The God Of Science

[Sung  to the tune of The Sound Of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel]

Hello darkness, my old friend,

Your people talk of you again,

Because of visions they are not seeing,

Out in the open but still not seeing,

As divisions of what's unseen in the brain

Still remain

Thanks to their God of Science.

In restless dreams I walked alone,

Narrow streets of cobblestone;

'Neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light

That split the night

Thanks to their God of Science.

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand people, maybe more,

People living without breathing,

People touching without feeling,

People writing code for programs in the brain

Which would explain

Their mighty God of Science.

"Fools," said I, "you do not know

Science like a cancer grows;

Hear my words that I might teach you;

Take my arms that I might reach you,"

But my words like silent raindrops fell

And echoed in the wells of Science.

And the people bowed and prayed

To the neon God they made

And the sign flashed its warning

In the words that it was forming

And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls,"

And worshipped was the God of Science.

[Copyright 2025 Paul Simon / Thomas L. Carlos]

Thank You For The Kevlar

[Sung to the tune of Thank You For The Music by ABBA]

I'm nothing special, in fact, I'm a bit of a dud;

If I told a joke, you'd probably throw bricks of mud,

But I'm wearing armor and I have this shield,

Whatever you throw at me, I still will not yield

To your hatred and spite

Or that sting in your tail or your bite.

Chorus:

So I say thank you for the Kevlar I've started wearing

For the filth, the wisecracks and swearing;

Who'd survive without it, this place was just like Kharkiv or Tel Aviv

Where bombs and rockets rained down from the skies;

So I say thank you for the Kevlar, safeguards me from you guys.

Mama says I hated fighting when I was a child,

Um-hmm, she says it was coz my nature was way much too mild,

And I've often wondered how it might've been

Had I been a tough guy like, well, Steve McQueen

Or Chuck Norris or Blade,

Never one to back down or afraid.

[repeat chorus]

Sub-Chorus:

I've been so lucky, 

I could've have had my head blown off;

Here in the trenches of this hostile platform

Everyone has his sights locked on you.

Chorus:

Thank you for the Kevlar I've started wearing

For the filth, the wisecracks and swearing;

Who'd survive without it, this place was just like Kharkiv or Tel Aviv

Where bombs and rockets rained down from the skies;

So I say thank you for the Kevlar, safeguards me from you guys;

So I say thank you for the Kevlar, safeguards me from you guys.

[Copyright 2024 Thomas L. Carlos]

Washington's Broken

[sung to the tune of Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens]

Washington's broken since the first morning

When it was spoken: Hail the new Chief;

Bad news for blacklisted nation Muslims

And beneficiaries of Obamacare.

Blame not the gun laws for all the gun deaths,

So says the White House, but mental health;

Mocks global warming;

Talks about bombing

Kim Jong-un's people by means of stealth.

Good news for poachers, bad news for elephants
Who had Obama watching their backs;

Snubs his own people, prefers the Russians,
Hates when reporters report the facts.

Washington's broken since the first morning

When it was spoken: Hail the new Chief;

Bad news for blacklisted nation Muslims

And beneficiaries of Obamacare.

[Copyright 2017 Thomas L. Carlos]

Oh When Donald's On His Phone

[sung to the tune of Old MacDonald Had A Farm]

Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o,

What's on his mind will soon be known, e-i-e-i-o,

With a tweet-tweet here and a tweet-tweet there,

Here a tweet, there a tweet, everywhere a tweet-tweet,

Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o.

You'll know he's still up late at night, e-i-e-i-o,

With a tweet-tweet here and a tweet-tweet there,

Here a tweet, there a tweet, everywhere a tweet-tweet,

Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o.

And spelling was of no concern, e-i-e-i-o,

With a tweet-tweet here and a tweet-tweet there,

Here a tweet, there a tweet, everywhere a tweet-tweet,

Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o.

He shoots opinions from the hip, e-i-e-i-o,

With a tweet-tweet here and a tweet-tweet there,

Here a tweet, there a tweet, everywhere a tweet-tweet,

Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o.

He's always waging Twitter wars, e-i-e-i-o,
With a tweet-tweet here and a tweet-tweet there,
Here a tweet, there a tweet, everywhere a tweet-tweet,
Oh, when Donald's on his phone, e-i-e-i-o.

[Copyright 2017 Thomas L. Carlos]

Some Tweets Are "Gee," Some Tweets Are Dumb

[sung to the tune of Tweedledee Tweedledum by Middle Of The Road]

Do you recall some years ago

Up in a tower that was there for show,

Inside his cavern,

Our Donald, he was planning,

There's gonna be a showdown with somebody he loathes.

Well, he's been there a year or so,
And what's been happening, don't we all know?

You'll find him tweeting from his phone every morning,

At night too, it's a warning,

He's cooking up a storm.

Soon you'll hear ten thousand people shouting,

"Someone, take that phone out from those hands."

If you knew his reasons you'll be doubting

That he'll ever understand.

Some tweets are, "Gee," some tweets are dumb:

The tune detractors always used to hum

Whenever Donald did something only Donald

And no one else but Donald would ultimately do.

[Pa-oomp, paa-oomp, paa-oomp, paa-oomp, paa-oomp.] 6x

Do you recall some years ago

Up in a tower that was there for show,

Inside his cavern,

Our Donald, he was planning,

There's gonna be a showdown with somebody he loathes.

Soon you'll hear ten thousand people shouting,

"Someone, take that phone out from those hands."

If you knew his reasons you'll be doubting

That he'll ever understand.

[Some tweets are, "Gee," some tweets are dumb:

The tune detractors always used to hum

Whenever Donald did something only Donald

And no one else but Donald would ultimately do.] 3x and fade


[Copyright 2017 Thomas L. Carlos]

Tweet It

[sung to the tune of Beat It by Michael Jackson]

Don't let them tell you not to come around here
Or show your face and that you'd better disappear;

With purpose in your sights and a target that's clear,

Just tweet it, just tweet it.

Don't let them tell you: better run while you can
Or else there will be blood were you a macho man;

You wanna be tough? Be like Donald J. Trump,

Just tweet it, right or wrong, good or bad.

Just tweet it, tweet it,

Even if you must repeat it;

Show them how spunky and strong is your bite,
What does it matter: spelled wrong or right;

Just tweet it, just tweet it,

Just tweet it, just tweet it.

Don't let them tell you: better leave while you can,

You're only just a boy, don't try to be a man;

Who cares? You're still alive and it's going as planned,

Just tweet it, just tweet it.

You gotta show them you ain't never been scared
Of playing with your life like ain't nobody dared;

You wanna play rough? Be like Donald J. Trump,

Just tweet it, right or wrong, good or bad. 

[Just tweet it, tweet it,

Even if you must repeat it;

Show them how spunky and strong is your bite,
What does it matter: spelled wrong or right.] 2x

Just tweet it, tweet it, tweet it, tweet it, tweet it.

[guitar solo]

[Just tweet it, tweet it,

Even if you must repeat it;

Show them how spunky and strong is your bite,
What does it matter: spelled wrong or right.] 6x and fade


[Copyright 2017 Thomas L. Carlos]