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Polarity/1 (feat. Donald Trump)

Everybody Loves Me

Nobody

Honesty

Sit Down

Believe Me

Strongman Sad

Info & Pix

THE ECONOMY / SUBPRIME

Plunder

Free Money
  - Subprime Version

Free Money
  - But You Have Pay

Winter In America

Home Sweet home

Charge It

Free Money Blues

In Dept We Trust Cribsheet

Home Sweet home Cribsheet

AudioPlasm - I'm So Broke

Koko Dozo - D.C. Whore
   -Subprime Version

PARODIES

Pepper Spray Tan

  Money (That's What They Want)

  You Really Got Me

  (Can't Get No) SATISFACTION

Polarity/1

  It Wasn't God Who Made Honky
    Psycho Bankers

  They Work Hard for the Moneys

HEALTH CARE

St.James Infirmary

CLIMATE CHANGE

One More Rain

HIT THE STREET

Pepper Spray Tan

Turn this Mess Around

Occupy This!

ISRAEL & 9/11

The Blood

70 Virgins

A Family Situation

POLITICANS

Duck

D.C. Whore

MEDIA

News Goo
  (The More You Watch,
   The Less You Know)

Prettier Than You

Garbage Man

Media Wars Cribsheet

Di Hard

WORKERS

In Dept We Trust Cribsheet

Pepper Spray Tan
   - Which Side Are You On

Swami Rivers

   May Day

   Which Side Are You On

CRIBSHEETS

Home Sweet Home Cribsheet

A Family Situation

Media Wars

Nelson Mandelas Cribsheet

Everybody Loves Me:

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices: Donald Trump;
Tenor sax: David Intrator; 

Everybody Loves Me lays out Trump’s constantly repeated bragging about how every ethnic, racial, gender, religious, ideological group loves him; how rich he is; how smart he is; how he’s universally adored. You can dance to his bragging about how smart he is, how Putin thinks he’s a genius, how he knows more about ISIS than the generals.

Honesty

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices: Trump; 
Track: P/1

Honesty is so Trump. Donald Trump loves honesty. It must be true, I heard it on Fox. You can tap your foot to his claim that Barak Obama is the founder of ISIS and to his dueling narratives about his connection / non-connection with Putin..

Nobody

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices: Trump;
Drums & Percussion: Andre Martinez; percussion, Guitar & Track: P/1

Nobody delivers Trump’s avowal of deep respect for women alongside his public statements that reveal the opposite. I could have composed a long symphony based on the available recorded statements full of ugly references to women but this pop music so we get just a few gems. The sweet polyrhythmic groove is a dance floor for Trump’s adolescent misogyny speaking on radio and TV with huge national audiences.

Sit Down

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices: Trump;
Drums & Percussion: Andre Martinez;
Blues Harp, Percussion & Track: P/1

In Sit Down Trump rhythmically asserts his love of Mexicans – y’know, those rapists and drug dealers destroying our nation. Like an angry dad to a child, Trump hollers Sit down! at a Latino journalist from Univision, a large Latin-American media outlet. Nobody doubts that he was ordering all Latinos to sit down.

Believe Me

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices: Donald Trump;
Guitar, Track: P/1

Only a serial liar and exaggerator punctuates his sentences with believe me as often as Donald Trump does. He gets funky on this track – rapping a duet with himself earnestly asserting his stand as pro-choice / pro-life, alerting an anxious America that President Obama was not born in the USA / was born in the USA. Period. You will also hear his extended treatise on climate change that, I swear, was not manufactured in my studio. It lays out as he originally delivered it.

Strongman Sad

words & music: Polar Levine

All voices & Sounds: Donald Trump

Strongman Sad is truly strange. I don't listen to a person's words; I listen to the music which tells you what the words mean. By music I mean body language, vocal tone and behavioral history. In Trump's bizarre speech to the CIA the music was really music. He whined about reports that his inauguration turnout the day before wasn't the big big Biggest of all time; about the photo showing empty fields, the same grounds which had been filled to capacity for Obama's inauguration; and how he looked out during his speech and swears he saw a million and a half people. He described this in the high pitched breathy tone he often uses to express shock over nasty things said about him. In this case that voice was a bluesy lament. In his mind this was the most urgent issue on the CIA's plate. I made only two or three tiny pitch adjustments to the melody as typically made in any recorded song you've heard in the past few decades when the singer goes slightly off pitch. Check out the speech on youTube. Around 9:40 in he starts on the inauguration crowd and continues after a silly untrue allegory about the rain that day. You'll hear the melody in Strongman Sad. It was a real challenge to figure out how to present this pathetic lament – Donald Trump actually singing. I decided to make his voice generate every sound on the track. Instead of an instrument playing the harmonies behind his melody I created a choir and bass. Even the drums and percussion are made from little pieces of his voice. It took three months of slogging away; lost sleep with dreams full of audio shrapnel and smelly droppings of those little vocal snippets. Finally it morphed into the bluesy tango you hear.

Info

words & music: Polar Levine

What started off as a gift to comedians has become a real world surreality. The entire planet has been hijacked into a Donald Trump reality show. With this project, Trump’s inane statements – his chaotic self-medication – can be heard in a fresh context to maintain a stream from his past statements to his actions as president. It’s too easy for a society hooked on every breaking news moment to lose the thread and normalize the bizarre. Unlike certain right wing activists, I didn’t cut & paste words out of context to portray a person saying something that was neither said nor ever would be said. Anybody with an audio app can make Martin Luther King sound like a racist or have Hitler reciting the Kol Nidre. I’ve cut his speech to match the tempo and feel of the rhythm and deleted a word here and there that in no way alters the context and meaning of the statements. They can be heard in his many rallies and interviews posted on youTube. That was the source of the material in the Pills.  The chorus of a song does take some liberties – my editorial moment. The chorus of Honesty has Trump saying: I love honesty. But its a lie. Those are two separate statements. I doubt he’s ever put those two phrases together, though his claim in Art of the Deal that he uses truthful hyperbole as a business tactic is clearly saying: it’s a lie. Trump’s history in business and now in politics makes I love honesty the most perfect joke – a haiku of jokes. Those three words are both the set-up and the punchline. The heart of each Pill –the verses– are his complete statements. I’ve also sliced & diced his voice into percussion instruments and harmonies, as well as some harmonic and textural elements in the background.  Trump’s  serial lies, non-sequitur boasts, contradictions and terms like respect as punctuation after insulting entire ethnic or gender groups and believe me at the end of a lie are so bizarre that you’d think only a deception artist could edit them in Trump’s mouth. But this is what he’s said. Repeatedly. It’s been his MO for decades. The focus of this project is Donald Trump, not his voters. Not his family or his hands or hair. It’s about his words and how his behavior shreds any cogent meaning from those words. It’s who this person truly is. These Pills are available for free download. Pass them around. Make videos. More are coming.

Plunder

Words: Polar Levine & Amy Dougluas
Music: Polar Levine

for Danny Schechter’s film, Plunder
P/1: track, guitars, vocals
D.A.V.: vocals, trombone
produced by Polarity/1

The shine on America's shoes got dulled
When Wall St. stepped into the Fuld
Congress paid off, workers laid off
Stanford, AIG and Madoff
Credit swaps and credit stops
Empty wallets, empty shops
Dead bank walking is triple A
Grampa loses 401k
Chorus:
      Plunder  It’s a capital crime
      Plunder  Will anybody do the time?
Money for nothing. Nothing for money
The housing bubble and the Easter bunny
The free market, Santa Claus
Fairy tales and a nation of laws
Bankruptcies, commodities
Retention bonus, credit freeze
We’re all paying for the bailout
Shakin the pitchfork, calling for a jailout Chorus
Clueless experts, clueless news
Waitin for the sound of dropping shoes
One shoe drops, the other shoe drops
One parachute drop ahead of the cops
Over-levereged, over-paid
Hard cash too easily made
Easy credit for easy crime
For the American dream - death by sub-prime
Chorus
Greenspan serving up the Kool Aide
Timebomb ticking on every trade
The mirror flatters; the razor.- sharp
On the company jet tootin' up the TARP
Masters of the universe.- the master's voice
Greed is the creed.- the drug of choice
Toxic assets - the master plan
Greed is the asset of the toxic man
Chorus

FREE MONEY - subprime version

words & music: Polar Levine

for Danny Schechter’s film, Plunder
P/1: Vocals, surdos, tamborims & track
produced by Polarity/1

Chorus:
     Got free money But you have to pay
     Free money But you have to pay
     Shop till you drop
     The American way
     Got free money But you have to pay

From the sea to shining sea
    Got free money But you have to pay
Signing up for bankruptcy
    Got free money But you have to pay
The credit was easy,  small print sleazy
The devil in the detail designed it to fail
We all got punked by the sub-prime junk
The sign on the lawn says the house is gone
Chorus
Late fee, Fi Fo Fum
    Got free money But you have to pay
I smell the work of a congressman
    Got free money But you have to pay
Being landed gentry sure feels comfy
But two jobs at Walmart won’t pay the monthly
Mama Mama did you come up short?
The fine print - read about it in court
Chorus
Abuse it; excuse it
    Got free money But you have to pay
It's all ours til we lose it
    Got free money But you have to pay
Buy buy buy til we die die die
Pay pay pay and get gray gray
Bumma Bumma Bumma gotta tow away the Humma
Living on the street til another con cumma
Chorus

FREE MONEY (but you have to pay)

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: Track, Surdos, tamborims & vocals
produced by Polarity/1

Chorus:
      Got free money but you have to pay
      Free money but you have to pay
      Shop till you drop -  the American way
      Got free money but you have to pay

From the sea to shining sea
    Got free money but you have to pay
Signing up for bankruptcy
    Got free money but you have to pay
Everyone's a card head, blind like a crack head
They send it in the mail Soon the house is for sale
Mastercard Visa pushin' to squeeze ya
Pre-approved by Amex for credit scamex

Chorus

Late fee, Fi Fo Fum
    Got free money but you have to pay
I smell the work of a congressman
    Got free money but you have to pay
That card in the mail do make you feel comfy
Two jobs at Wal-Mart won't pay the monthly
Mama Mama did you come up short
The fine print - read all about it in court

Chorus

Use it lose it
    Got free money but you have to pay
It's all ours and we choose it
    Got free money but you have to pay
Buy buy buy before we die die die
Pay pay pay and get gray gray
Bumma Bumma Bumma
Gotta tow away the Humma
But don't worry none
Another credit card a-cumma

Chorus

WINTER IN AMERICA - chills to the bone

words & music: Polar Levine

D.A.V.: vocal
P/1: track
produced by Polarity/1

He had time. Had the world in his pocket
You never rock it chilly chilly smooth
Never tip the tip the ship the ship
If it ain't broke, don't fix it
20 years drinkin' beers slappin' backs
One vacation one heart attack
Honest work honest pay honest town
Just an American lad and his lassie
20 years poppin' rivets in a chassis
American dream died in its sleep
Kids go hungry when you get the pink sheet
Your luck is down they closed the plant
We get laid off Bob gets paid off
Whatcha gonna say when you get home
It's winter in America chills to the bone
Chorus:
       It's winter in America  Chills to the bone
       It's winter in America  You're on your own
       The devil wants you on the phone
You walk the streets all day  Three months no job no pay 
You believe the system works for you
But it's power lunch and you're the beef stew
You walk the streets all day  Three months no job no pay
You believe the system works for you
But it's power lunch and you're the beef stew

Your wife out lookin' for a slave
Four kids sittin' home alone
You tried to raise em right
Before you know they'll be suckin' on a crack pipe
Feelin' weak like a gun at your back
Kids go hungry while
Bob's kids have a Big Mac
Ok just chill
You know this won't last long
Word to the president
He says there's nothing wrong
Chorus
Birth to your fifth child
Her hunger screams are wild
What's 20 years in the union for?
Congratulations you're one of the poor
Pray to the lord for a friend
Empty pockets tell you to fend for yourself
Your self respect on a shelf
It's the last of your wealth you'll get no help
Initiation to the welfare line
Emasculation complete you're beat  Broke down cryin'
Chorus
Two years pass, your pride is gone
Your wife is silent, the bank took your home
Remember times when her body felt warm
Now the look in her eyes could scare away a snow storm
Children cryin' pounds your brain
Politician says, "The union's to blame"
You dream about politicians one night
You blast em with an Uzi like 1,000 points of light
Wake up from the dream feelin' fine
Spend your last dollar on a nine
Chorus:
     It's winter in America Chills to the bone
     It's winter in America You're on your own
     The devil wants you on the phone
     It's winter in America  You lose your home
     The devil wants you on the phone
There ain't no time to grieve
Your kids look crazy they tug at your sleeve
Your wife's eyes stab at your heart
You're up like a bomb, smack her down - depart
It's the first time you ever hit your girl
You think about the gun the mother of pearl
Your brain's on fire your legs can't stand
Is this really you  with a gun in your hand?
Chorus
Seven winds blow through the town
Seven shots and the flesh is torn
Seven people dead in the Detroit dawn
Somewhere out there's seven new people born 
Chorus:
     It's winter in America Chills to the bone
     It's winter in America  Chills to the bone

HOME SWEET HOME

John Howard Payne & Sir Henry Bishop,
new lyrics by Polar Levine

P/1: vocals & track
produced by Polarity/1

Some live by religion
Some of us common sense
Some love their neighbors
Some want to build a fence
Half of life is spirit
The rest is skin and bone
They all come together
In the place that we call home
Chorus:
Home Home sweet, sweet Home
There's no place like Home
There's no place like Home
I work hard to make a living
It’s hard from nine to five
But it’s home that does the giving
It’s where I am alive
The world is very hungry
Sometimes it eats its own
I’m going where I’m someone
I’m on my way home
Chorus
My house ain’t no cash cow
Ain’t no golden goose
It don’t flip like a gymnast
Ain’t liquid like juice
I watch my kids sleeping
They’re real, not Kodachrome
Not living on some property
They’re growing in our home
Chorus

CHARGE IT

John Howard Payne & Sir Henry Bishop,
new lyrics by Polar Levine

P/1: Track & vocals
Rubio: Vocals
produced by Polarity/1

Tight money's causing some stressin’
Daddy's on the run cause the IRS is pressin'
Mama bought a sofa cause she's depressin'
Little man sweatin' for a BMX
Big sister shot her movie by bouncin' checks
I'm overdrawn on the Amex
How am I gonna replace my wreck?

CHORUS: Charge it

Tell me how can a poor man live?
How much interest does he have to give?
The system gettin oppressive
The loan shark at the bank
Is giving him the shank
The one in the alley is scary
We're robbing Peter and Paul
Cause we got to pay Mary
How we gonna pay for our getaway

CHORUS: Charge it

Santa Clause is comin' to town
He's making a list -- no money down
Got everything you prayed for
Except that it ain't paid for
Just do exactly what Santa do

CHORUS: Charge it

FREE MONEY BLUES

words by Polar Levine

Danny Schechter's film, In Debt We Trust.
P/1: Vocals, 12-string guitar,t electric guitar & track
produced by Polarity/1

Got a letter this morning with a shiny card
Bought a pickup truck and it wasn’t hard
Bought a big fat sofa and a big flat screen
Got the little woman a new washing machine
Told the landlord to shove it
Bought a house with a yard
Bought the lock, stock and barrel
Of my credit card
Chorus: Got free money
               But you have to pay
               Free money
               But you have to pay
The monthly went north
And my job went south
Now the garage is empty
Dog food in my mouth
Wife is out late working two shifts
Christmas tree lonely standing over no gifts
The bank took the pickup and the video game
Found out about the RV
And they’re making a claim
They’re sittin’ in my box at the Astrodome
Now the bankers are dancin’
In my broken home
But I ain’t down yet, it’s all ok
‘Cause a new card came in the mail today
Chorus

IN DEPT WE TRUST CRIBSHEET

words by Polar Levine

Voices: Danny Schechter & sound bites from his                      film, IN DEBT WE TRUST P/1:  track produced by Polarity/1

HOME SWEET HOME  CRIB SHEET

music by Polar Levine

Voices: Danny Schechter
sound bites from his film, IN DEBT WE TRUST
Sampled music: The Knickerbocker Quartet -                               HOME SWEET HOME
(John Howard Payne & Sir Henry Bishop)                            Edison Ambersol Cylinder
P/1:  track
produced by Polarity/1

AUDIOPLASM - I'M SO BROKE

(Polarity/1 & Rubio
words Polar Levine & James Fiorentino;
music: Polar Levine

for Danny Schechter’s film, In Debt We Trust
Rubio: Vocals, drum programming, bass
P/1: Guitars
produced by Polarity/1

Ain’t no joke  For real I’m broke
I got a ways to go and no dough
Nothing to show
Up all night. Can’t sleep right. My head’s tight
Gotta buy food, clothes, books
And it looks like there’s holes in my shoes
What to do?
My credit card’s full and it’s due
No job, no time no reason, no rhyme
Gotta get it together before I’m a mess
Walk the line between ruin and success
I confess, no joke, for real, I’m broke
Chorus: I’m so broke
               I’m so broke
               I’m so broke
               I’m so broke
They signed me up for credit. I already regret it
Drove home with my Honda
Now the bank coming to get it
The fool from the bank knows just where I am
Gimme a ham and cheese
Waite a minute, hold the ham
Waiting on tables just to pay for the cable
And what’s left in my pocket
Goes to keep me off the docket
Credit’s a scam, led me on like a John
Just a tool for the con
Five grand poorer since the laste time we spoke
And it ain’t no joke
I’m so fucking broke
Chorus

KOKO DOZO - D.C. WHORE - subprime

words: Polar Levine & Amy Dougluas
music: Polar Levine

Amy D: vocals
P/1: guitar, track
produced by Polarity/1

Zit cream soda and a slice to go
I’m Sally in the alley with Curly and Moe
I’m a corporate girl in a corporate suit
Edible panties and a sack of toot
Flying company jet cause I know the boss
Dipped his résumé in my special sauce
Got my little black book and I’m ready to score
Get your dick out your pocket, I’m a D.C. whore
Pre-Chorus: I pay your way, that’s right
                      I don’t testify
                      You will make my day
                      Or kiss your seat goodbye
Chorus: Got a no-bid contract, Bob
               Pussy full of gold
               Ballin’ every PR slob,
               To keep the trail ice cold.
               Ain’t a congressman in town,
               Can’t be bought or sold
               So, plug it in the socket, I'm a D.C. whore
               Let’s go make us a war
I’m a contract bitch on a secret mission
My tits on a hook, I’m goin’ fishin’
Going up to the penthouse to polish the brass
Serving up my biomass
Come on up baby, don’t make me wait
Tell me a secret, let’s consumate
Got bubble trouble from the subprime loan?
Gonna suck that market clean to the bone
Pre-Chorus / Chorus
It’s a money town with no meter maid
II put a bulge in your pocket; we all get paid
Main St. bitchin’ ‘bout the credit crunch?
Some property there we can have for lunch
Play the bleeding heart on the Senate floor
But you vote at the pleasure of your D.C. whore
Pre-Chorus / Chorus

St.James Infirmary

Public domain; new lyrics Polarity/1

P/1: vocals & track produced by Polarity/1

I went down to St. James Infirmary
60 people were waiting there
It was 8 AM in the morning
And we barely had the cab fare
I First they handed me a pile of papers
The first page was easy to do
It said who is your health insurer
I wrote ‘none’ and turned to page two
All the same old questions
I answered 20 times before
Did they ever hear of computers?
This is what they were invented for
By noon my little girl is bent over
The pain was getting really bad
Babies screamed, people spittin blood
The worst morning we ever had
The whole emergency unit was spinning
We had nothing to eat all day
By 3:45 she was barely alive
Nobody seemed to look our way
They finally examined her that evening
They wanted to operate
We can barely pay the mortgage
So the operation had to wait
I went down to St. James Infirmary
To see my baby there,
She was lyin' on a long white table,
So sweet, so cool, so fair
We’ll take her out to the graveyard
We’ll all be dressed in black
A family of three driving to a park
Only two of us are coming back

One More Rain

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: Vocals, guitars produced by Polarity/1

I was born in the winter on a chilly day
80 degrees and going down
The sun was laughin' as it dropped away
Behind the Statue of Liberty’s crown
The New York Yankees were a baseball team
From my home town so long ago
Before they left for way up north
Where sometimes in winter they still get snow
Chorus:
   One more rain
   One more rain
   One more day of rain
   You can see out the window  all you need to know
   The water’s rising – it’s time to go

Mama reached New York at a real young age
From a place called San Antonio
Outside her window – the water's rage
Busted the gates of the Alamo
So many packed and they moved up here
Cold and muddy, without no home
An empty old ruin is where they'd stay
Till old Yankee stadium got washed away
Chorus:
Way far back a scared little boy
Crossed the ocean on a crowded ship
A giant lady said "now you're home"
Pointed to Manhattan with her finger tip
I read all about the old Broadway
They say people used to walk there right on the ground
Now that giant lady the little boy saw
Is standing in the water up to her jaw
Chorus:
My grandma told it a hundred times
They warned for years ‘bout the coming change
Politicians did nothin’ while it all got worse
Puppies on the leash of the corporate purse
Chorus:
One more rain
One more rain
One more day of rain
   You can see out the window  all you need to know
   The water’s rising – it’s time to go
     One more rain  One more rain  One more day of rain
     You can see out the window  all you need to know
     Take a last look around  It’s time to go

I was born in the winter on a chilly day  80 degrees and going down
Never been that cold since then   I'm tired of thinkin' what might of been

Pepper Spray Tan

words & music: Polar Levine

Come all you good workers
and all you dispossessed
The perps are not in prison.
Nobody has confessed
Chorus:
   Which side are you on, boys?
   Which side are you on?
   Which side are you on, girls?

Which side are you on?
My daddy was a banker
but I'm not a banker's son
I refuse to profit
from the pain of anyone
My mama was a waitress
and I'm a waitress' girl
I take nobody's orders
I'm here to feed the world
Chorus:
We'll occupy the city
We'll occupy the town
We're an occupational hazard
till justice comes around
Corporate-owned country
eating corporate ruined food
We'll be making lots of noize here
cause we won't be subdued
Chorus

TURN THIS MESS AROUND

words & music: Polar Levine

Scott Allen: lead vocals
rCyn: rap
P/1: guitars, banjo, track, lead & BKG vocals
Chagmion Antoine & Daniel Baez: BKG vocals
produced by Polarity/1

The money
   isn't playing nice
When greed is a virtue
   Justice is a vice
We can hear it
   In the chaos is a choice
Get near it
   Turn a need into a voice
Coastal cities, inland towns
In the street together
     Step up
Chorus:
  Turn this  Turn this mess
  Turn this mess around
  Turn this mess around
  Fight it Fix it
  Turn this mess around
  Turn this shit aroundt
We can hear it  Get near it
Coastal cities  Inland towns
In the street together
We gotta turn this mess around
Chorus
The heart of the cop is in our zone
But his hand is ready on the Coppertone
Action banging in the iPhone
Digits pumpin the genome
The genome connected to the justice bone
Buried in the rubble of a home loan
The hive is alive
   Arrive
We gotta turn this fuckin mess around
Chorus:

OCCUPY THIS

words & music: Polar Levine

Credits Coming Soon

THE BLOOD

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: lead & background vocals, track
Scott Allen: background vocals
Produced by Polarity/1

It is known that we have been abused
But now you think the world
Is owing you some kind of dues
Now you lie. But you told me you were fair
There's vengeance in your smile
And your love has just grown weak and bare
Now I no longer feel that we're bound
But when I sleep you call to me, Israel
When I sleep You call to me, Israel
Through the years we were the chosen few
Who were given the message
Look what hatred can do
Now your armies are chewing up the land
Disowning your own brothers
While your valley is turning back to sand
The dove won't fly
Your arrogance has chained it to the ground
But when I sleep you call to me, Israel
When I sleep you call to me, Israel

Chorus:
   You cut through my veins
    You're in my bone
    You're in my blood
    But you'll never be my home
    You cut through my veins
    You're in my bone
    You're in my blood
    And you won't leave me alone


You cut through my veins. You're in my bone
You're in my blood. But you'll never disown me
You can't disown me, You shed your blood
You're shedding the blood
And I know you're not alone

70 VIRGINS

words & music: Polar Levine

In memory of the victims of 9/11 and the war in Iraq
For Salman Ahmad, Sherry Ahmad and Junoon

P/1: Programming, digital drums & percussion,
        metal shaker, vocals
Jim Savitt: Lead guitar  •  David Gervais: Guitars
D.A.V.: Background vocals
produced by Polarity/1

A blue sky is dripping red
A sea of oil
Anoints the dead
Tell me again, what's that you said?
Who is that you're paying?
I hear somebody praying
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of greed is the son of the man
This was not some cosmic plan

Chorus:
   70 virgins in the sky  [3x]
   A tank full of gas and a plane to fly


Tithing in the church of fear  The rabbis cheer
Say again, where it's in the book
About that girl you're flogging
And that land you're hogging
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of hate is the son of the man
This was not some cosmic plan

Chorus

Sweet revenge for the chosen son
Wave the flag  Salute the gun
Tell me again, what's that you said?
What is it you're hiding?
The news you're not providing
The innocents will foot the bill
The guilty aren't speaking
The God of war is the son of the man
This is not some cosmic plan

Chorus:
   An S.U.V. and a rockin' band  [3x]
   A tank full of gas and Disneyland


A FAMILY SITUATION

words & music: Polar Levine

Madness!
Terror makes a fist from a kiss
Genocide —
call it what you willDogma —
a crutch that make the blood spill
Now the ew the e eele flies
With a bomb in its beak
The terror shreiagle flies
With a bomb in its beak
The terror shriek —
the goo of news-speak
Nine One One Oh OneHate like a cloud covers the sun
The future’s begunWe won, we won —
we’re free!
'Cause we’re a familyymily

D.C. WHORE

Words: Polar Levine & Amy Dougluas
Music: Polar Levine

Amy D: vocals
P/1: guitar, track
Produced by Polarity/1

Zit cream soda and a slice to go
I’m Sally in the alley with Curly and Moe
I’m a corporate girl in a corporate suit
Edible panties and a sack of toot
Flying company jet cause I know the boss
Dipped his résumé in my special sauce
Got my little black book and I’m ready to score
Get your dick out your pocket, I’m a D.C. whore
Pre-Chorus: I pay your way, that’s right
        I don’t testify
        You will make my day
        Or kiss your seat goodbye
Chorus:
       Got a no-bid contract, Bob
        Pussy full of gold
        Ballin’ every PR slob,
        To keep the trail ice cold.
        Ain’t a congressman in town,
        Can’t be bought or sold
        So, plug it in the socket, I'm a D.C. whore
        Let’s go make us a war

I’m a contract bitch on a secret mission
My tits on a hook, I’m goin’ fishin’
Going up to the penthouse to polish the brass
Serving up my biomass
Come on up baby, don’t make me wait
Tell me a secret, let’s consumate
Got bubble trouble from the subprime loan?
Gonna suck that market clean to the bone
Pre-Chorus / Chorus
It’s a money town with no meter maid
II put a bulge in your pocket; we all get paid
Main St. bitchin’ ‘bout the credit crunch?
Some property there we can have for lunch
Play the bleeding heart on the Senate floor
But you vote at the pleasure of your D.C. whore
Pre-Chorus / Chorus

DUCK

words & music: Polar Levine

For the victims of Hurricane Katrina.
P/1: Track, lead & background vocals
Rubio: Rhodes & background vocals
Katy Martin: Xtra vocals
produced by Polarity/1

Weasel droppings on the flooded skyline
Gassy foam from the tabloid byline
Waiters and getters Goiters and betters
Corporate bedwetters, aiders, abetters
Spin their story of Storyville City
Where the folks is happy
And the jazz so pretty
America dreams on an oily lake
Golden goose-step for Jesus' sake
Department of sleepwalk
And binary small talk
Cakewalk on water to attend the wake
Bridge: Notable notables keeping score
              Donut holes on the ballroom floor
              K Street paid to handle the door
              for the donut holes on the ballroom floor
              You don't hear what you say
              You don't say what you know
              You beg for my vote like a crackhead ho
              Bullshit flow goes only to flip flop
              But you don't live
              Where the rust goes drip drop
              Streets you deplete
              Are not where your kids go
              We follow the leaders
              You follow the dough

Chorus:
      If it quacks like a duck, walks like a duck
       Looks like a duck –  It must be a hunter
       Duck, brother, duck

Spyboy hanging up top the mast
Gettin' heavy on the levee but relief not fast
Play some of that good ol' jazz
(Yeah, play dat jazz)
For that gang of Texans
marching back to the past
And livin' large, Sarge
And not takin' charge, Sarge
Of the Mardi Gras on the sinking barge
Root toot goes the second line
Drinkin' wine spodee odee
On the 50 yard line
A fine job, Brownie just fine
Blackie on the housetop, watchin'
his family dyin'
Smells like death, yo. Yo, hold your breath
Excuses flyin' like crystal meth

Bridge
Chorus

PEPPER SPRAY TAN
  MONEY (that's what they want)

Janie Bradford & Berry Gordy
new lyrics by Polar Levine
uncopyrighted new lyrics

Daniel Baez: Vocals
P/1: Guitars, track
produced by Polarity/1

The best things in life are free
But it's only true for you and me.
Chorus: They want more money
               That's what they want
               That's what they want, yeah
               That's what they want

Your money gives them a thrill
They'll use your money to pay their bills
Chorus
Money buys them private air-o-planes
So please don't tax them on their capital gains
Chorus
Money don’t get every thing it's true
But it's only true for me and you. Please give them
Chorus

PEPPER SPRAY TAN
  YOU REALLY GOT ME

Ray Davies; new lyrics by Polar Levine
uncopyrighted new lyrics

Daniel Baez: Vocals
P/1: Guitars, track
produced by Polarity/1

Bank    You got me going now
You got me so I have no house to live in
Bank   You really got me now
I have no place to sleep at night
Yeah   You really got me now.
You got me so I have no job to go to
Oh yeah  You really got me now
You got me marchin' and ocuppyin'
You really got me. You really got me. You really got me
Bank   You really got it now
You made it so you own the government
Bank   You really got me
You got me so I can't get out of debt
Yeah   You really got me now
You got me so I have no healthcare plan
Oh yeah  You really got me now
Got me marchin' and ocuppyin'
You really got me. You really got me. You really got me
Debt   Will never set me free
You made it so I'll never pay it off
Bank   You really got me now
You are a legal Bernie Maydoff
Yeah   You really got me now.
You got me so I have no job to go to
Oh yeah  You really got me now You got me
marchin' and ocuppyin'
You really got me. You really got me.
You really got me

PEPPER SPRAY TAN
  I CAN'T GET NO SATISFACTION

Mick Jagger & Keith Richards;
new lyrics by Polar Levine
uncopyrighted new lyrics

Daniel Baez: Vocals
P/1: Guitars, track
produced by Polarity/1

Chorus: He can't get no satisfaction
               He can't get no satisfaction
               But he'll try, and he'll try
               and he'll try, and he'll try.
               He can't get no   He can't get no
When he's drivin' in his .car
and he sees a house with a bigger pool
Now he's thinkin' more and more
about some useful information.
So he can gain some market traction
 He can't get no    Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey  that' what I say
Chorus
When he's watchin' stock returns
And that number on the board is tellin' him
How white his shirts could be
If he could get that house with the bigger pool
Gotta sell some junk to a hopeless fool
He can't get no. Oh, no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey that' what I say
Chorus

IT WASN'T GOD WHO MADE
HONKY PSYCHO BANKERS

Jay D. Miller;
new lyrics by Polar Levine
uncopyrighted new lyrics

P/1: vocals, Guitars, track
produced by Polarity/1

Chorus:
       It wasn't God who made honky psycho bankers
       With superPac money up their sleeves
       It wasn't God who kicked famililes out their houses
       And made the USA a den of thieves
You may remember when the middle class was solvent
Or it maybe was before you were born
It was all changed by an addiction to money
And morality deep-fried in porn.
Chorus
I want my little girl to go to college
And be free of the stupidness of men
And to never sell the world like a default swap.
Or trade people like a hedge fund or a yen
Chorus

THEY WORK HARD FOR THE MONEYS

Credits Coming Soon


NEWS GOO
(the more you watch, the less you know)

music: Polar Levine

D.A.V.: rap, BKG vocals
P/1: BKG vocals, track
produced by Polarity/1

Communication Breakdown  Pause for this message Wake up
Every station is identification
Global syndication is shaping the nation
ABC-Disney, NBC-GE  Murdoch is Foxy and we're the hen
He owns the pen, the camera, the sword.
Buy a Coke, buy a Ford  Gettin broke? Getting bored?
Selling attitude like food for the masses
Junk consumption. We're lumpen
A bumpkin to the corporate state
You cannot satiate what you can't negotiate
Your will's been snatched, The bill's attached
Flim-flam diagram, data-jam, handi-cam
Caught it  Yo, you bought it
A mind is a profitable thing to waste
Ya want another taste, baby? We got
Chorus: News Goo - What we need to know
               News Goo - What we want to know
               News Goo - What we think we know
               Got remote control to choose the show.
               But the more we watch, the less we know
               Ignorance grows on the spirit like a tumor
               Till freedom is a rumor
What we WANT What we NEED  What we WANT What we NEED
Do we even know who plants the seed? 
You think the media works for you but it's a job for them, they're just selling brew
Who owns the media? Who does it speak for?
Your butt on the sofa, leave your mind at the door and that's what entertainment is for.
It's the drug of the century, the soul's penitentiary
Sad what they call a news report: Who's fucking who and OJ in court
News is not supposed to entertain, to drug the soul to kill the pain
But it all adds up to someone's capital gain
News goo - no explanation  We're lost in the fields of information plantation
We'll be back after this station identification
Chorus
So where's the news of a people left out? Put a camera in my face just to hear me shout
But they don't wanna hear what I shout about  Ya love it when we're cuffed.
but not a people rebuffed   We never play a lead in the sitcom you call the news
Unless we are accused, the positive refused
It's the poor and unschooled that most need dope  but it's the inside dope that holds the hope
Can't cope with the selling of news like toothpaste, spitting out headlines in mad haste
We gotta stop the flow of news goo keepin' us drunk on a sugary brew
In the Information Age what we lack is information
Just a crew of haircuts and info-pretension with a pun and a smile to hold our attention
Like we're a nation of children  Goo goo is the intention
We are what we eat - we are what we know  but information is owned
By those who own the show and control the flow  More when we return. Gotta go
Chorus
Westinghouse and Minnie Mouse in the house makin' heat in the executive suite
The future conceived on the bottom line and
when the contracts are sorted -  truth is aborted
I'm not a niche group or a fool or a poll   Their dumbing us down is gonna take it's toll
There's money to be made for making me a pawn  The bill gets paid when democracy's gone
With every corporate merge ya know there's a purge
They splurge on the debt and the news gets the net
The public sector needs a news dissector to separate the hairspray from the Mayday
The Press is supposed to educate, cast light on the snake - not force-feed the cake
But the state of the Press is a crime, it's fake
500 hundred channels - no reason to rejoice  We have too much choice and not enough voice
We now resume our regular programming
Chorus

PRETTIER THAN YOU
Love Is Hard

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: lead vocals, guitar, track
—Rubio: BKG vocals
—Ginetta Vendetta: Trumpet
produced by Polarity/1

Allison ponders a man named Mose
He's up on a mountain with his bush a-burnin'
Was he sucking on Yvonne's toes?
While girl sits home all toss and turnin'
Cold compress and a dose of religion
A yen to confess what's in her bones
Shopping for shoes in lieu of livin'
Then bolt the door and get on with jones
Stairwell dank in the cold of summer
Love is hard no love's a bummer
I know

Chorus: Love is hard
                  Lovelorn        
               Love is hard
                  shopworn
               Got to slow down
                 Got to slow down
               Slow down
               To get born

Moses suits up, shoots up the fast lane
Swims upstream in digital pool
Knocking down pussy like lines of cocaine
A gut full of gimme and a mouth full of drool
Sweet sixteen in the neighbor's yard
Someone else's buns in the oven
Mo is whackin' the doggie hard
Twenty times two but no real lovin'
Love is hard where the fun is easy
Heart gets tired while the nose gets greasy
I know

Chorus

GARBAGE MAN

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: .Guitar, keyboards, programming, blues harp, caixa, repinique, triangles, lead & background vocals
Rubio: Rhodes, digital drums, keyboards, BKG vocals
produced by Polarity/1

Chorus:
   I am, I am  [3x]  Garbage Man
   I am, I am  [3x]  Your garbage Man

Laugh lines drip down Botox face
That's me, baby, parkin' in your private space
Got a tickly throat and some dental floss for the
Pits from the fruit of your special sauce
Amour mama, and a sleek toupee
Better save your coupons
Where the hound dogs pray
So let's sit around and uh, chase our tails
You can rev your Jetson on my monorail
Go 'head - eat that stanky gourmet cheese
I’m gonna eat that chicken you holdin'
'Tween your knees

Chorus: I am, I am  [3x]  Garbage Man
               I am, I am  [3x]  Your garbage Man
               I spit more trash than your TV can

Get me on your talk show Feed me any line
Gonna spin my mojo where the sun don't shine
I can whistle Dixie You ain't heard nothin' yet
Like that Fox who's howlin' on your TV set
I'm howlin' sweeter than Wolf or John Cocaine
Where the hills are alive like Kurt Cobain
I'm smokin' TNT, drinkin' liquid spite
I hope the FCC start a fight

Chorus: I am, I am  [3x]  Garbage Man
               I am, I am  [3x]  Your garbaget Man
               I spit more trash than your TV can
               I am, I am  [3x]  Your garbage Man
               Well, The Fathers don't know
               But Mrs. Neilson understand



MEDIA WARS CRIBSHEET

words & music: Polar Levine

credits coming soon

DI HARD

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: lead & BKG vocals, track
Scott Allen & Sabina Sciubba: BKG tvocals
produced by Polarity/1

Di! The photographer screamed and she died  Everybody cried
We're dizzy - sleeping off a lifetime snooze
Wasted on celebrity news  Intelligence abused
By the fools who kill or this stuff
Our hunger for fluff; awareness is snuffed
Do we ever get enough? Flash cubes Trash news
The lame lead the lame and the good die young
The paparazzi made the chase
But who really deserves to be hung?
Those who profit from this disease
Please have no doubt: they put this contract out
A real person forced to take flight
In the tunnel of a Paris night
Like a monkey on a chain  to entertain us with her pain
Yeah, the good die young and the bad get paid
You know it's depraved
She's worth more in pain than healthy and sane
We're all being sucked. And who pulls the chain?
The sickness we use to entertain our blues She couldn't survive
But the Church of Murdoch still gonna thrive 
A real person forced to take flight in the tunnel of a Paris night
Like a monkey on a chain  to entertain us with her pain

Chorus:
    Will this thing  that we call God come down
    and help us start this song again
    To learn to live inside our skin
    and sing it right next time around

We elevate our best then shoot them down
Self-hatred we were taught The dogma we bought
We gotta make the stars fall
- a drug to help us feel less small
This damn web we made and those fools get paid
To dig up the dirt and beat the drum  in our sad parade
of the lonely, the lost  like ghosts we're tossed by
the latest consumer breeze
We're squeezed - played in this material world
The next Jesus will have to be a pretty girl
who we'll worship and diss, stalk and chase
in our pornographic need to fill a space
as we fade into blue with a surgical grin
and we're told again and again and again
how we're so full of sin
Thrown out of the garden, our emptiness grew
"she took you in and she belonged to you"
A real person forced to take flight  in the
tunnel of a Paris night  like a monkey on a chain
To entertain us with her pain

Chorus

IN DEBT WE TRUST
CRIBSHEET

music: Polar Levine

Voices: Danny Schechter & sound bites from his                      film, IN DEBT WE TRUST P/1:  track produced by Polarity/1

PEPPER SPRAY TAN
Which Side Are Your On

Music-trad.;
original lyrics-Florence Reece;
new lyrics-Polar Levine

Come all you good workers
and all you dispossessed
The perps are not in prison.
Nobody has confessed
Chorus: Which side are you on, boys?
               Which side are you on?
               Which side are you on, girls?

Which side are you on?
My daddy was a banker
but I'm not a banker's son
I refuse to profit
from the pain of anyone
My mama was a waitress
and I'm a waitress' girl
I take nobody's orders
I'm here to feed the world
Chorus
We'll occupy the city
We'll occupy the town
We're an occupational hazard
till justice comes around
Corporate-owned country
eating corporate ruined food
We'll be making lots of noize here
cause we won't be subdued
Chorus

SWAMI RIVERS
May Day

words & music: Polar Levine

P/1: Vocals, guitars
produced by Polarity/1

Big ship on the ocean going up in smoke
One part dancing, ninety-nine parts broke
 The captain gets a bonus even if it sinks
While the rest of us will fade away
Chorus: Workers in trouble. It's time to shout
                  May Day
               Unions gettin' busted. Got to shout
                  May Day
               Decent people need a decent Pay Day
               Sing it - MayDay  MayDay  MayDay
               Bring it - MayDay  MayDay  MayDay
Miner's juggling chunks of coal
A waitress spinning a salad bowl
A teacher grading papers cause she thinks it's cool
And we cut 'em off like they're weeds
Chorus
Dead in the water, everybody's scared
Outsourced the lifeboats; nobody cared
We get what we pay for. Noone will be spared
Free market won't save the day
Sandy left a message; it was very clear.
Get off that carbon or you’re outa here
But Exxon Mobile owns the atmosphere.
People left out in the rain
Chorus

SWAMI RIVERS
Which Side Are You On

Music-trad.;
original lyrics-Florence Reece;
new lyrics-Polar Levine

Come all you good workers
and all you dispossessed
The perps are not in prison. 
Nobody has confessed
Chorus: Which side are you on, boys? 
                Which side are you on?
                Which side are you on, girls? 
Which side are you on?
My daddy was a banker 
but I'm not a banker's son
I refuse to profit 
from the pain of anyone
My mama was a waitress 
and I'm a waitress' girl
I take nobody's orders
I'm here to feed the world
Chorus
We'll occupy the city
We'll occupy the town
We're an occupational hazard 
till justice comes around
Corporate-owned country 
eating corporate ruined food
We'll be making lots of noize here 
cause we won't be subdued
Chorus

HOME SWEET HOME
Cribsheet

music: Polar Levine

Voices: Danny Schechter & sound bites from his                      film, IN DEBT WE TRUST
Sampled music: The Knickerbocker Quartet -                               HOME SWEET HOME
(John Howard Payne & Sir Henry Bishop)                            Edison Ambersol Cylinder P/1:  track produced by Polarity/1

A FAMILY SITUATION

music: Polar Levine

Madness!Terror makes a fist from a kiss
Genocide —
call it what you willDogma —
a crutch that make the blood spill
Now the ew the e eele flies With a bomb in its beak
The terror shreiagle flies With a bomb in its beak
The terror shriek — the goo of news-speak
Nine One One Oh OneHate like a cloud covers the sun
The future’s begunWe won, we won — we’re free!
'Cause we’re a familyymily

MEDIA WARS

music: Polar Levine

Credits coming soon

NELSON MANDELAS CRIBSHEET

music: Polar Levine

Credits coming soon