SCIENCE IS A FAKE

SCIENCE IS A FAKE
(To the tune of “Anything Goes,” by Cole Porter)

In olden days all thought the world was flat.
When Science said “I’m sorry, that’s
a mistake.” They said
“Science is a fake.”

And Bible folks with resolution
swear Darwin and all his evolution’s
a flake, saying
“Science is a fake.”

You want to be blind today?
Close your mind today?
Say forsooth today
to the truth today?
While the facts today
get the ax today
for whose financial sake?

And so I dare to try to rhyme it.
With what we are doing to the climate
we’ll soon all bake.
But, “Science is a fake.”

Reprise

New parents forego vaccinations.
As measles is spreading ‘cross the nations.
Give me a break.   Don’t say
“Science is a fake”

You want to be blind today?
Close their mind today?
Say forsooth today
to the truth today?
While the facts today
get the ax today
for whose financial sake?

And so I dare to try to rhyme it.
With what we are doing to the climate
we’ll soon all bake.
But, “Science is a fake.”

Lyric © 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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HATE OBAMA

The Republican Party, now the majority in Congress, has pushed the same agenda as when it was in the minority. But, is hate an agenda?

HATE OBAMA
(To the tune of “Oklahoma” by Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, from the Broadway Show of the same name).

Hate Obama
is the mantra of the GOP.
“He’s a communist.”
“He’s on our list.”
For Republicans, an enemy.

Hate Obama
in the congress when he gives a speech.
‘Stead of loud applause
you’ll hear guffaws
when he says solutions are in reach.

You knew if we woo the fat cats
naturally we would loath Democrats.

And so we state: (“There’ll be)
“No intelligent debate.”
“Compromise is off the plate.”
We’re out to scuttle Obama,
for Obama we – H-A-T-E, H-A-T-E.
Obama we hate.

 

Lyric © 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE

This song was inspired by a character in Gerald Green’s wonderful novel, “The Last Angry Man,” made into a film starring Paul Muni.  Dr. Sam Abelman  is a cantankerous family doctor who remains in his slum neighborhood because he cares more about his ungrateful patients than about money or offered TV notoriety.  He calls the takers in life galoots. Among many memorable quips he says, “No one does anything for its own sake anymore.”

DO SOMETHING YOU LOVE
(To original melody)

Do something for its own sake.
Something you love.
Not for what, you can get out of it.

Do something for feeling good
Proud of yourself.
Glad to be you, because you did it.

In this mercurial world we’re riven.
Always, chasing the buck.
You never catch up.
S’ one rat-race treadmill, this life we’re livin’.
Y’ thirst for happiness, but a drop is given.
It’s time you,

Do something for its own sake.
Something you love.
Not for what, you can get out of it.

Do something for feeling good.
Proud of yourself.
Glad to be you, because you did it.

Something you love.
For its own sake
Not for a buck.
Do something you love.

© 2014 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
All rights reserved.

THAT’S WHY THE MIDDLE CLASS HAS CRAMPS – 2015

Recent articles have prophesied the death of the middle class.  If not now on its deathbed, it is certainly suffering from a severe case of the cramps.  I’ve updated my post of November 10, 2011.

THAT’S WHY THE MIDDLE CLASS HAS CRAMPS – 2015
(To tune of “That’s Why the Lady is a Tramp,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

The rich own lobbies and lobbies buy votes.
Candidate’s whinny like horses for oats.
To get elected, and ride gravy boats.
That’s why the middle class has cramps.

“Money creates jobs,” those say who play god.
“Give us your blessings, we’ll spare you the rod.”
Bankers kill hopes with a nay not a nod.
That’s why the middle class has cramps.

About that dream, a house with no debt.
Brother forget.
You’re hosed.
Foreclosed!

Our constitution our high court revamps.
That’s why the middle class has cramps.

They told you work hard and you’d achieve.
Fools who’d believe.
No joke.
We’re broke!

No funds for college or kids’ summer camps.
That’s why the middle class has cramps

Lyric © 2011, 2015 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THAT’S NOT ALRIGHT WITH ME – 2015

Congress is back in session.  What? No shouts of Hooray?  The reaction one hears is more like:

 Here we go again
The circus is in town
Congress is in session
Pick your fav’rite clown.

(To tune of “Catch Us if You Can,” by Dave Clark and Lenny Davidson of the Dave Clark Five.”

The problem is that our duly elected guys and gals by and large don’t measure  up to the task at hand. Yes, the GOP is the new ringmaster; but, not one act has changed since I first posted this lyric in 2012.  I republish it now with minor modifications.

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 is one more 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 find some harmony
And that’s alright
That would be alright with me.

Lyric © 2015, 2012 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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