Sunday, January 6, 2019

The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City (Dedicated to Tracy Chapman) By John Kaniecki

The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City (Dedicated to Tracy Chapman)

By John Kaniecki

I’ve walked the avenue
Sown in the same rhythmic soil of fading blue
Streets submerge bellow bottomed out Lead Belly blue
Tracy
Not the over pimped tax exempt jail bait whore
You performed a different score
Chords from your treasure box
Folk Rock
Hear the wind whistling harmony
You are never far from me
“And we’re still talkin’ about a revolution”
Suddenly your face appears in the magical music store
Microwave swift promoted synthesized solution
Late night t.v. shows
Career-choking tensions mount as accountants count
God only knows
Business blood leech bloated
By dingy dogs thrice returning to their vomit who noted
To the snorting pigs wearing Washington era replica wigs
Glowing, showing, knowing, first rowing at all your gigs
Yeah you’re a genius hovering, discovering a new Bach
Subtle black shadow of Folk Rock
Sell your soul
Be commercial
If the fine print chicken scratch
Ain’t DNA perfection match
You’re caught in a platinum plated hooked catch
You used to play for a meal
Faded jeans torn from life's tongue-slashing torment
Always a full blooded member of the tribe
At the back of the bus
Laughing loosing life’s lackluster fickle frown
Getting down
Breaking boards to explore tombstone homes vacated
Before the score another ‘sistah’ seriously hated
Cool lady, tiger growling, prowling
It's Vegas casino venture baby, house always wins, get it?
Don't let them carve up your song to fit their delusions
Forever
And ever

The Folk Queen Dream of Sub City


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Wednesday, January 2, 2019

"A Better Day"

For the New Year, I am wishing you all a better day.

This is from a new batch of song lyrics. 



A Better Day

I awoke as the bombs fell
Tell me again why we need hell
Wondering if I am going to die
Wondering about the reason why

Jesus loves you so they say
And God hears when you pray
I keep hoping for a better day
Tomorrow will be a better day

Across the world the land of the free
What do they know about me?
On the tele the dirty infidel
Ratings go up and weapons sell

Jesus loves you so they say
And God hears when you pray
I keep hoping for a better day
Tomorrow will be a better day

Scavenging on the ruins of the street
If I’m lucky today I’ll eat
They say God is in heaven above
I look up to see missiles not love

Jesus loves you so they say
And God hears when you pray
I keep hoping for a better day
Tomorrow will be a better day

Do I need to tell you something is wrong?
Do I need to sing you this song?
Alternative facts and double speak
The prize is to the violent screw the meek

It’s a holy war divine
The mantra of make it all mine
Gain the world and lose the soul
I say the banker’s in control

Jesus loves you so they say
And God hears when you pray
I keep hoping for a better day
Tomorrow will be a better day

Check out my book of song lyrics "Without The Music"

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

We Are Generation X-Mess

We are Generation X-Mess

Well the stock market it went bull
And all the stuffed shirts say it’s cool
So many dollars but there’s no sense
So many denials but no innocence
And they would package a piece of hell
If they thought it would sell.

We are generation X-Mess
Words alone could never express
Seems like we got pain in excess
We are generation X-Mess

Twenty-seven going nowhere fast
We look ahead cause we’ve got no past
Don’t tell me about your religion
Cause having a good time ain’t a sin
Twenty-seven I’ll tell you how to score
Damn your god damn your holy war

We are generation X-Mess
Words alone could never express
Seems like we got pain in excess
We are generation X-Mess

I smile with hideous laughter
Not oblivious to my disaster
And Love is my master
Baby come on do it faster
Why do you crucify me
Just cause I disagree
Me I am misunderstood
You say evil but I’m good
Yeah I’m good cause I’m honest
I’m no hypocrite like the rest

I speak for me do I speak for you
Am I misguided do I have a clue
Whether liar or messiah
I can take you a little higher
Cause soldier just between you and me
Ain’t nothing stranger than reality
Yeah I’m cool trying to be hip
Life it comes once so enjoy the trip

We are generation X-Mess
Words alone could never express
Seems like we got pain in excess

We are generation X-Mess



Friday, December 21, 2018

An Open Letter To James Mattis

Dear James Mattis,


I hope you are well and I wish you luck in finding new work. I am confident that you will find something, perhaps as a lobbyist or television commentator.  I would like to thank you for your service to our nation, but I feel that you have only served a certain segment. I truly don’t think that you have served the poor of this land, but I guess that is debatable. I think it is horrific that our young men and women had to become ‘cannon fodder.’ In my mind I recall families scrapping together money so that they could purchase protective armor for military vehicles in Iraq. While this would be perfectly understandable if the Pentagon’s budget were small, it is bloated. We have money to spend developing new sophisticated and horrific weapons but not to adequately protect our troops. This is not entirely your fault, nor are you to blame that over twenty of our veterans commit suicide every day. Alas, I sadly must say that you have contributed to this problem by conducting business as usual.

 Let us be perfectly honest and admit that if things don’t change in the world, the United States will be waging war against both China and Russia. In your letter, you refer to them as “strategic competitors.” Unless the United States finds some way to undermine these sovereign governments as they have done in Chile, Iran and elsewhere, war looms near. I am confident you do understand that there is no winning a nuclear war. Furthermore, even a war without using nuclear weapons war would cause the deaths of tens of millions of people if not hundreds of millions. I find this unacceptable.

James, might I suggest to you that you are not identifying the enemy correctly. War is the greatest evil that mankind has ever created. Think of all that is involved in war. Imagine what all those engineers and brilliant minds could have done with their talents instead of inventing satanic weapons of destruction. Think of the high cost of lives of soldiers and civilians. Think of the massive destruction of civilization. Think of the polluting of the environment. Think of the ill will and the hatred that is caused. War itself is the enemy.

So we need to ask that question, and that is ‘Why do we have war?’ The answer is very simple; people profit off of war. They don’t only make a little they make immense amounts of wealth. I am sure you understand the propaganda, lies, and manipulation that occur to wage wars in the first place. We are not fighting a war on terror but rather the United States has become the terroristic nation. To prove this fact I only need to count the dead, see where they died and find out who killed them.

While I am not a big fan of President Donald Trump I applaud his announcement to withdraw troops from Syria. It is a step in the right direction. The wrong direction is Armageddon. Perhaps that event of Biblical proportions is inevitable, but I would like to delay that dark day for as long as possible. Peace motivates me to write this letter.

If you care to visit and civilly talk things over, I more than welcome you to my home. I do not know your history intimately, but I am quite confident that you are vastly more acquainted with the horrors of war than am I. My expertise lies in understanding Jesus Christ who among the many titles he wears is called “The Prince of Peace.” He has commanded us to love even our enemies. While perhaps that might sound illogical to a military man like you it makes perfect sense. In fact that one commandment, if adhered to, may prevent a nuclear holocaust.

Sincerely,


John Kaniecki 

Monday, December 17, 2018

"The Wall" by John Kaniecki

I don’t recall the circumstances of writing this poem. It was jotted down in a notebook and then forgotten. Though I can’t say with one hundred percent certainty I believe it was inspired by the candidate Trump’s comments. The notebook was co-opted and taken for New Jersey Peace Action service. After lingering in the office for several months we started working on “Peace Poems.” This poem was then discovered and used as my contribution for the effort. 


The Wall

by John Kaniecki

There is a wall
High and tall
Between here and there
It keeps some out
It keeps some in
And without a doubt
It is a sin

It was built for the rich
By the hands of the poor
An ever-present reminder
Of perpetual war

It is a wall of hatred
It is a wall of grief
A cursed blasphemy
Of every sacred belief

Tear it down I say
Burn it till it is no more
On to a new day

Pristine and pure

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Sunday, December 16, 2018

Holy Father

Here is an old gem from the archives, a great little piece for a heavy metal or thrash band. Just the depths of the diversity of the lyrics within my book called “Without The Music.” If you are in a band or like great writing my book is a must. It took thirty years to write it. 

Holy Father

They always dress in black
With claws like lions ready to attack
Love is good love is to stay
Just don’t get in their way
Cause vermin if you do
They’re gonna crucify you

Oh holy father, father in the sky
Bless the B-2 bomber to make our enemy die
Abortion is bad killing is not meant to be
That is why we endorse the death penalty

Like an old suit they wear a smile
They perform with dancer’s grace and style
Feeding people lies since their youth
It’s a miracle anyone digests the truth
Oh holy father, father in the sky
Be with your people in places high
Help us opiate the poor
Let the peasant believe in our war

They always dress in black
With claws like lions ready to attack
Love is good love is to stay
Just don’t get in their way
Cause vermin if you do
They’re gonna crucify you

O holy father, father in the sky
Don’t give them the time to understand why
Keep on saying it’s from the book
And pray the people don’t take a look

We know it’s this but we’ll tell them that
Starve the poor while the rich get fat
It doesn’t matter if they’re young or old
As long as they do as their told
Oh holy father, father in the sky
In the still of night I hear a baby cry
O holy father, father in the sky

Could you please tell me why




Saturday, December 15, 2018

Hot Black Coffee And A Cigarette

Running down the latter years of my life I proudly turn back to my past and look at the work that I have done. Time brings distance and allows for honest self-evaluation. This lyric has been brought to life but unfortunately, I cannot produce the music for it. I have it saved on my computer but don’t know how to put it on the blog. There is a quantum leap from reading the words to hearing them sung. If you want to hear it send me a note and I’ll forward the song to you. Meanwhile, I have a host of lyrics like this in my book “Without The Music.” I am also happy to say that I am diligently writing more and more. 

Hot Black Coffee and a Cigarette

A thousand demos a day
All I can do is pray
When I rock and roll
It comes from the soul
I have sung them blues
Lived a life of bad news

Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Looking for a soul to steal
The devil comes to make a deal
But I see through his disguise
Cause his words are only lies
The way Satan he function
He’ll take you to down to destruction

Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Right now I’m below low
Up is the only way to go
Hitch hiking for a rocket
Only got three dollars in my pocket
But three will pay the toll
On the highway of Rock and Roll

Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette

I see a light in the black night
I see a light burning green with delight
I hear a voice that always calls
I feel a hand that lifts as I fall
I may never make it to the top
But the truth is I’ll never stop

Hot black coffee and a cigarette
How could life get better yet
Just enough to keep me going
Just enough to keep me growing
Hot black coffee and a cigarette

Check out "Without The Music" which has my best song lyrics from the past thirty years.