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Brother Trumps’ Travelin’ CORONA Show!
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

On June 23rd 2020, the exact day Arizona reached unprecedented levels of new COVID infections & hospitalizations, 3,000 “Young Republicans” gathered at the Dream City Church Trump Rally in Phoenix. Packed shoulder to shoulder and ignoring all CDC guidelines, they slurped up a Kool-Aid of racist remarks and voting conspiracies, served up by the mask-less onstage presence of Donald J. Trump. If per chance you missed the rally, no worries, don’t worry, I saved you a seat and a mask!

Music & Lyrics: “Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show”written & originally performed by the great Neil Diamond.

Alternate version produced & performed by Potlatch Foggarty.

Hot Phoenix night, and they all gather round
Because Trump is in town, read your tweet
Move up the road, To that mid Phoenix town
Where those Young Republicans meet
At Dream City Church, They’re 3,000 strong!
You don’t need no mask; you just can’t go wrong!

It’s Trump, Donald Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes, everyone knows bout
Brother Trump’s show)

The room gets suddenly still,
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes grey as coal, and when he lifts his face
Every ear in the place is on him

First a racist slur, (that ain’t no mistake
And when he lets go, (oh that church it shakes

It’s Trump, Donald Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes, everyone knows bout
Brother Trump’s show

(start after 1st Hallelujah)

Brothers!, I say, Brothers & sisters do you believe!
Now if you believe that Covid-19 is just a hoax
And if you believe the Confederate flag should still fly
If you believe Black Lives Matter is a symbol of hate
And a mask violates your God given freedom, then vote with me!

Take my hand sweet Lord, vote with me this day
In my heart, I know, I’ll will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle hallelujah!

(Love, Brother Trump)
(Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show)
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And Everyone goes

I say Love, Brother Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes

Hot Phoenix night, and they all gather round
Because Trump is in town, read your tweet
Move up the road, To that mid Phoenix town
Where those Young Republicans meet
At Dream City Church, They’re 3,000 strong!
You don’t need no mask, you just can’t go wrong!

It’s Trump, Donald Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes, everyone knows bout
Brother Trump’s show)

The room gets suddenly still,
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes grey as coal, and when he lifts his face
Every ear in the place is on him

First a racist slur, (that ain’t no mistake
And when he lets go, (oh that church it shakes

It’s Trump, Donald Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes, everyone knows bout
Brother Trump’s show

(start after 1st Hallelujah)

Brothers!, I say, Brothers & sisters do you believe!
Now if you believe that Covid-19 is just a hoax
And if you believe the Confederate flag should still fly
If you believe Black Lives Matter is a symbol of hate
And a mask violates your God given freedom, then vote with me!

Take my hand sweet Lord, vote with me this day
In my heart, I know, I’ll will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle, halle halleluiah!

(Love, Brother Trump)
(Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show)
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And Everyone goes

I say Love, Brother Trump
Say Brother Trump’s Travelin’ Corona Show
Pack up the babies and Grab the old ladies
And everyone goes

The Cost of Freedom – 2020
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

More on the Dream City Church Trump Rally on June 23, 2020.
My capsule comment; ”My Life, Should Not be The Cost Of Your Freedom.”

Find the Cost of Freedom originally written & recorded by the great Stephen Stills
Alternate version produce and performed by Potlatch Foggarty, additional vocals by my daughter Katie

* Exercise social distancing when around others in public.
* Avoid large gatherings where people speak, sing or scream loudly especially in enclosed spaces.
* Wear protective face-masks whenever you’re around others in public.
* Avoid contact with public surfaces others may have touched.
* Whenever the above are not observed, have yourself tested and institute a 14-day self-quarantine.

The vast majority of “Young Republicans” at the Dream City Church Trump Rally in Phoenix two days ago ignored all those public health concerns. Packed shoulder to shoulder and 3,000 strong, they eagerly slurped up a Kool-Aid of racist remarks and voting conspiracies served up by the mask-less onstage presence of Donald Trump.

Most of the under age 40 attendees will probably not suffer dire consequences. But many of us who cannot claim membership to that age group will pay a deadly price as those “Young Republicans” return home and unknowingly spread the virus on to older victims.

Re-markedly on the exact day of this Trump Rally, Arizona reached unprecedented levels of new infections, hospitalizations, ICU Bed and ventilator use. Unfortunately, we have all seen this slow-motion train wreck before, except now thousands of more Americans on board.

This is not a Democrat or Republican issue; this is a public health issue. To coin the poignant reply of Travon Martin’s mother, “This is not a black or white thing; This is a wrong and right thing!”

With over 125,000 Americans already buried in the ground, what is the cost we have to pay before we acknowledge the public health facts do the right thing?

There are many who refuse to wear masks or practice social distancing and justify it by saying “I am an American, I have the right to my freedom”.

But, here’s the thing, my life, should not be the cost of your freedom.

(Cost of Freedom by Stephen Stills vocal mix)
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you.
Lay your body down
Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground
Mother earth will swallow you.
Lay your body down

(Credits)

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Trayvon Martin 911 – For What It’s Worth
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

This an excerpt from a live show I did at the online virtual world Second Life at the “Smokin’ Aces” venue on March 23, 2012. The subject of course is Trayvon Martin and how we might better understand what happened that evening of February 26th the same year. Some may find this recording hard to listen to, so please be aware it contains disturbing real life 911 recordings of that terrible evening. The great Stephen Stills, who wrote and originally recorded the song, had it right when he wrote “Stop children, watch that sound, everybody look what’s going down”.

Following my intro comments to the audience, if you listen carefully to the song, in the background you will hear the 911 call a neighbor made who heard the disturbance outside her apartment. That recording includes Trayvon’s final cries for help and the gunshots that ended his life. Also peppered throughout the song’s background track are the comments Trayvon’s mother made as well as the 911 calls Trayvon’s killer, George Zimmerman, made to the Police just prior to the shooting. The song ends with the 911 operator talking to Zimmerman who answers “Yea” when they asked, “Are You Following Him?” The Police operator then responded, “OK, We Don’t Need You To Do That”.

I have no idea if Mr. Stills took the mindset of a Black American when he wrote this song, but if one does; the lyrics seem to strike a resounding chord we are hearing today regarding the “Black Lives Matter” movement. As soon as I can get my hands on the complete Police body-cam audio recordings, my ache to create “George Floyd 911 – For What It’s Worth” will be satisfied.

Trayvon Martin 911 – For What It’s Worth

Music: For What It’s Worth
Written by: Stephen Stills
Alternate cover version produced & performed
by Potlatch Foggarty

(Potlatch to live online audience – March 23, 2012)

It’s unfortunate but necessary, that we take a few minutes this evening and visit this.

(Start “For What It’s Worth” Edit #12-A)

As a young white boy growing up in Tennessee, my parents taught me many things, respect your elders, say yes sir and yes mam and always mind your manners. But if you take everything I just said, and change one word; white to black, chances are your parents would have included “Never run in a public place, especially with something in your hand.”

Twenty-six days ago this evening, on a dark rainy night during a cell phone conversation, 17 year old Trayvon Martin was urged by his girlfriend to run after he told her he was being followed. We can only guess why he told her he would walk fast instead. But something tells me it was because Trayvon Martin was an African American.

The ice tea and Skittles in Trayvon’s hands would prove no match for the nine mm pistol holstered by the white neighborhood watch Captain that evening, and the end result would be an unarmed, dead, black teenager…and a nation struggling once again with the obvious question, why does this continue to happen?

The days and weeks to come will certainly sort all this out, tragically without the narrative of Trayvon Martin. But the truth has an uncanny and persistent way of making its way to the surface in matters like this. I think the most poignant comment to date about this needless tragedy was by Trayvon’s mother when she said “This isn’t a black and white thing; this is a wrong and right thing”!

(sound clip – 911 neighbor call)

911 Operator: They’re sending
Neighbors Phone: (Screams for help from Trayvon can be heard)
911 Operator: So, you think he’s yelling help?
Neighbor: Yes. (Yelling in the background)
Neighbor: Alright what is your… (Gunshots in the
background)
Neighbors: Just, There’s gunshots!
911 Operator: You just heard gunshots?
Neighbor: Yes.

(Start singing “For What It’s Worth”)

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

(sound clip – Zimmerman to Police)

Zimmerman: This guy looks like he’s up to no good, or he’s on drugs or something. It’s raining and he’s just walking around, looking about. He looks Black.

Police Dispatcher: Did you see what he was wearing?

Zimmerman: Yeah. A dark hoodie, like a grey hoodie, and either jeans or sweatpants and white tennis shoes.

(Continue singing)

There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

(sound clip – Zimmerman to Police)

Police Dispatcher responding to Zimmerman’s question when an Officer would arrive: Yeah, we’ve got them on the way, just let me know if this guy does anything else.

Zimmerman: Okay. These assholes they always get away.

(Continue singing)

What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the streets
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

(sound clip – Trayvon’s mother to crowd gathered after the shooting)

Trayvon’s mother: This is not about a black and white thing, this is about a right or wrong thing!

(Continue singing)

Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
Step out of line, the man come and take you away
We better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
You gotta stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
You gotta stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
You better stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

(sound clip – Zimmerman to Police)

Police Dispatcher: Are you following him?

Zimmerman: Yea

Police Dispatcher: OK, we don’t need you to do that.

Battle Hymn of the Republic
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

This is a recording of a live show I did on July 4th, 2017 at “The Encore Escape” our live virtual online world. This video is based on the great Orson Welles production outlined below. I did some research and hopefully added additional content that compliments the original.

Battle Hymn of the Republic

Melody: Traditional hymn
Lyrics by: Julia Ward Howe
Derived from a production (never broadcast) by the great Orson Welles
Revised, produced and narrated by Potlatch Foggarty

(Start after 1st beat)

In closing this evening I’d like to talk to you all about a great American and great lady I knew nothing of, until recently. She was a celebrity of sorts and a great grandmother of women’s liberation in America. Her name was Julia Ward Howe, And she is remembered with affection because of the words she wrote for one of the greatest American songs ever written.

(drums fade)

The music for the song started well ahead of the words she wrote, it started in churches and eventually moved onto the battlefields. It began as a hymn and grew to be the most heart quickening marching song in our nations history. It’s quite a story, and one befitting our 4th of July celebration this evening.

Before the Civil war erupted, there was an angry man named John Brown who tried to start a civil war all on his own. Brown was a man who believed not only that slavery was wrong, but that something had to be done about it, that slaves had to be set free; by force if necessary. So he and his sons and a few others picked up their guns and tried to do just that. It didn’t work of course, no one was freed and men died. Brown was eventually caught by a company of U.S. Marines, charged with treason, tried and sentenced to be hanged.

His Last words seemed to fall on deaf ears “You can dispose of me very easily,” he said standing on the scaffold about to be hanged, “But this other matter has not been disposed of; this Negro matter, the end of that is not yet.”

Brown had no idea his life would have bookends stamped in American History. As a child, he lived briefly in Ohio with Jesse R. Grant, father of future Union General and U.S. President, Ulysses S. Grant. His capture was made under the command of Col Robert E. Lee, who would remain instrumental in this American divide and later command the Confederate forces.

And in the crowd at his execution, was the soon to be Confederate General, Stonewall Jackson, presidential assassin John Wikes Booth and American Poet Walt Whitman. He was either a martyred hero or a blood thirsty villain, it’s a debate that continues to this day.

So they buried John Brown, and not too long after, his private battle engulfed America with such fury, that it almost tore this great nation in half. And early on in that terrible Civil War of ours, some soldiers picked up that half forgotten hymn and improvised some words, and pretty soon an Army was marching to it.

Maybe what old John Brown had done in life was unlawful, but the spirit moving him was freedom, a spirit in America we like to think will never die. And that’s the sense of what the soldiers were singing. John Browns body lies a moldering in the grave, but his soul goes marching on. Those words would eventually carry the whole Union Army into battle.

(pause)

Well, Miss Julia Ward Howe, was the lady who transformed the song into “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” the whole Republic. A nation, as Miss Howe’s admirer Abraham Lincoln would later say, was “Dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.” That song was for all of us to sing, and all of us to live by.

(wait for flute )

It was November, in 1861, she’d had a sleepless night at the Willard Hotel in Washington DC, and somehow, just before dawn those words all came to her, all at once. Almost as if another hand had written them and passed them along to her. So Miss Julia Howe got up out of her hotel bed, found an old stub of a pen, and as daybreak broke across the Capital dome, sat down at the window and got it all written down before the sunlight reached the paper.

Those words of hers still help to bind and hold us together today. A song, not for half a nation to march to, but for a whole people to stand up and sing together!

(wait for trumpets)

Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord

He is trampling out the vintage
where the grapes of wrath are stored

He hath loosed the fateful lightning
of His terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on!

Obama Black and White – 2017
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

You may ask, hey Pot did ya ever campaign for a candidate before? In August, 2007, this great vintage “Three Dog Night” tune (with lyrics I altered) seemed an appropriate vehicle to express my feelings regarding the Obama – Biden candidacy. I sang this song hundreds of times to virtual audiences, lol admittedly I did get some negative feedback from supporters of John McCain, who by the way I think was a Great American. The photo’s in this slideshow are not hi resolution, but hopefully it gets my point across. My mouth waters at the possibility of revising this video for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. Once again – Hey Biden campaign & interested super PAC’s, are ya listening? I’m a team player and I work cheap!

“Obama Black and White – 2017”
Original Music: “Black and White”
Written by David I. Arkin and Earl Robinson
Alternate version produced & performed by Potlatch Foggarty

(Obama Intro Clip)

The ink is black, The paper’s white
Together we learn to read and write
A child is black, A child is white
Together we grow to see the light, To see the light

And now at last we understand
We have a voice for all the land, All the land

His father’s black, His mother’s white
He leans to the left and then the right
A child is black, A child is white
The whole world it smiles as we unite, As we unite

And now at last, it’s plain to see
The color between, is liberty, liberty!
The world is black, The world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, A child is white
The whole world it looks upon a sight
A beautiful sight

(Obama Clip Pundits)

The world is black, The world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, A child is white
Together they grow to see the light, To see the light

The world is black, The world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, A child is white
The world it looks upon sight, A beautiful sight

The world is black, The world is white
It turns by day and then by night
A child is black, A child is white
Together they grow to see the light
To see the light

Toys for Tots 2010 – The Cpl Miller Story
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

In 2009 as one of the two original founders of the Toys for Tots Drive in the online virtual world known as Second Life, the second year of the drive I wrote, produced and narrated the above true story and used it in my Toys for Tots charity shows. Thanks to the over one million generous virtual residents of Second Life, an unrelenting and hard working SL Toys for Tots organization, dozens of great online entertainers and venue owners, we collectively netted over $100,000.00 U.S. for the Toys for Tots coffers in a six-year stretch. My participation in the effort is one of my proudest achievements. Things being what they are today and Christmas being just around the corner, it’s more important than ever to make a donation for the kids, please support this great cause! Toys for Tots Official Website

Toys For Tots 2010 – The Corporal Miller Story

Written, Produced & Narrated by: Potlatch Foggarty
Story used by permission (Gary Miller) 2010
Music: The Feather Song (Forest Gump the Movie)
Written by Alan Silvestri
Gary Miller owns all rights to this production

This is a true story about an 8-year old boy who found himself in an orphanage just North of San Francisco in 1956. With his mother down on her luck and a father that deserted them both when he was just two and a half, this little boy sat in an orphanage with other children who either had no parents, or their parents had no money to care for them.

Although the orphanage was clean, the children were fed and their medical needs were always met, it could never replace family dinners, fighting with a brother and sister, or even being placed on restriction by your mom or dad for – simply screwing up. The young boy would later say that Living in the orphanage without the love of a family and having a place to call home, made him feel empty inside, with the feeling of little to no hope.

But Christmas Eve on 1956 changed everything for that 8-year-old boy. It all began in the large auditorium, where on a normal day the children would have their meals and try their best to play. But on this Christmas Eve night, the children were ordered to sit on the floor, because the Headmaster had something to tell them. At the end of what sounded like a Christmas speech, the children were told to go outside and get on buses that were waiting in front of the orphanage. They were asked to be quiet and behave on this ride to a destination, as yet untold.

Not knowing where they were headed, the orphans felt both anticipation and fear. Finally the caravan of buses pulled into a place with large buildings. The buses came to a stop, and when the doors opened, in stepped a large man dressed in a uniform fit for a KING.

The man stood straight like a statue, and with a stern look on his face he began to speak to the children. They were told in a firm voice to exit the bus and enter the adjacent building.

Once inside the building, the children saw even more of the men, and now women who were also dressed like kings. These larger than life figures guided the children to a place where they were told that a very special person, just beyond closed doors in the next room, was waiting for them.

As the excitement and anticipation of the children rose, the doors were opened by the uniformed statue figures. There in sight, was Santa Claus and his helpers, calling for the children to come and to sit on Santa’s lap. Santa handed out presents to each of the children. Even though the visit lasted for hours, it seemed like minutes to those youngsters who had nothing to call their own except for the presents they had just received. Afterwards, the uniformed figures ended up sitting on the floor, playing and laughing with the now smiling children.

Many years later, the little boy would ask his mother, who were those men and women in uniform that took them to see Santa Claus so many years ago. She told her son they were United States Marines, and they did this every year as part of the Toys for Tots program all across the country.

As the little boy, now a young man entered high school, he knew he had a mission to pay back these men and women who made such a difference to him as a young child. So at the age of 17, July 1964, he joined the United States Marine Corps. And after six years of service, he received an Honorable Discharge. The little boy, now a grown and mature veteran, felt he had finally repaid the debt he owed.

But following his discharge he knew he had another debt to pay, the orphanage that took him in and cared for him so many years ago still weighed on his heart.

But as fate would have it, in 1996 that same little boy, now a senior manager of a large Corporation, was placed in charge of donating computers to needy causes. The first call he made was to that orphanage. After returning to the orphanage that had taken him in as a young boy, and supplying it with computers, he headed home.

His ride home was filled with many emotions; he had finally completed both the missions that had always pressed upon his heart. This final mission, that had begun as an 8 year old boy, had now come full circle, he was now in a position to help.

The eight year old boy’s name is Corporal Gary Miller, and today, when someone asks him what the Marine Corps means , he has only one answer; EVERYTHING!

I have a message from Cpl Gary Miller for all of you, and I am going to quote his exact words:

I am reminded each Christmas of these memories. I think about those less fortunate. I think about the children, who are without the love of a family, and live in poor communities and appear to have no future.

As I envision those men and women dressed like kings so long ago, I know there IS hope, there ARE miracles and people Are still given the gift of kindness.

Ladies & gentlemen, Toys for Tots is not some worn out cliché, it is however is an opportunity for us to influence a child, for the rest of his or her life. Please donate to this great cause.

Sing: Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Philadelphia – The Matlovich Story
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

This is a recording I made from a live show I did a couple years ago in our online virtual world known as The Encore Escape, at the Encore Harbor Club. It’s a poor rendition, but I hope the song is framed in a manner that rescues my vocals. My dream would be to hear The Boss sing his great song, with my intro by Morgan Freeman. We can all dream…right?

“Streets of Philadelphia” is a song written and originally performed by the great Bruce Springsteen for the 1993 film Philadelphia, the first mainstream film to deal with the issue of AIDS. For his role as Andrew Beckett, Tom Hanks won the Academy Award for Best Actor.

“If they made a movie that showed the true horror of AIDS, nobody would have paid to see it. But the movie and this song captures the pain, the loss, and the loneliness that was AIDS for those who lived through it.” The song was a critical triumph and went on to win the Academy Award for Best Original Song and four Grammy Awards: Song of the Year, Best Rock Song, Best Rock Vocal Performance, Solo, and Best Song Written Specifically for a Motion Picture or Television.

Philadelphia – The Matlovich Story

Written & originally performed by Bruce Springsteen
Rendition produced by Potlatch Foggarty

The Bronze Star Medal was established by Executive Order 9419, in 1944 and may be awarded to any person who, while serving in the Armed Forces of the United States, distinguishes themselves by heroic or meritorious achievement or service.

Sgt Leonard P. Matlovich served three voluntary tours of duty in Vietnam, and received the Bronze Star and Purple Heart for his combat service.

Matlovich was the first gay service member to fight the ban on gays in the military, an action that led to his discharge in 1975. His fight to stay in the United States Air Force after coming out of the closet became a cause around which the gay community rallied.

His case spurred newspapers and magazines articles, numerous television interviews, as well as a television movie.

(start background track)

His photograph appeared on the cover of Time in September 1975, making him a symbol for thousands of gay and lesbian service members and gay people everywhere.

On June 22, 1988, less than a month before his 45th birthday, Matlovich died of complications from AIDS. His tombstone, meant to be a memorial to all gay veterans, does not bear his name. It simply reads, “When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one.”

(Streets of Philadelphia Track – Bruce Springsteen)
(Rev 80%, Echo 85%)

I was bruised and battered
I couldn’t, Tell What I felt
I was unrecognizable, even to myself
I saw my, reflection in a window,
An didn’t, know my own face
Oh brother don’t leave me here Wastin´away
On the streets of Philadelphia

(La, la,la la la, la la la la la)
(La, la,la la la, la la la la la)

I walked the, avenue till my legs, felt like stone
I heard the, voices of friends that were, vanished and gone
An I could, hear the blood, rushing thru my veins
It was, Black and whispering just like-the-rain
In the streets of Philadelphia

(La, la,la la la, la la la la la)
(La, la,la la la, la la la la la)

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me now
Its just ^you and I my friend
An My clothes don’t fit me anyhow, I’d walk a,
thousand miles
Just to slip this skin

When The, night has fallen, and I’m, lying awake
I can, feel myself, just, fading away
Will you receive me brother, with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
Whoaa ho ho
On the streets of Philadelphia
The city, of Brotherly Love
Whoaa ho ho, Hmmm mmmmm mmmm
The streets of Philadelphia
Whoaa ho ho, Hmmm mmmmm mmmm
The city, of Brotherly Love
Ohh Ho Ho, mmmm hmmm mmmm mmm
The Streets of Philadelphia
Hmmmm,mmmmm,mmmmm

Indecision 2000
Detailed Lyrics, Script & Credits

OK, admittedly this is where “Potlatch Politics” all began. Prior to the 2000 election, I swear I didn’t know the difference between the Left and the Right. But after that, I woke up!. This is my first political video, and in retrospect . . . I honestly think our upcoming election will make it look like a cake-walk! Buckle up folks . . . twenty years later in 2020, we’re in for a bumpy ride!

Indecision 2000
From “Mack The Knife”
Music by Kurt Weill, original Lyrics by Eugene Berthold Brecht & Marc Blitzestien
Alternate version Produced & performed by Potlatch Foggarty

It was a fight babe, for the sunshine
Back and forth, all through the night
And when the sun broke, on Wednesday mornin’
There was no winner, in our sight

We lived on sound bytes, with no teeth babe
As the lines began to form
Forget the streamers, to save the Party (Democratic)
On that Southbound flight you better get on board

Cause down in Palm Beach, and Tallahassee
A brothers’ love, can run so strong
Al knows he cannot, count on Kathy
He knows that if she can that girl will do him wrong

We need more cameras, here come the lawyers
This won’t be quick, they’ve got a brief in hand
Is there a case here, you be the judge dear
They’re gonna take it to the highest in the land

Chad is expecting (pregnant chads), Walker is stalling
Al baby wants to win will all his heart and soul
Take my opinion on the Rehnquist story
Oh babe to make it count you’ve got to find the hole (somebody got screwed!)

Hillary Rodham, yeah Jessie Jackson
Look out now Billy B., that ship is going down
Cause the line forms to the RIGHT babe
With the Bush’s back in town

Billy Bradley, yeah Jessie Jackson
Look out now Hillary, that ship is going down
Cause the line forms to the right babe
With the Bush’s back in town

LOOK OUT! those Bush’s are back !!!