I’m going to have to listen to that one.
The Hearse (aka the worms go in the worms go out)
Your Dead ~ Norma Tanga (theme song for what we do in the shadows)
“Ha ha you’re dead” by Green Day.
I pray every night that I’ll get to play this one while drinking myself into a gleeful stupor.
The appropriateness of this one is entirely conditional, depending on circumstances at the time.
I fervently hope that such conditions and circumstances manifest.
R.E.M. Orange Crush. Play it just as the coffin goes into the garbage compactor.
Ween “Push the Little Daisies”
Squirrel Nut Zippers “Hell”
We can’t leave out YG’s Fuck Donald Trump.
Oh, and the Beatles’ Back in the USSR, given that (supposedly) it was written from the view of a Soviet spy returning to the USSR.
Uh, that’s good. But I think it’s a parody of ‘California Girls’ by the Beach Boys.
And “Back in the U.S.A.” by Chuck Berry.
Adding to the Wizard of Oz and Wicked selections:
It was dedicated to another conservative political monster, but I think it would fit Trump too:
Elvis Costello - Tramp The Dirt Down
I was going to play “Good Bye To You”.
That said, this is what I hope they play over loudspeakers for his MAGA-crowd.
On Repeat.
This here is the answer.
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What you think is the sunshine Is just a twinkle in my eye
That ring around my fingers just the fourth of July
When I get a little bit lonesome and a tear falls from my cheek
There’s gonna be an ocean in the middle of the week
Whistlin’ past the graveyard
Steppin’ on no crack
I’m a mean Mother Hubbard
Papa one eyed jack
- Tom Waits
Not to drop a turd in the punchbowl, but just to play Devil’s Advocate against the happier song choices: ‘Won’t Get Fooled Again’ by The Who?
Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
I’d forgotten about that one.
Since it’s actually about Trump, how about Lucinda Williams’ “Man Without A Soul”.
Dirt – Lou Reed. We sat around the other night, me and the guys, trying to find the right word that would best fit and describe you and people like you that no principle has touched, no principles baptized, (how about that?) who’d eat shit and say it tasted good if there was some money in it for him
I’m sick of you – Lou Reed. Trump and Giuliani are mentioned by name.
Hey, guess what I’m listening to right now: “Rock’n’Roll Animal”.
And yeah, I always think of “Sick Of You” when I hear about the latest stunts of Trump or Giuliani, and there’s another lyric from the same album, from “Dirty Boulevard” that is so fitting today:
Give me your hungry, your tired, your poor I’ll piss on 'em
That′s what the Statue of Bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses
Let′s club 'em to death
And get it over with and just dump ′em on the boulevard
“New York” has always been my favorite Lou Reed album, and though it came out in 1989, it’s the perfect soundtrack for our times. Lou would puke his guts out if he was still alive.