VOLCANIC ASH ('Trumps' The World's CASH)

[busker4freedom]

VOLCANIC ASH
( 'TRUMPS' THE WORLD'S CASH! )

You might be at work, you may be at play,
You might make a smirk, when you hear me say,


"Volcanic Ash trumps the world's cash,
Volcanic Ash trumps the world's cash,
Volcanic Ash trumps the world's cash,
Volcanic Ash trumps the world's cash."




You could be Mister Donald Trump,
Famously stuck with such a name,
You could be that guy Forrest Gump,
With nothing but fictional fame.


Well, you could be a billionaire,
Or, you could be a pauper;
Hell! You could-a been Fred Astaire,
Or, you could be Cindy Lauper.




You might be at work...




Your company could own oil wells,
You could be watching as one leaks,
You could be a pea under shells,
You could be in the news for weeks.


You might be on a jumbo jet,
Grounded & sweating in the sun,
Have you read Dalton Trumbo yet,
The guy wrote 'Johnnie Got His Gun'




You might be at work...




You could be in highest cotton,
Tasting some tupelo honey,
You could swear this world is rotten,
What else matters except money?


You might be big tornado,
A hurricane, a cyclone,
You might be a huge volcano,
Spewing lava which turns to stone.




You might be at work...

You could say whoever is king
Is actually out of touch,
And the woman who takes his ring
Gives birth to illusion & such.

You could have known Ronald Reagan
Well enough to call him Dutch,
You could have known him from day 1,
And swore, "He won't amount to much!"


You might be at work...


You might be living in a tent,
The kind you carry on your back,
You might think, "This is heaven sent!"
Camping far off the beaten track.

You might scream, "THE SKY IS FALLING!"
In some apalling shopping mall.
You might dream, "It is my calling
To be the one who saves us all."


You might be at work...


You might be a man named Murphy,
Explaining how it all goes wrong,
You might be trying to curb me (*),
To keep me from singing this song.

You could be a thug claiming turf,
Saying, "YO! Buddy, this is mine!"
You could be in the breaking surf,
Riding on a board, feeling fine...

You might be at work...



You could hear this at a party,
And shout, "what the 'f-ing f-bomb!'"
You could be so hale & hearty,
That you council calm with aplomb.


You could be recording this song,
Singing these words with all your might,
You could be a throng, singing strong,
Bringing our plight into the light.


You might be at work...

(*) this me is NOT me, myself, alone, at all...it COULD very well (NEED to...) BE YOU...

this 'piece' arrived in my care as a song of topical interest...
however, it MIGHT be a RAP, or a chant in the eastern tradition.
MUSICIANS: PM me if you want to know the chords...

it will soon be recorded by the EidoLONERS