WHEN THEY TURN ON THE MACHINE

WHEN THEY TURN ON THE MACHINE
(To tune of “When They Begin the Begin,” by Cole Porter)

When they turn on the machine
They turn off truth, and stifle the candor
They turn on lies, resplendent with slander
They turn up nastiness, really mean

We’re voting once more, soon at the polls
They’re out to obscure, and cloud our selection
They’re making a farce, of our election
When they turn on the machine

The candidates speak, in eloquent phrases
Ghost written words, to capture our hearts
To them we’re each, only a cow that grazes
To fatten with praises
Then run off like tarts

To vote is so real
To not vote obscene
To live in a democracy
Where freedom, has weathered
To know that to hope and
A dream, we’re all tethered
To an ideal, pure and clean

So don’t let them turn on the machine
Tell them no
Tell them country is bigger than
Lust for some power
Tell them we’re disenchanted more
By the hour,
Vote them all out, of the scene.

They’ll know they’re talking to themselves
No one cares
We’re not hearing those promises
No one will heed them
We’re not listening anymore
We don’t need them

And never again
After they’re gone
Will they turn on,
The machine.

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg
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IN NEED OF MAGIC DRAGONS

IN NEED OF MAGIC DRAGONS
(To tune of “Puff the Magic Dragon,” by Leonard Lipton and Peter Yarrow, made popular by Yarrow’s folk group, Peter, Paul and Mary (1963)).           

President Obama
Now lives in D.C.
And Puff the Magic Dragon
Once lived in Hannah Lee

ButWashington’s a mean place
And dreamers dare not be
Where politics a game is played
Without frivolity

Where people in the While House
Hate people on the hill
And members of the Congress all
Return the same ill-will

But now it’s been three years and
The ring is there to tell
Two parties in far corners
Wait for the fighter’s bell.

Both throwing sucker punches
The low blows say it all
Knock down the eyed opponent
Though the country might just fall

Meanwhile we the people
Are trying just to live
No one’s cheering for their sport
We have no joy to give

We love our constitution
Checks, balances, give thanks
But now the checks are bouncing
And the balances fill banks

Our founders once high-minded
Were principled enough
To argue and yet compromise
On issues that were tough

Today we’ve mansy-pansies
Small men with brittle pride
Who place above the country’s good
One or the other side

 And Puff the Magic Dragon
Comes not where no one dreams
He’d not know how to frolic
In this place of selfish schemes

 But we could use his magic
Bring Puff there to D.C.
Some frolicking might help those men
See what they fail to see

Let’s summon Jackie Piper
And we’ll all meet him where
We’ll dream a bunch of dragon dreams
They’re sorely needed there

To see again as children
A world big without plots
With eyes as wide as oceans
And brains not tied in knots

Young hopeful expectations
And dreams round all the bends
And days of loved imaginings
And dragons for our friends

And maybe then in Congress
That magic would take hold
And Puff would move the people there
To dare when dreams are told

For dragons though we can’t see
Are with us still today
Close your eyes, remembering
Those endless days of play

All life is just a playground
And Congress is the same
For it’s not if you win or lose
But, how you play the game.

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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I’VE GOT MY VOTE

“I’VE GOT MY VOTE”
(To tune of “I’ve Got Rhythm” by George and Ira Gershwin)

I’ve got no job
Still I’m no slob
I’ve got my vote
Who could ask for anything more?

Got no stash in
Stocks to cash in
I’ve got my vote
Who could ask for anything more?

Those campaign ads
I don’t read ‘em
Got my freedom
To be poor

No dough for rents
No health insurance
I’ve got my vote
Who could ask for anything more?
Who could ask for anything more?

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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WHAT KIND OF COUNTRY DO YOU WANT?

WHAT KIND OF COUNTRY DO YOU WANT?
(To tune of “Over There,” by George M. Cohan)

Fund a tank
Fund a plane
Fund a bomb
For the dead, don’t complain

Kill the programs
For children hungry

Only ask yourself:
“What kind of country
Do you want?”

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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NOT FOR ME

Not For Me
(To tune of “But Not For Me,” by George and Ira Gershwin)

There making deals up there
But not for me
When someone steals up there
It’s not for me

The lobbyists all say
“Up on the hill to play
You’ve got to pay your way
Love that D.C.”

I was a fool to vote
And put them where
I thought they would promote
My interests there

But, it’s a shakedown plot
Who gives and who gets what
Up there, it’s not,
For me.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THAT’S NOT ALRIGHT WITH ME

THAT’S NOT ALRIGHT WITH ME
(To tune of “It’s Alright with Me,” by Cole Porter)

They’re the wrong gang
For a grim task
All those politicians
Wear a thin mask
And so I ask
Why the hypocrisy?
That’s not alright with me.

How they court us
And adore us
Then when we elect them
They ignore us
They’re not for us
We can’t move D.C..
That’s not alright with me

This has been a congress I’d like to forget
What strange disenchantment I feel
With Super Pac money, what they want they’ll get
And we’re all left with bitter lemons to peel

 Maybe I’m right
Maybe you’re right
Maybe we’re both wrong
And yet we all fight
But we just might,
Solve the problems we see
If we’d seek some harmony
And that’s alright
That would be alright with me.

Lyric © 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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