Is there a klavern in your town? (In your town)
If not, then why not have us down? (Have us down)
You'll never recognize us, there's a smile upon our face
We're changin' all our dirty sheets and a cleanin' up the place
Yep, since we got a lawyer and a public relations man
We're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux Klan
Yes, we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux Klan
Ever since we got that lawyer and that public relations man
'Cause we did shoot one reporter, but he was just obscene
And you can't call us no filthy names - What does Anglo-Saxon mean?
Allemande left, allemande right, the Ladies' Auxiliary is meetin' tonight
'Cause the Klan's collected so much cash that now, by gum, we're rich white trash!
Now, we've heard it said our leadership's not qualified to lead
Well I'm tellin' you that just ain't true - Why three of them can read
Take our Grand Exalted Dragon, now some folks think he's bad
Well, you should meet his sweet old mother, and her brother, who's his dad
Yes, they're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux Klan
And he's gonna run for governor soon as he's out of the can
We're all from fine old families, the pride of all these hills
Yes, seven generations at the same old illegal stills
Had a little rally the other night, shot up town in a fury
Luke's arrested, Pa's on trial, and the rest of us are on the jury
Now, we've heard them call us deadbeats, and we'd like to say we're not
We'll all stand on our record, and that's one thing we've all got
And we only have that arsenal so that you won't raise no fuss
And if you don't like that, then call the cops, 'cause the chances are, they're us
Yes we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux Klan
But somehow we went from the fire to the fryin' pan
We never learned to hold a job, and we never learned to write
But boy, we sure have learned the ropes, 'cause we use them every night
Now, when Congress calls you, don't get stuck, just start confessin' and pass the buck
The Kludd blames the Klaxon, the Klaxon blames the Kleagle, the Kleagle blames the Grand Imperial Eagle
The Eagle blames the Wizard, the Wizard blames the Dragon, the Dragon takes the blame, but he's just braggin'
Now, we're out to show the Congress that we're all so nice and meek
Why we never even take the Fifth, 'cause we drank that all last week
And you'll never hear us shootin' or hangin' people high
'Cause we're learnin' to respect the law and to have an alibi
Oh, come, come, come, come
Come to the church in the wildwood
Come to the church in the vale
And, those dirty, lyin' witnesses, Lord, forgive them what they speak
We would go to church and pray for them... 'cept we blew it up last week
Yes, we're your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux Klan
And we sure do thank that lawyer and that public relations man
So we're sorry that we hung them, but they did have quite a tan
And it sure confused your friendly, liberal, misunderstood
Your friendly neighborhood Klan who says,
"What's wrong with a hood?"
Your friendly, liberal, neighborhood Ku Klux
Grab your Cadillac and head for the hills.
Good morning! Dancing With The Fireflies is about those quiet moments when the world slows down and you remember who you are. It lives in the space between dusk and starlight - soft, grounded, and a little bit magical. ✨ Thanks for listening. 😊 https://open.spotify.com/album/6tj8zAh2MYBiNtoS55P2ed?si=RD9yeyBaQ9mbShwVuIjCdQ
Silhouetted woman dancing in a moonlit field filled with glowing fireflies under a starry night sky. A full moon shines above dark trees, creating a dreamy, peaceful nighttime scene with soft golden light. Text in the image says "Dancing With The Fireflies" "Out Now".
A small song that I recently created - "Social Media Song".
Like all the songs I have made, it is free... without royalties, etc. If you use it in any way, please let me know ([email protected])... I am simply curious.
Today in Labor History December 1, 1914: The famous labor song, "Solidarity Forever," was written on this date by IWW songwriter and cofounder Ralph Chaplin. He wrote the song for a hunger march to be led by Lucy Parsons in Chicago (on January 17, 1915). The song has been translated into many other languages, including French, German, Polish, Spanish, Swahili and Yiddish. And it is still commonly sung at union gatherings in the U.S., Canada, and Australia. The inspiration for the song came from the brutal 1912-1913 Paint Creek-Cabin Creek mining strike, in West Virginia, led by Mother Jones and others. Private cops and vigilantes murdered at least 50 miners and their family members during that strike. Impressed with the solidarity and resolve of the miners, Chaplin began work on the song.
Goth song of the day: past self & Haunt Me - Sinner (Pecador/죄인)
we are truly living in the 2nd gold age of goth. to be able to hear a darkwave banger about being a minority in a bigoted society sang in spanish, korean and english is nothing short of amazing
“Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville, Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, But I know it’s my own damn fault.” —Jimmy Buffett
This morning, Margaritaville is playing on loop in my head. I’m not sure why—it just happens sometimes. It’s one of the enduring greats of the 20th century, a song that takes me back to the good ole days… or the bad ole days, depending on perspective. And perspective, well—it shifts moment to moment.
What’s strange is that I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular. The song just started playing—unprompted—and it’s still going. But only that one part, repeating like a record caught on a scratch. I can almost see a jukebox in an empty diner, flickering to life, selecting a 45-rpm from the carousel, and setting it gently on the platter.
“Those were the days, my friend, we thought they’d never end, We’d sing and dance forever and a day…” —Mary Hopkin
The record’s changed now. Those Were the Days has taken over, sung by Mary Hopkin in the 1960s. The melody, though, traces back to Russian composer Boris Fomin in the 1920s. Gene Raskin wrote the English lyrics that gave it new life. Just a bit of trivia I felt compelled to include, since the lyrics surfaced.
And now, the needle moves again.
“A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile…” —Don McLean
That’s an interesting choice. Believe it or not, the first time I heard American Pie by Don McLean, I was boarding a plane in California—headed overseas for the first time. It was December 1971 or January 1972. My second life had just begun.
“Bye, bye Miss American Pie, Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry…” —Don McLean
"A weathered log lies partially cloaked in vibrant green moss, forming a living tapestry across its aged surface. The moss is thick and lush, like a ceremonial robe draped over the wood’s grain, softening its rugged contours. Rising from this mossy bed are delicate ferns, their segmented fronds fanning outward in bright green sprays—each leaf a quiet flourish of resilience and renewal.
Scattered among the moss are patches of pale lichen, like ancestral markings etched into the bark’s memory. These white glyphs contrast with the deep green, adding texture and quiet mystery to the scene. Small plants with rounded leaves emerge from the moss, humble companions in this miniature woodland enclave.
In the background, dried grasses and slender twigs weave through the frame, whispering of seasonal change. The entire composition feels like a forest altar—a sovereign patch of life thriving on decay, where moss, fern, and lichen commune in quiet ceremony atop a fallen elder." - Microsoft Copilot