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Exstream of Consciousness

for baritone, mandola, viola, cello, and piano

Text by Cynthia Fogg

premiered September 10, 2017
Bridges Hall, Claremont, California


"Exstream of Consciousness" is a response to the surreal trains of thought of the current President of the United States, as of mid-July, 2017. Inspiration for likely future songs floods the Twitterverse daily. Text by Cynthia Fogg, Music by Tom Flaherty Scott Graff, baritone; Cynthia Fogg, viola; Joti Rockwell, mandola; Tom Flaherty, cello; Genevieve Lee, piano

 

I sit as the king on my seat, on my throne
I use my great brain as I tweet on my phone
I've got all the great words, and billions and billions
Of hotels and golf clubs to call my own.

Kellyanne, Mooch, and Mitch and Paul
Bannon and Putin at my beck and call
Ivanka and Donald and Jared and Eric –
Cash away! Cash away! Cash away all!

CHORUS
Coal miners, you'll get jobs someplace
Healthcare for all, repeal and replace
Hit back, hit back ten times harder
Beautiful, beautiful, punch him in the face!

Believe me it's all very convoluted
But Putin and I have conferred and computed,
Excluded, refuted, disputed, saluted;
And concluded that nobody ever colluded.
Except for Puppet Hillary, who did.

Obama, left to his own devices
Produced a disastrous global crisis
Crooked Hillary helped him, but
As sure as I'm standing here Obama founded ISIS

CHORUS

As you know, I'm not one inclined to gloat,
But it was I who won the electoral vote,
The popular vote, too, by a landslide, believe me,
If you don't count illegals, quote unquote.

I can tweet louder than news that's fake
And give billionaire buddies a lovely tax break.
I can sell vodka and wine and steak.
I can order a war over chocolate cake.

The failing New York Times and garbage CNN
Will never Make America great again
I'm the only one
I'm the only one
I'm the only one that can Make America great again
the only one that can wreck America's fate and then
placate oilmen
isolate again
stagnate and then
third rate and then,
frustrate good men
nauseate again
and hate again

CHORUS

 

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