Showing posts with label Puts put to music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Puts put to music. Show all posts

Sunday, December 10, 2023

Oh My God, what a Zilla

 Godzilla Suite

The soundtrack to Godzilla, Minus One. I haven't seen the latest but rather like The Suite.

As a Kid in the 1950's I saw one of the early Godzilla movies (maybe the first one) after it had been adapted for the US market. They hired a few Hollywood B movie actors for spliced-in scenes that showed the US as an ally in the fight rather than, oh, let's see -- the cause. The additions didn't improve it. The thing is, even as a kid I was aware of the destruction the US dealt Japan and Japanese civilians.  I didn't know the meaning of the word "metaphor" but I knew it when I saw it. Even before the use of the atomic bomb, the firebombing of Tokyo and other cities took hundreds of thousands of lives.

Ironically, and counterintuitively, the use of the atomic bombs may have saved Japanese lives. If the US invaded many would have died on both sides and if the US had blockaded Japan many would have starved (the US actually sent food aid to Japan after the surrender).

Perhaps the Japanese have decided that "living well" is the best revenge. Then again, it's a dish best-served cold.

Monday, March 6, 2023

The Prodigals of Penance: Comic Lite-Opera Reality

 The Prodigals of Penance, loosely based on Gilbert and Sullivan's The Pirates of Penzance, takes place during "The Conference to Solve all the World's Problems in One Foul Swipe," which is held on the Private Island of Artful Shortseller, the wealthiest man in the world.

Art is center stage. He performs. The Central Banker Dancing Contortionists accompany him, much to Art's occasional irritation. The tune is modeled on "I Am the Very Model of the Modern Major General."

ART (Starts slow, speeds up)
I am the very model of the Modern Money Manager
I deal with sums, large and small, put into precise integers.
I do well when we race along and when the world is out of gear.
And when you want to leave the market I'm already out of there.

With theorems econometric and a carefully plotted longitude
You'll find I never give a calculated loss much latitude.
A careful study of my ways will show that that's my attitude.
And while I'll never take your money, I could do it for you, too.

Central Bankers (Kick-dancing)
While he'd never take our money he could do it for us, too!
We've learned this from the careful study of his attitude!

When I find bad apples, I don't throw that fruit away!
Why waste those subprime apples if you can make them pay?
You simply take the bad ones and mix them with the good.
In this way, those "bad apples" will sell better than they should!

I move vast sums from sun to sun from nearly half a world away.
I can buy and sell and do a deal at any time during the day.
In matters econometrical, I've created hedge fund spectacles.
Future earnings "theoretical" sound like profits "piratical."

In matters econometrical, he creates hedge fund spectacles.
His profits "theoretical" sound like bounties "piratical."
(Hand-stands lead to Flip-flops)

Before the Banks went in-the-tank, I speculated in the currencies.
I took advantage of Pound flights and Ministerial in-coherencies.
I made a billion, then another, and flew across the sea.
Where I entertained the pleas...of busted brokers on their knees.

I shelter money from tax loads that might seem quite preposterous
You'd think I'd make a payment that is monstrously --
(a bit perplexed)
Monster-us?
(explaining)
But with the politicians that I legally rent
to produce the tax codes that are legally bent --
After "all" that's bought and sold
And every taxing woe:
(With exuberance)
I've piled up wealth untold!

(Pounding Kettledrums that spray green paint)
He shelters money from great -- tax -- loads.
He loans to Politicians that -- he -- knows.
After "all" he's bought and sold,
And even taxes that he's owed:
He's piled up wealth untold.
(As they bang the drums Art calms them. They got green paint in their eyes)

I dabble now in politics as an artist or gourmet,
With the use of sweets; the use of sticks, as a means to prise my way.
I fund foundations -- academic deviations -- a terrific, Scientific, Tidal Wave!
That will sweep away the old "new world" before I'm in the grave.

The voters who agree with me -- a
re the most perceptive.
Especially those who agree with me -- when I'm at my most deceptive.
And should you disagree with me, others employ invective.
To win arguments with ease, invective is most -- effective.

(As they mop-up the excess green paint)
He dabbles now in politics and funds many foundations.
He does good acts while acting good, to improve his reputation.
He wants a single bundle to contain every nation,
As he promotes a Scientific Tidal Wave -- an academic mutation --
Meant to make the world anew in every permutation.

(explaining to the bankers)
Cryptos sold by kleptos offer money quick,
But Cryptos sold by kleptos carry quite a risk,
When fortunes made of Cryptos
Quickly end up in the crypt.
(spoken)
But trust me, I am a realist, and reality is my game, for...
(does the soft-shoe)
I am the very Model of the Modern Money Manager.
I deal with sums, large and small, placed into distinct integers.
(picking up the pace)
I do well when we race along and when the world is out of gear.
And when you want to leave a market I'm al-ready
Out! Of! Here!

(The Orchestra suddenly goes wild as he dances off-stage with the Central Bankers.)

Scene 2 and 3 can be found here


Thursday, July 5, 2012

It's Powerful Stuff

Some years ago I started doing commentary on current events through the use of musical comedy. Unfortunately, it led to uncontrolled weeping so I stopped. Still, I like putting my thoughts in song (yes, song!), and here is my latest attempt. Think Punk Rock. Starts sweet, ends loud.

Clerk Power

I know you think I'm heaven sent
The greatest hope your world presents.
Your situation's critical
But to me you're typical.

Bad vibrations,
In creation.
Alienation
fills the nation.
Check the box, don't pout!
Just fill -- your forms out.
We must know you. Or we'll no you.
Yes, we know you. And will no you.
Don't break the mold. It fits you.
That moldy mold? Is for you.
Clerk Power. Clerk Power.

I got you feeling desperate
The needs you have are barely met.
But leave no blanks upon the form,
Always behave within the norm.
I'll estrange you.
Rearrange you.
Bad vibrations
Fill creation.
Alienation,
throughout the nation.
I will serve you,
On a platter.
Does it matter? Do you matter?
Clerk Power! Clerk Power!
Clerk Power! Clerk Power!

I know you think I'm heaven sent
The greatest chance your world presents.
But before solutions are devised
All interviews must be reprized.

I'll estrange you!
Rearrange you!
Take your measure?
At my pleasure!
Fill the forms out.
Does it fit now?
Have a cow, now?
Don't act crazy!
Take a nap now.
Don't be lazy!
Or outrageous
It's contagious!
Here to serve you,
On a platter.
Does it matter? Does it matter?
Don't you matter? Do you matter?
Clerk Power! Clerk Power! Clerk Power!
Whew. I was shouting a bit much at the end there. Calm. Down. When did the slogan All Power to the People become All Power to the Clerks?  When the people shouting "All Power to the People" became clerks.

With apologies to Kurt Cobain.