Tag: All Roads Lead to Cornithaca

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – I’m Not You Under My Skin”

I’m Not You Under My Skin
(To the tune of I’ve Got You Under My Skin by Cole Porter)

I’m not you; under my skin.
I’m not you; deep in the heart of me.
So, deep in my heart; you’re not really a part of me.
I’m not you; under my skin.
You’ve tried so hard to get in.
You’ve warned me again: that my resistance won’t go so well.
But I have to try to resist when, truly, I know so well
I’m not you; under my skin.

You’d sacrifice anyone come what might
For the Doctrine you hold so dear
In spite of your warnings and texts in the night
And the malice you pour in my ear:
“Don’t be played like a fool, you never can win
Wake up to reality, there’s no more morality”
But when I think it through; just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’m not you; under my skin.

(Musical interlude)

You would sacrifice anyone come what might
For the Doctrine you hold so dear
In spite of all your warnings and texts in the night
And the malice you pour in my ear:
“Don’t be played like a fool, you never can win
Better wake to reality – wake up, there’s no more morality”
But when I think it through; just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’m not you; under my skin.
Yes, I’m not you; under my skin.

A sixth song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” – A sophisticated tune for grace under pressure: and there’s a lot of pressure these days.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – trickalittle”

trickalittle – the “Conforming Song”
(To the tune of pickalittle from The Music Man)

Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more

State and County:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little,
Talk a little, creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more

Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little,
Talk a little, creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more

Media:
Citizens, some kinds of people don’t belong in our society.
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but they are promoting dangerous thinking.

Citizens:
Dangerous thinking!

State:
Unchecked

County:
Non-conforming

Federal:
Questioning!

Media:
And the worst thing
Of course, I shouldn’t tell you this but-

State:
I’ll tell.

County:
This happened in my county, let me tell.

Federal:
Stop! I’ll tell.
They made brazen overtures to citizens who never
Had an unplanned thought in their heads until they came here.

State:
Oh, yes
Those people made brazen overtures
With a guilt-free guarantee
They had a golden rule glint in the eye
And a silver voice with a counterfeit ring

Just melt them down and you’ll reveal
A lump of lies as cold as steel
Here, where a citizen’s Doctrine should be!

Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
They left the county with Our Citizen’s curses
But they left unsafe thoughts behind

State and Children:
Unchecked

County and Children:
Non-conforming

Federal and Children:
Questioning!

Federal, State, County, Media, Children:
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep, talk a lot, trick a little more
Trick a little, talk a little, trick a little, talk a little,
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Creep creep creep creep creep creep creep creep
Trick a little, talk a little, leap!

A fifth song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” — The doctrine of the schoolroom in one generation will be the doctrine of government in the next.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – The Sadder but Wiser World”

The Sadder but Wiser World
(To the tune of The Sadder but Wiser Girl from The Music Man)

[Spoken]
No wide-eyed, eager, wholesome, innocent
Sunday-school pathway for me
That kinda life has loads no donkey ever. . . now, listen fool. . .
A world that trades on ethical purity
Merely wants to trade the goods of the game for dull obscurity

[Sung]
The only greater good that makes me smile
Are goodly sums that swell my pile
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goodness, no sir!
For no Blind Justice do I play pawn, I can tell you that right now

I mock, I hiss, how can goodliness be compared to this?
I spark, I fizz for the dealer who knows what time it is
I cheer, I rave for the piece of the pie my good friends gave
The sadder but wiser world for me

No bright-eyed, blushing, by the book behavior, no sir!
That kinda practice ties knots no sailor ever knew
I prefer to take a chance on a more productive dance
No conscience around to keep resisting
Empiricism keeps insisting

No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent notions, no sir!
Why, that’s the sophistry, I’m the sap, you see? Snap!
I flinch, I shy when I meet a soul that I can’t buy
I smile, I grin when I lead their virtue into sin
I hope, I pray to enjoy my pleasures for one more day
The sadder but wiser world’s the world for me
The sadder but wiser world for me

A fourth song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” — the story will go wherever the music and lyrics lead me.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – Seventy-six New Laws”

Seventy-six New Laws
(To the tune of Seventy-six Trombones from The Music Man)

Seventy-six new laws led the big parade
With a hundred and ten mandates close at hand
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest media pros,
The cream of toadies in the land.
Seventy-six new laws served bureaucracies
With a hundred and ten memos right behind
There were more than a thousand “needs”
Soaking up proceeds
There were scams of ev’ry shape and kind
There were bought-and-paid-for Senators and House poltroons
Blundering, plundering all along the way
Dumbbell dead end policies of big buffoons,
Each buffoon having their big, fat say!
There were fifty fat cat Liberals lapping flattery
Blundering, plundering prouder than before
Murderers they eulogize
On meds of ev’ry shape and size
Are let out so they can kill some more!
Seventy-six new laws made their altar cloth
And a hundred and ten safeguards died away
To the Doctrine they march, march, march!
Through the Great Dictator’s Arch
And they’re marching to your door today.

A third song for “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical” — I was inspired by changing the oil — if only we could change our leaders that easily.

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – I’ll Borrow”

I’ll Borrow
(To the tune of Tomorrow from Annie)

I’ll pay it all back
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
You’ll be paid!

Just wait until
Tomorrow
I’ll clear up all my debts,
All I borrowed
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck and can’t pay
Today,
If only
That lie wasn’t thin
I Grin,
And Say,
Oh

I’ll pay it all back
Tomorrow
So ya havta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may

I’ll borrow!
I’ll borrow!
And pay back
Tomorrow!

It’s always a day away

When I’m stuck and can’t pay
Today,
If only
That lie wasn’t thin
I Grin,
And Say,
Oh

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I’ll pay you
Tomorrow!

It’s always
A day
A way

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – “Rabid Lemmings: The Musical – Gonna smoke ya!”

Gonna smoke ya!
(To the tune of Oklahoma!)

Smo-oh-oh-oh-oke that crystal, as your brain cells circle round the drain
And a million feet of lemmings beat
Till you can’t tell pleasure from the pain
Smo-oh-oh-oh-oke that crystal, every day I prey to get on high
Texting tunes and talk, and watch folks walk
Makin’ lazy circles with my eyes.

I know I do wrong with my plans
But the plans put the cash in my hand
And when I say
Youu! Hand-me-all-you-pay!
I’m only sayin’
I feel so fine, when I’m smokin’!
And I’m smokin’, today.

Smo-oh-oh-oh-oke that crystal, as your brain cells circle round the drain
And a million feet of lemmings beat
Till you can’t tell pleasure from the pain
Smo-oh-oh-oh-oke that crystal, every day I prey to get on high
Texting tunes and talk, and watch folks walk
Makin’ lazy circles with my eyes.

I know I do wrong with my plans
But the plans put the cash in my hand
And when I say
Youu! Hand-me-all-you-pay!
I’m only sayin’
I feel so fine, when I’m smokin’!
And I’m smokin’, today.

Today-today-Today-Today-Today-Today
O.K.-O.K.-O.K.-O.K.-O.K.-O.K…

I know I do wrong with my plans
But the plans put the cash in my hand
And when I say
Youu! Hand-me-all-you-pay!
I’m only sayin’
I feel so fine, when I’m smokin’!
And I’m smokin’, today.
My – Way – I’m – Home – Today
GONNA-SMOKE-YA!
Yeeow!

“All Roads Lead to Cornithaca” – New Word: “Unaccountyble”

New Word: “Unaccountyble”

After repeated complaints about hundreds of thru-cutting dump trucks to County representatives; requesting a 4 TON weight limit on our rural road; the County Highway Director stated “I have researched the area and talked to highway officials in Lansing and they report there are no large through haul trucks utilizing Lansingville Road.”

Photos documenting this truck traffic was sent with no response. Suddenly signs appeared stating a limit of “20 TONS” — a weight limit that would ensure continued road usage by these thru-cutting trucks, and five times the 4 TON weight limit of every other local road.

A complaint letter sent to the Deputy County Administrator resulted in a response that completely ignored the Highway Director’s false claims and strange behavior; saying that the Director “posted the road at 20 tons to limit through traffic of large trucks”. A follow up email urging the County to address the facts of the complaint was ignored.

From there on; County authorities stonewalled and refused to comment or acknowledge any communication.

The full story will be recounted in the upcoming expose: “Tompkins County and Tammany Hall [I can’t seem to find any difference at all]”