Tag: pop rock

‘Global Warming’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop Song

The issue is, it’s almost impossible to call out Trump directly in pop music. So, this is sort of my round about way of attempting to do it. This would have a peppy little beat but with dark lyrics.

Global Warming
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

the earth is getting hot
and you’re as hell not
you lie as much as you can
it appears to be that’s your plan
the oceans are rising
but you don’t give a shit
it’s obvious to me

rumor has it
you’ve got a least one brick in your past
one taken out with the trash
we all know your foundation is weak
never going to be saved as you seek

global warming is going to get us all
global warming is our fate
you’re bring it along with great haste
global warming
global warming
global warming

[bridge]
what’s at stake
is the whole world’s fate
but you don’t give a shit
we’re all going to be done with it

the women you’ve grabbed
know you’re a cold fish
as the earth gets hot
the Blue Wave will wash over you
bring down your lies
ending your disguise

‘Where’s My Pa?’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Rock-Rap Song

There was a little jingle that the Republicans taunted Democratic President Grover Cleveland with which went something like “Ma, Ma, Ma where’s may pa? / Gone to the White House, ha ha ha!” So, this song would be like This Is America in structure. It starts of with children singing that little chant in a cute manner then gets really dark really fast.

Where’s My Pa?
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

That’s a lie. You’re dead

where’s my pa
where’s my pa
wallowing in sin
wallowing in sin
lying about your fate kid
we know you’re dead
over a million reasons for your death
POTUS didn’t want you around
now you’re in the ground

where’s my pa
where’s my pa
he’s living in the White House
with the Russians
selling children to the traffickers
’cause they’re lost just like you
lost children follow POTUS like his shadow
now you, too, get to dance and sing

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

That’s a lie. You’re dead

[bridge]
wish things could be different
but they can’t
POTUS is a piece of shit
indifferent to your death

things are dark in America now
there’s nothing we can do
we can’t bring you back little kid
but we can chase your daddy out of town
yet that’s not going to happen
that makes me frown

get down!

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

‘FOTUS’ — #Lyrics To A Woke R&B Song

Right now, either the media powers that be are looking into the FOTUS scandal theory or they’re not. Either we’re closer to knowing the truth, or I’ve just made a fool out of myself in public yet again. As part of my effort to process this as if it was Broidy and I need to move on, here’s are lyrics to an R&B song with a music in my imagination that might be in a The Weeknd song. I have no beat, but I just enjoy telling a story in verse. So, there you go. This would be for a woman to sing.

FOTUS
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

met you at the mansion
when I caught your eye and you touched my thigh
things went from their as they say
can’t explain what happened next
was by your side NYC on a September night
passion was our middle name
soon enough, though the truth came out

FOTUS
it’s your baby
it’s your baby
FOTUS
FOTUS
FOTUS
now it’s gone

found myself in a troublesome state
Davidson was your man
he and Cohen made the dirty deal real
they demanded a life for the green
desperate as I was I said yes
now I look back in shame to this day
you’re in the White House signing gag orders
while a death was done at your command

FOTUS
it’s your baby
it’s your baby
FOTUS
FOTUS
FOTUS
now it’s gone

[bridge]
what was I thinking
why did I do it I ask myself
but now it’s all changed
’cause you command the codes
and we know how it goes

it’s now in the news
what am I going to do
how long will this story hold
will Coop tell the truth when asked
our will you survive another day
to blast our freedoms away

FOTUS
FOTUS
FOTUS
FOTUS

‘Brooklyn Bridge’ — #Lyrics To A Pop Rock Song

With this one, I’m trying to tell the story of the time I was walking from Brooklyn to Manhattan on the Brooklyn bridge and something somewhat amusing — at least to me — happened. This would be a fun dancable pop rock song like Pulp’s Common People.

Brooklyn Bridge
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

with Brooklyn behind me
what I should appear
but something I hold so dear
a sexy minx walking towards me
with Manhattan in the distance
she got me hot and bothered I’ll admit
we locked eyes and for a bit
I thought she would smile my way
mid-way on

Brooklyn Bridge
where dreams come true
Brooklyn Bridge
don’t look down
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge

as I got closer I was ready
ready to smell her perfume
I imagined it was high class
just like her
she might exchange a word
I hoped as I prepared for the event
two ships passing in broad day light
on

Brooklyn Bridge
where dreams come true
Brooklyn Bridge
don’t look down
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge

[bridge]
don’t get too excite
things can change
turn pretty lame
quicker than a heartbeat
you just want to flee
on

Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge

before we could meet
she turned away from me
with a shock
she soon clocked out
finding a way
to avoid our date with fate
she looked at me sly
but all I could do was laugh
at her misguided sass
on

Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge
Brooklyn Bridge

‘Woke Bill Kristol’ — #Lyrics To A Punk Song

These are just a silly lyrics I’ve written so I don’t do anything else that might be considered productive.

Woke Bill Kristol
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

woke Bill Kristol
he’s here to break it down
woke Bill Kristol
hasn’t sold his soul to Trump
he’s ready to rock
breaking it down for the masses
don’t get confused he on a short fuse
woke Bill Kristol
he’s able to defend his views
from all you fools

may have been an neo-con when it was cool
now he’s woke as can be
talks about MeToo on TV
making my eyes bug out with his positive views
what has happened to the rules

woke Bill Kristol
woke Bill Kristol
woke Bill Kristol

[bridge]
don’t sleep on the truth
get woke real quick
woke Bill Kristol is waiting
for you, you fool

we’re all in trouble
that no one can deny
Trump’s in town
wreaking havoc in the land
when will it all end
I don’t know
but keep an eye on woke Bill Kristol
he’s putting on a show

‘Not My Type’ — #Lyrics To A Pop-Country Song

There’s a purity to writing song lyrics simply for the joy of telling a story in verse. At least, that’s the mindset behind me writing lyrics today. I should be working on my novel, but I can’t quite bring myself to get into the frame of mind yet. So, I’m relaxing by writing song lyrics. These lyrics would go to a slow country music song where the lyrics are clearly understandable. This is written from a woman’s point of view about the effects of a bad break up.

Not My Type
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

see a smile from a mile away
but it’s not going to sway
I’ve been here before
but I don’t mean to bore
struggling to figure it all out
what it means without a doubt

you seem kind
maybe even divine
we could settle down
start a little family
but I can tell right away
much to my dismay

you’re not my type
you’re not my type
you’re not my type
and that ain’t right

you’ve got hair
place on your head by God on a dare
a stare that leaves me weak
when are we going to meet
I ask myself every time I see on the street
my imagination runs while
but after a while
I understand how it’s going to end
with me saying under my breath

you’re not my type
you’re not my type
you’re not my type
and that ain’t right

[bridge]
when I think back
at the hurt
I wonder how it’ll all end
will I get over him
or will I just wallow in my sin

one more time
one more time for the road
I’ll wait by my house
knowing you’ll never arrive
you’re just a memory
too good for me

‘Incel’ — #Lyrics To A Rock Song

I find the whole notion of the “incel” to be completely ridiculous. It’s just dumb and an excuse that misogynistic assholes wrap themselves up in to avoid their own responsibilities. Anyway, I’m in a lyric writing mood, so here you go. These lyrics would go to a hard rock beat like something you might find with Limp Bizkit. Absolutely no one cares about anything I write lyric wise, so this is just me relaxing before I settle in to work on my novel.

Incel
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

can’t get laid
so who’s to blame
yo, not me
how could that be
I’m the master of my fate
while I sit here and masturbate
look around all I see is hotties
none of them are for me
that’s why they call me

incel (x6)

girls walk on by
and lie
tell me I’m not their kind of guy
when I know the truth
who wouldn’t want to knock boots
with someone as fly as me
I’m everyone’s kind of guy
I sigh while I stroke my AR-15
I’ll show you all one day
you’ll look back and say

incel (x6)

[bridge]
girls come and go
but don’t you know
I know one day I’ll get my way
if I don’t
there will be a price to pay

when they think of me
they’ll know I’m great
doesn’t matter that it’s all in my mind
I know the plan
just wait and see
one day you’re all going to be

incel (x6)

‘Blame Game’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Pop-Rock Rap Song

I’m just screwing around. No one cares about any of these lyrics I’m writing, but it’s relaxing. This would be a uptempo rap song that would be pop enough that it might get radio airplay. I’m thinking this would be something a modern day equivalent of Public Enemy might sing. But, like I said, this is just me screwing around.

Blame Game
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

our children are dying high school halls
the powers that be
want me to believe thoughts and prayers
will solve the issue
when I demand more from them
they play the blame game

they blame
abortion
doors
Ritalin
the media
and a
culture of violence
but when they play this game
they won’t blame
guns
guns
guns
guns

when will thing change I wanna know
I don’t mean to be crass but
when will they stop blowing smoke my up my ass
we’re all going to have to stop the debate
start thinking of ways to fix the blame game
we need to act in some way
because this blame game is getting pretty lame

they blame
abortion
doors
Ritalin
the media
and a
culture of violence
but when they play this game
they won’t blame
guns
guns
guns
guns

[bridge]
just give me facts
let’s fix this issue
with action that works
stop sending me your thoughts and prayers
I have no fear

we’re going to take great care
to demand the change that is clear
but it won’t be easy to come by
when the NRA is in our way day and night
let’s stop giving thoughts and prayers
we need the strength to make things right
stop playing the blame game
stop playing the blame game
stop playing the blame game

’13 Angry And Conflicted Democrats’ — #Lyrics To Woke Pop Country Song

It used to be, there was a significant subset of country music which can only be described as “hippie redneck.” They talked about gun control and smoking pot a lot. That, alas, is long gone. But these lyrics would harken back to those days. At least, that’s my goal.

13 Angry And Conflicted Democrats
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

our president’s lost his mind
it seems kind of sad I have to admit
time doesn’t seem to be on his side
one of these days thing will come around
he keeps ranting about Mueller
when he should just stay quiet

13 angry and conflicted Democrats
they may be our only savior I’m afraid
13 angry and conflicted Democrats
Mr. Mueller knows what he’s doing
13 angry and conflicted Democrats
they’re just doing their job like me and you

the president thinks everyone is out to get him
it’s sad, I know
but if he hasn’t done anything wrong
why does he act so guilty that’s a fact I want
but he just tweets up a storm
yelling into the sky hoping something will change

13 angry and conflicted Democrats
they may be our only savior I’m afraid
13 angry and conflicted Democrats
Mr. Mueller knows what he’s doing
13 angry and conflicted Democrats
they’re just doing their job like me and you

[bridge]
when will this all end
I say over yet another drink
when will Trump leave the Oval Office
that’s what I want to know

we’re stuck with Trump
at least for a little bit longer
it’s sad to say
when will he go, go, go
that’s all I ask
wish he was already gone
don’t you?

‘Call The Cops’ — #Lyrics To A Woke Rap Song

This spawns from my irritation that we seem to be calling the cops on black people left and right while the biggest crook — Donald Trump — is attacking the FBI with various dumb conspiracy theories. I have no beats and even if I did, I don’t have the software to use it or a vocalist. But that’s not the point, this point is to simply relax by being creative.

Call The Cops
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

black and breathing
(call the cops)
go to a Starbucks and sit
(call the cops)
got a hoodie and Skittles
(call the cops)
but you be president and a crook
and what
and what
and what

we got a crook in the White House
(call the cops)
he wants to reverse the black man’s legacy
(call the cops)
he sits on his ass and tweets all day
can’t even spell Melania right
(call the cops)
white people running all around
telling us what’s wrong with the black man
(call the cops)
but they can’t get their own house in order
(call the cops)
the president is a racist pig
but they doesn’t bother them one bit
as long as they keep the black and brown man down
don’t get me started out the sisters
they get the worst of it
fuck

black and breathing
(call the cops)
go to a Starbucks and sit
(call the cops)
got a hoodie and Skittles
(call the cops)
but you be president and a crook
and what
and what
and what

[bridge]
when will we get some truth
instead of these lies
who do I call for some relief
from the racist pig that’s our president

we’re all going to have to fight
pour into the streets
maybe we can be free from this misery
the cops will one day do their job
arrest Donald J. Trump
for all his crimes and lies

call the cops
call the cops
call the cops
call the cops