It Doesn’t Matter Why It Is, It Doesn’t Matter If It’s Wrong III
ISIS
The Most Qualified President In History
The Art Of The Deal
Diminishing Numbers
Hikikomori
It’s Okay, It’s Fine (Most Of The Time)
On 9/11
“It Doesn’t Matter Why It Is, It Doesn’t Matter If It’s Wrong III” was released in 2016. It is the third installment in an ongoing series of loosely related, quadrennial recordings that are released during presidential election years in the United States. All songs by John Elliott (BMI) 2016.
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ISIS
I heard of Isis on the fourth of July
But I could not believe it was true for too long
So I grew a long beard and flew into the sky
For middle of the east, to sort right out from wrong
I came to a low place of anger and joy
The difference was carved into everyone’s face
The plane dropped me off, I walked up to a boy
I said I had some history I needed to erase
He called to a man who was ancient and scarred
I knew right away he was not understated
He said, “Are you lookin’ to decode something hard?”
I said, “I think so.” He said, “It’s all overrated.”
We set out at noon for the heat of the dunes
I gave him some blue jeans and he gave me his word
I said, “Where we goin’?” He said we be back by June
I said, “That’s the best news that I’ve ever heard.”
I was thinking about Iraq, I was thinking about Saddam
I was thinking about Bush and the world’s biggest drone
As we trudged through the sand like a satanic prom
I was thinking about ISIS and how they too had a home
How they told us that one day they’d nuke us to hell
And things would be different when they ruled the land
If they only could make propaganda to sell
But ours is so slick and so rich and so grand
We came a suburb all embedded in sun
He said, “There’s a man here who you need to shoot
If you take this man out then this war will be won
Just dump his body at sea” — I said, “that seems too cute”
The wind it was howlin’ and the heat was outrageous
We searched through the night and we searched thought the dawn
When he died I was hoping that it wasn’t contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on
I broke down a door, but the compound was empty
There was no man, no nothin’, I felt I’d been tricked
When I saw my companion was just being crazy
When I followed him here I must’a been sick
I grabbed his arms and I dragged him inside
I covered him up with a blanket and a skillet
I sang a quick song and I felt satisfied
Then I rode back to find ISIS just to curse it and kill it
They were there in the desert where the oil still flows
Surrounded by guns and in need of some food
I came in from the west with the sand in my toes
I struck them one time, then I took all their crude
They said, “What’s your deal?” I said, “I am special”
They said, “You look angry.” I said, “That’s my flow.”
They said, “You been wrong.” I said, “So have you.”
They said, “You gonna quit?” I said, “Never. No.”
Isis, oh, Isis, you’re a mystical crew
What scares us in you is what makes us a lie
I still can remember the way that you grew
As the fireworks flew on the fourth of July
THE MOST QUALIFIED CANDIDATE IN HISTORY
the most qualified candidate in history
she's a mystery
all the time
she’s got money
she’s got money on her mind
the most qualified candidate in history
secretary misery
once upon a time
she’s got money
she’s got money on her mind
boo boo boo boo boo
she’s always changing up her hair doo
baa baa baa baa
she gets in sticky situations
boo boo boo boo
she got a record reputation
she’s always saying something but she’s never saying nothing at all
the most qualified candidate in history
she’s got money
she’s got money on her mind
THE ART OF THE DEAL
The art of the deal
Do some qualudes & steal
In the 80s there were ladies and lines
There were shakers and movers
Check book bakers and boozers
Groovers groovin’ to the wall street grind
The art of the deal
Order takeout every meal
Mind the market, hit your target, get your prize
Both the bear and the bull, what you wear gets you pull
In the restaurants where the well to do dine
They say greed is good and they’re right about that
At the drop of a hat, it could all be gone
All gone
The art of the deal
Go with your gut, do what you feel
Just groovers groovin’ to the Wall Street grind
They got money, they got money on their mind
They got money, they got money on their mind
DIMINISHING NUMBERS
I didn’t die in the epidemic
I stayed alive for awhile
I moved along the Mohawk river
I lived along the Mohawk river
I got along
A refugee showed up and said
They want an alliance
We were mourning our dead
We killed the refugee
We killed the refugee
We killed the refugee
And we’d do it again
This is a war
This is a war
Whose side are you on?
What are you fighting for?
Why are you fighting?
We attacked the southeast
Took six hundred captives at least
Then they killed our leader
So we took ‘em out
We destroyed them
And their allies attacked us
And it went on and on and on and on
Diminishing numbers
And out of supplies
We accepted their offer
But it just wasn’t right
And then over time
Diminishing numbers
On the mohawk river
Diminishing numbers
On the Mohawk River
Diminishing numbers
Diminishing numbers
Diminishing numbers
HIKIKOMORI
Hikikomori
I don’t know anymore what I should do
I don’t know anymore
Hikikomori
I don’t know anymore what I should do
I don’t know anymore
I don’t know anymore
Hikikomori
I don’t go anywhere
I don’t go anywhere
Hikiomori
I don’t go anywhere
I don’t go anywhere
Hikiomori
I don’t go anywhere anymore
I don’t go anywhere anymore
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me alone
I don’t know anymore
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
Hikikomori
I don’t know anymore what I should do
I don’t know anymore
Hikikomori
I don’t know anymore what I should do
I don’t know anymore
Hikikomori
I don’t know anymore what I should do
I don’t know anymore
IT’S OKAY, IT’S FINE (MOST OF THE TIME)
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way be that way be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, it’s okay, go that way go that way
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, go that way
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
Lady got a walking stick and a lady to lean upon
Man I met last night was almost dead
Cluster here got drunk and sick, cluster there got a bone to pick
We’re hungry and we’re hunting
We’re hungry and we’re hunted
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way be that way be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, it’s okay, go that way go that way
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, go that way
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
There is dog shit on the streets of America
There is human shit also on the streets
I haven’t been to Tokyo, but I would like to someday go
And see what kind of shit is on their streets
Oh! I wanna see what Japanese shit looks like
I’ll even smell it!
I wanna smell Japanese shit
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way be that way be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, it’s okay, go that way go that way
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, go that way
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
I don’t need a jury or a justice
I don’t need a judgement from on high
I cannot speak for God above, but I believe in endless love
And I believe that humans beings can make it
Oh!
Yes, I believe that human beings can make it
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way be that way be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, it’s okay, go that way go that way
Whichever way you wanna be, be that way
Whichever way you wanna go, go that way
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
It’s okay, it’s fine (most of the time)
ON 9/11
On 9/11
I was still in heaven
I was still in trouble
I was still in love
I was in paradise
Too much paradise
So much paradise
You have to close your eyes
So much paradise you have to close your eyes
On 9/11
I was smoking cigarettes
I used to smoke in New York
When I lived there for a little bit
A couple months before 9/11
We were all unemployed
We were girls and we were boys
We didn’t think about justice
We didn’t think about pain
We didn’t think about torture
Or who was to blame
We believed in each other
We were simple and strong
We were young independents
We were all strung along
On 9/11
I can’t say I was scared
I was in paradise
So much paradise
So much paradise
You have to shield your eyes
On 9/11
On 9/11
You have to shield your eyes
All words written by John Elliott 2016.