looks like he's passed this way again, I know it seems absurd

He'll always do what best for him, and never keeps his word

In a world of peaceful protests, he'll send the heat to swarm

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

Not a lucid word is spoken; his brain is uninvolved

Every time he makes a speech the problem goes unsolved

We tried hard to envision how we could change the norm

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

We're burdened with unhappiness; our hopes did not prevail

We gathered with the masses along the campaign trail

We scattered when projectiles flew as he had police lines form

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

Remember when they turned around and he was standin' there

In front of an old sacred church with tear gas in the air 

He held a Bible high aloft, you could see his devil horns

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

He built a wall between us, democracy's the cost

He takes it all for granted, he's got his wires crossed

We shoulda known when it all began; so many tried to warn

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

Well, his lackeys do just as they're told, our anger really mounts

But nothing ever matters much, it's he alone that counts

And the windbag bigot bully, with hair like yellow corn

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

He'll never care 'bout you or me he sees himself above

And old man with a store-bought tan; we'd rather be rid of

He has no understanding and is constantly forlorn

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

In a rundown Palm Beach villa, he'd hidden all he knows

Then heightened our frustration by thwarting all the probes

They bought and sold his ignorance and got the charges shorn

Come in, he said I'll give ya tariffs, lies and scorn

Well, it feels like we're in a foreign land, afraid we're marking time

Our salvation walks a razor's edge; he'll claim that it's all fine

If we could just turn back the clock to before his base was born

We wouldn't have to live our lives with tariffs, lies and scorn

Elections are coming. When you go to the polls, remember who it was who promised big, but gave you tariffs, lies, and scorn.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo