tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13196316090560782532023-06-20T22:10:00.350-07:00Jerry SkidsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03304190842487021998noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319631609056078253.post-81655577785053332262017-01-29T14:50:00.000-08:002017-01-29T15:39:17.155-08:00Spintunes 12 - Round 1 - The Ethical Ballad of Mayor Goldie WilsonSomething about the Back to the Future series has always bothered me. Everybody knows that Biff Tannen in the alternate 1985 pretty much destroyed Hill Valley. But no one really talks about the present 1985 Hill Valley and what a disgusting rundown place it actually is as well. But how did that happen, if the 1955 Hill Valley was such a quaint, peaceful and clean place to live? (Well, with a few exceptions)<br />
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I've got three words for you... Mayor...Goldie...Wilson. "Goldie" became Mayor in 1977 because he decided to go to night school and make a difference. In 1985, we know he's running for re-election and is trying to replace/destroy the historic clock tower on the Hill Valley Courthouse. We also see that 1985 Hill Valley is filled with dirty litter-filled streets, gun violence, homeless, graffiti, xxx theatres, you name it...Some may say it's a sign of the times, but not every neighborhood in America turned out that way. So all signs point to one man: the man who claimed he was going to clean up the streets, but seemed to have the opposite effect. Our own gold-toothed mayor, Goldie Wilson. But what was running through his mind that fateful day in 1977 when he was elected Mayor of Hill Valley.........<br />
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THE ETHICAL BALLAD OF MAYOR GOLDIE WILSON<br />
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LYRICS<br />
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The Valley lies there dormant waiting for one man to lead<br />
And in I ride upon my mighty proverbial steed<br />
That gleam upon my teeth means satisfaction guaranteed<br />
It's my rally<br />
It's easy to be Mayor - give the people what they want<br />
Health inspections waived for all your local restaurants<br />
Yes, you can ask for anything, I'm this town's confidant<br />
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In Hill Valley<br />
I pride myself in keeping these streets clean<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
The Sheriff Bart of this municipality<br />
Of Hill Valley<br />
Integrity, Honesty, Decency<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
All hail Mayor Goldie Wilson<br />
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My brothas have been kept down all throughout the 70's<br />
So now I take the power from the Hill Valley Police<br />
The homeless and graffiti could be a conversation piece<br />
In a dark alley<br />
Lou exclaimed "A colored Mayor! That'll be the day!"<br />
Well, the results are coming in, it's Goldie all the way<br />
How hard could it be to keep this town from disarray<br />
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In Hill Valley<br />
I grew up here, I'm keeping my streets clean<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
The Sheriff Bart of this municipality<br />
Of Hill Valley<br />
Integrity, Honesty, Decency<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
All hail Mayor Goldie Wilson<br />
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My dear mom worked 40 years and got nowhere<br />
The time has come to show the world that I'm somebody<br />
And to think I'd still be a server<br />
If it wasn't for that kid in the life preserver<br />
Don't need your prayers<br />
Cos I'm your mayor<br />
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Of Hill Valley<br />
It won't be long 'fore we're out of money<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
That clock tower is ancient history<br />
In Hill Valley<br />
Let's build a mall right by that ol' pine tree<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
Today's a day that will live in infamy<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
The very first day of my legacy<br />
Mayor Goldie<br />
All hail Mayor Goldie Wilson!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03304190842487021998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1319631609056078253.post-20379864391243831312014-07-27T08:31:00.003-07:002014-07-27T11:33:37.744-07:00SpinTunes Round 2 : Another Apology<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This challenge, I decided to go a different route. Though I normally play acoustic folk / folk punk, etc., I thought the topic at hand called for a genre I haven't worked with since the early 2000s... ... pop punk.. ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The song is based on a relationship I had in 2002 when I was in college in Boston. My ex-girlfriend, Ali, caused me all kinds of semi-psychological problems long after she was gone from my life, and it was great to finally be able to write a song about the real issue at hand. You see, Ali, was super sweet, supportive, caring, and kind on the surface...but it wasn't until about 3 months into our relationship, that it became extremely brutal. She was a typical Boston punk: Irish, extremely outspoken, and LOVED her alcohol. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When she would drink, things would take a very dark turn. She would go from saying "I love you" over and over again on the phone, to screaming at me about every little thing that was wrong with me. Not only was it completely unprovoked, but she would do this within the same dialogue before I even got a chance to speak. And she would always turn it on me, as if I was the one who provoked her. My best friend at the time (Jen) would always try to tell me what kind of a person Ali was, but I wouldn't listen to her. I was too enamored..I was too in love. The good (in my mind) certainly outweighed the bad tenfold...But things continued to get worse.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She would make plans with me and just not show up. I'd call her phone, I'd call her sister's phone... Nothing... At 2-3AM, I would finally get a hold of her drunk out of her mind in someone's dorm room....Usually a guy.. she would tell me that she was just drinking and not doing anything...and she would ALWAYS convince me she was telling the truth. In the back of my mind, I knew she was lying..but I just wouldn't listen to myself. I was absolutely in love with this girl. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, while I could regale you with all the horror stories from that relationship (and believe me, there are plenty), I'll save it for my memoirs. That relationship left me uncaring and untrusting for many many years after. And while it's finally behind me, Ali will always be the proverbial thorn in my side.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This song recounts that relationship and how her alcoholism related to the way she treated me. The protagonist in the song (me) repeats "Why do I jump to conclusions?" as she has convinced him that he is falsely accusing her...finally, out of exasperation, he believes her. He is in love...and there is no way for him to see what kind of a lying, cheating mess she is. He'll just live with the bad, so he can revel in the good when it finally comes along.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lyrics</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
hurricane, another slammed door <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
flask of whisky washed up on the shore <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My eyes
can’t rest until the phone rings and I hear your sweet goodnight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But at 2 AM,
I write a requiem to us <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">For which I
can’t recite <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I worry that
it may be closing time <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I will not
accept your last <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Call me
before my heart self-destructs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">From finding
out the truth again<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Go on, the
bar is calling you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Our plans
keep falling through <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You slept
over a friend’s last night <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Which
friend? No information <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Offer no
explanation <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No
accusation, but it don’t seem right <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I know you’d
never lie to me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You were
with your family <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Why do I
jump to conclusions? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
apology<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another dial
tone, another stomach flu <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
string of words that could not come from you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You tell me
you’ll love me forever and how I make you feel inside <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I hear the
tab open, and it begins again <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Good
evening, Mrs. Hyde<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Your band
sucks”, “Your music’s too mainstream,” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“You won’t
amount to anything,” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“You loser,”
“I never loved you” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then ten
minutes later you love me again<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Go on, the
party’s calling you <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Our plans
keep “falling through” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What
happened to our date last night? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You left me
waiting at the train station <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Offer no
explanation <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">No invitation
to your nonstop flight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I know you’d never lie to me <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You thought
that I would be at the party <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Why do I
jump to conclusions? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another
apology<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The
struggle’s terrifying, but it’s worth it<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">If I come
home to you everyday<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s just a
phase, you’ll probably get over it <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It never
used to be this way…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Why do I
jump to conclusions? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I just
apologize and tune out all your lies….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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