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A. Dream

by Scott Simpson

Get WOKE-- this ain't no dream... it's a nightmare!
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap: Political Rap
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1. A. Dream
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2. The Fifty-One Percent
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3. Mitak' Oyasin
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4. I'll Never Stop
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5. Alone
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6. She Forgets Sometimes
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7. Take My Heart
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8. Trumpfunk
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9. Eagle
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10. Dreams
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
A. Dream

At the end of a year in which our current US administration has done little more than name-call and bully, demean and deny, undo any positive policy by which it feels threatened, and implement whatever might benefit its personal status while claiming the opposite— a year in which our administration’s worst advocates on the world stage were its own mouth, twitter feed and unqualified surrogates, a year in which many seemingly ethical elected officials shifted from denouncing bigotry, misogyny, xenophobia and white nationalism to ignoring, enabling, or accepting them, a year in which many officials appeared oblivious to the threats of an electoral process jeopardized by foreign entities and tweets that set us on the brink of nuclear conflict, a year in which many of our brightest and hardest-working young people suffered the threat of deportation while the administration remained obsessed with an expensive 5th century B.C. solution to a 21st century A.D. immigration challenge, a year in which conservation shifted to exploitation and science was portrayed as mere opinion, and more than 2000 documented lies were offered to the world by the elected leader of the US…

…we also stand at the beginning of a year of mid-term elections.

A. Dream marks a year that we MUST not see as our “new normal” and calls us to energetic, just and compassionate action in 2018.

“Get woke. This ain’t no dream… it’s a nightmare.”

--January 2018, Scott Simpson


01: A. Dream

January twenty, the nightmare began
The seeds of destruction just waiting for a hand
To cast them out—not a great big hand
Just one on a man who could stand in the curtains and

Toss red meat to his Alt Right peeps who were
Lookin’ ...for some Fatherland or a slight of hand
From a backwards, armband, reprimand
Of every stand that was taken by the man in the

Office before him—
They’re gonna Louis Lamoure him,
Gonna Viet Nam war him…
Anything-good-that-was-done-before him
Is gonna be ripped from the core, then

The corporations sucking up the gravy will adore him—
As this fake-news, breakthrough, debuts his snake-moves.

And how about the words you spewed in the campaign?
Inhumane as acid rain…
Making light of the pain you’ve left in your wake
Like Champaign and no emergency brake, or making

Capital Gains on a cholera outbreak...
You can’t hide sewage with a handful of Tic Tacs
Or play Casanova with pussy-grab attacks
Try to hide it, override it like every time you even tried it

She lied—it wasn’t you, it’s all a lie, a sigh, a spy who must’ve
Faked a dossier or leaked some hearsay…
It couldn’t be the women’s accusations— your

Qualifications set you far above the allegations,
Destract ‘em with some deportations ‘til you run out
The Statute Of Limitations…

Where is the love? Where is the honesty?
Where is the hope that used to be?
Where? Where has it gone?

Call em names-- crooked, cryin', liddle, lyin'
Rocket man and Pocahontas
while you stand there looking jaundiced,
Laugh, then wash your hands like Pontius...

Call collusion an illusion-- a fusion
You gotta get some kinda truth infusion
cause a lie on a lie on a lie on a lie
only sticks an inch-long needle in everybody's eye

Surround yourself with Bannon, Kushner, Flynn
Ivanka, Sarah, Steven Miller, Kelly Anne...
Its like a swimmin' pool full of bathtub gin--
No "swamp" just a cesspool full of lyin' grins

Get your justice from your puppet Sessions
To cover all those indisgressions--
EPA, Education, Interior, State Department,
Shrinking government for your own enlargement...

Get woke— this ain’t no dream, it’s a nightmare.
Get woke— this ain’t no dream, it’s a nightmare.
Get woke— this ain’t no dream, it’s a nightmare.
Get woke— this ain’t no dream, it’s a nightmare.

(Repeat to end)



02: The Fifty-One Percent

From Birmingham on up to DC
Across the middle and from sea to shining sea
It’s rising—just watch and see

May be tough for you to understand
That’s why I’m splainin’ to you man to man to man
C’mon fellas, take a knee...

Your private plumbing don’t buy you a public pass
Don’t matter if the man in charge is both pachyderm and jackass
Any preacher, judge or politician is as slimy as a week old bass
If he relegates the 51 percent to second class.

I don’t care what you hang from your ball hitch
I don’t care where you spit or scratch your itch
We ain’t talkin’ bout mere etiquette.

This is more than fixin’ a sexist snub
This is pullin’ down the pillars of the Ol’ Boys Club
You best watch you head—you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!

Your private plumbing don’t buy you a public pass
Don’t matter if the man in charge is both pachyderm and jackass
Any preacher, judge or politician is as slimy as a week old bass
If he relegates the 51 percent to second class.

(Instrumental)

Your private plumbing don’t buy you a public pass
Don’t matter if the man in charge is both pachyderm and jackass
Any preacher, judge or politician is as slimy as a week old bass
If he relegates the 51 percent to second class.
Your private plumbing don’t buy you a public pass
Don’t matter if the man in charge is both pachyderm and jackass
Any preacher, judge or politician is as slimy as a week old bass
If he relegates the 51 percent to second class.


03: Mitak’ Oyasin

On the prairie— on the Great Plains
Before the highways and the long coal trains
Lived a people, with a kinship
Grandfather put them on this land in friendship
All family, blood through the veins
Of the people and the nations and the grasses and the rains
No “wilderness,” no fear...
Those indigenous nations still living right here—

Still livin’ right here
Still livin’ right here
Still livin’ right here
Still livin’ right here

A hundred policies made, tried to take em
A hundred treaties signed, just to break em
They stand together for the sake of the water
All the seventh generation grandsons and granddaughters
It can seem lonely—but they’re not alone
Singing prayers for the spirits of the ones who passed on
Open your eyes to the beauty you’re crossing
Learn how to walk in Mitak’ Oyasin.

Mitak’ Oyasin
Mitak’ Oyasin
Mitakuye Oyasin
Mitak’ Oyasin


04: I’ll Never Stop

Some friends are the marrying kind
Some loves are a forever sign
And a promise of unending joy.
I stumbled like a clumsy kid
Looking for treasure, and there it was, hid
In you...unending joy.

Shut the windows, lock the door
See the dark clouds—in they roll...
You and I are safe and warm
Making music of the angry storm.
Start the pickup, load up the pups
We’ll find a trail that takes us up and up and up...
Catch a vision on the mountaintop—
Aspen dancin’ like they’ll never stop
Never stop...
I’ll never stop loving you.

Some days we dress our wounds
Some nights are a tangled loom
Of restless dreams...restless dreams.
It’s been a long unpredictable road
But you and I, we packed a truckload
Of shared hopefulness and restless dreams.

Shut the windows, lock the door
See the dark clouds—in they roll
You and I are safe and warm
Making music of the angry storm.
Start the pickup, load up the pups
We’ll find a trail that takes us up and up and up...
Catch a vision on the mountaintop—
Aspen dancin’ like they’ll never stop
Never stop...
I’ll never stop loving you.
Shut the windows, lock the door
See the dark clouds—in they roll
You and I are safe and warm
Making music of the angry storm.
Start the pickup, load up the pups
We’ll find a trail that takes us up and up and up...
Catch a vision on the mountaintop—
Aspen dancin’ like they’ll never stop
Never stop...
I’ll never stop loving you. 


05: Alone

He was alone, he was alone.
She was alone, she was alone…

And we’re born, and...
And we’re born, and...
And we’re born, and we don’t know nothin’…

Gotta find a face, gotta find a place…
Gotta find a heart, gotta find a hand…

He was alone, he was alone.
She was alone, she was alone….



06: She Forgets Sometimes

She forgets sometimes
All the notes and pickup lines
Designed to win her heart
A million right from the start
She forgets sometimes
How she launched a thousand ships
Her name on every guy’s lips
Even the shy boys found the heart to take the risk...
But she forgets sometimes
If she finds another line
If the size is not quite right
Or if the snapshots never seem to catch her in the right light

She forgets sometimes
How I wrote her rhymes
How I chased her car
And why I went so far
Just to win her love
Beyond, between and above
And there’s no golden past
To shine as bright or hold as fast
As what we have at last.

She forgets sometimes
How beauty deepens like good wine
How true love teaches us to see
That every season adds another line— another line of poetry
But she forgets sometimes...
‘Cause we move a little slower at dawn
And the radio doesn’t play our favorite songs... anymore
And short is long and weak is strong and right is wrong...
She forgets sometimes
How many heads she’s turned
And how the one who finally learned
The way to have and hold
Unlocked the prize of growing old
With her...

There’s an old shoebox down in our garage
Full of notes and pictures about a girl I used to know
She was a beauty, true, I gave my best and won
But she doesn’t hold a candle to the woman she’s become...

She forgets sometimes
I still write her rhymes
I watch the driveway for her car
When she’s been all day out working hard...
Our house is filled with love
Beyond, between and above
And there’s no golden past
To shine as bright or hold as fast
As what we have at last.

May these lines and this old guitar
Help you remember...
How beautiful you are.
May these lines and this old guitar
Help you remember...
How beautiful you are.


07: Trump Funk

Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!

Got a megaphone in my hand
I’m the biggest-league influence in the land
Im the best there’s ever been, my rating-numbers
Show my fingers and my brain don’t ever slumber
Just me alone on my golden throne
Throwing White House shade like a Twitter drone
I call em names, then dot, dot, dot
I make em wait for my next big thought...

Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!

Morning trend:
take in a little Fox and Friends
It all depends
On what they say about the Dems,

Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!

Conspiracy:
Is just his starting gear, you see...
Intelligence, an over-rated
Emphasis...

Who knew what I could do
One-forty Trumps taps and I can make it come true
Then my cabinet crew, they better push it on through
Cause anything else we’re gonna call fake news.
When I unleash my massive Twitter storm
You can watch the dems and pundits swarm
To try and figure out next, what I might say...
About the Rocket Man or Covfefe.

Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet— huh!
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet a little, cheat a little
Jump... Trump Funk
gotta tweet!



08: Take My Heart

Take my heart and hold it tight
When the shadows steal my sight.
Take my hand, like a childhood friend
We’ll climb the hill as the night descends.
Take my feet where e’re you’d run,
Across the moon, beyond the sun.
Take my head, so full of dread;
Give me a dream of you instead...

Take my eyes, they’re open wide;
You’ve shown me there’s no place to hide
Take my ears with whispered tones;
Plant your secrets in my bones.
Take my chin and lift it up
From this ancient, lonely cup.
Take my mouth and help it to sing
This song of love and healing.



09: Eagle

(instrumental)


10: Dreams

Woke up at three am
Couldn’t get to sleep again
Damn dreams won’t leave me alone.
Don’t know just what they bode,
But after every episode
I have to relearn what it means to be home.

And dreams may come like a friend
But dreams don’t care about you in the end
Cause dreams give life to possibility
But these dreams will be the death of me.

I saw a vision of my birth
Seemed like the smallest thing on earth
Until love lifted me to look into her face
I had an image of my future
But fate is fickle— you can’t choose her
Acceptance is my saving grace.

And dreams may come like a friend
But dreams don’t care about you in the end
Cause dreams give life to possibility
But dreams don’t always show the best of me.

They say the dreamers will be gone
Once the realists can move on
And make the planet follow all their rules.
But it never made sense to me
How random every fence can be
How perfect angles can construct a ship of fools.

(Instrumental)

And dreams may come like a friend
But dreams don’t care about you in the end
Cause dreams give life to possibility
And dreams cross boundaries toward the rest of me.

And dreams may come like a friend
But dreams don’t care about you in the end
Cause dreams give life to possibility

But dreams can be their own destiny.

Copyright 2018, Scott Simpson
All Rights Reserved

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