Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair

Written by Stephen Collins Foster in 1854


I long for Jeanie with the day dawn smile, radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile. I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would sing…larks and bluebirds join in a joyous gathering. I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair…floating like a vapor on the soft summer air.

The sighing of the night wind was calling to the rain, wailing for that lost one. She never comes back again. I long for Jeanie and my heart bows low-nevermore to find her where the bright waters flow.

I sigh for Jeanie but her light form stayed-far from the fond hearts ‘round her native glade. Her smiles have vanished…her sweet songs flown-fleeting like the dreams that have cheered us, and gone. Now the nodding wildflowers might wither on the shore while her gentle fingers will gather them no more. I sight for Jeanie with the light brown hair, floating like a vapor on the soft summer air…floating like a vapor on the soft summer air

MAKE AMERICA GRATE AGAIN

by Stephen Dreyfuss

Let’s make America grate again, grate like grated cheese
And shred that solid voting block, bring Justice to her knees
Let’s make America Grate again, grate like grated cheese
Bring our great democracy, down on humbled knees

Just like grated cheese, the voting block is shredded bit by bit
With our newsy infotainment, the truth does take a hit
Those glory days those happy days, so difficult to resist
Dreaming of times those gone by, but just when did they exist?
Now when was our true greatness at its greatest peak?
1890’s…..1980’s, politicians dare not speak
Or specify which time it was our enemies were proven weak
And all our citizens worked together, like a pump without a leak
Memories of the golden days, America was truly great
Let me find my pen and paper so I can record the date

Was that when we shot the natives right off the prairie plains?
Or kept all slaves secure locked up in iron chains?
Or the time of Robber Barons, with their thieving souls?
Or the mighty great Depression, in the Age of dusty bowls?
Here in Sunny California now we’re serfing USA
Hipsters, I tried to warn ya, now you’re laboring for low pay
All you serfs and overlords keep to the status quo
While the Central Valley migrants work row after row after row after row….

Confusion knows no bounds and the math is way too hard
Complete history of the U.S.A. on a single index card
Confusion knows no bounds, they cut schooling for the masses
Supreme Courts meet in secret, all of Congress like molasses
Let’s make America grate again, grate like grated cheese
And shred that true democracy, bring Justice to her knees
Now he might be the REAL Lucifer, real fleshy one at that
With “Make America Grate Again” printed on his hat
A sheep in wolf’s clothing, wearing flip-flops makes a switch
Many, many, many people think so… vainglorious son ‘o the rich
Shows up at the Last Supper, he tries to make a deal
Told Christ and twelve disciples:( Rhythm stops, spoken words)
“Get me a taco bowl, a vanilla shake, extra-large fries, hot onion rings and I’ll have the 12 mock Donald happy meals-TO GO!
….and hand the bill off to Mexico” (Music resumes)
Let’s make America grate again, grate like grated cheese
And shred our true democracy, bring Lady Justice to her knees (cha-cha-cha)

Copyright 2016 Triple Cliff Publishing (BMI)

Used To Be Your Land


Used to be Your Land

THIS USED TO BE MY LAND
THIS USED TO BE OUR LAND
NOW SEE WHAT’S BEEN HAPPENING
CARVING DOWN THE MOUNTAINS
TEARING UP TREES
POISON THE WATERS
AND FEED US DISEASE
SMOKE AND POLLUTION
CLOUDS THE AIR THAT WE BREATHE
IF WE DON’T FIND A SOLUTION
NOTHING GOOD WILL WE LEAVE

BEAUTIFUL WORLD

DON’T WANNA SAY GOODBYE
PEOPLE OF THE EARTH
CAN’T YOU HEAR YOUR MOTHER CRYING
IT USED TO BE YOUR LAND
IT USED TO BE MY LAND
IT USED TO BE OUR LAND
I HEAR SINISTER LAUGHTER
THEY SAY THEY’RE IMPROVING
TELLING US WHAT WE NEED
BUT IT’S LIFE WERE ARE LOSING
GIVING IN TO THEIR GREED
THEN THEY SAY WE’RE WRONG
IF WE DON’T GO ALONG
LET THEM KEEP TAKING
OUR CREATOR’S CREATION
(BEAUTIFUL WORLD) ETC.
SOMETIMES JUST GO CRAZY AT THE LIES
TIME FOR US TO SEE
THROUGH THE KILLER’S DISGUISE
WHAT USED TO BE YOUR LAND
WHAT USED TO BE MY LAND
NOW IT’S THE GRAND PLAN
OF CORPORATIONS
AND THE MONEY THAT IT’S WORTH
IT’S HOW THEY SEE THE EARTH
NOT OUR BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
WHO GAVE ALL OF US BIRTH
LET’S WAKE UP OUR HEARTS AND MINDS
TAKE BACK THE NATION
WERE RUNNING OUT OF TIME
FOR THE NEXT GENERATION
(BEAUTIFUL WORLD) ETC.
SOMETIMES JUST GO CRAZY AT THE LIES
TIME FOR US TO SEE
THROUGH THE KILLER’S DISGUISE
HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT BEFORE OUR EYES
LOOKIN BACK AT US
THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES
(THROUGH THE BURNING SKIES)
FADE: USED TO BE YOUR LAND
USED TO BE MINE
PEOPLE OF THE WORLD
HEAR YOUR MOTHER CRYIN'

Written by Steven Bernard and Stephen Dreyfuss 2007
Produced by Tony Saunders and Magic Castle Studios

Lets Build That Wall