Music

Come Out Ye Libs and Wokes

Lyrics

Oh, come out ye libs and wokes,
Come out and fight me like a bloke,
Show your profs how you won debates up in Harvard,
Tell them how Charlie Kirk made you run like hell away,
From the freedom loving people of America.

I was raised in a Wheeling school where the blue drums do beat,
And the loving leftist feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me Da would come home tight,
He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out ye libs and wokes,
Come out and fight me like a bloke,
Show your profs how you won debates up in Harvard,
Tell them how Charlie Kirk made you run like hell away,
From the freedom loving people of America.

Come let us hear you tell
How you silenced Charlie well,
When you thought him truly canceled and refuted,
Where are the shouts and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our campus heroes of youth were persecuted.

Oh, come out ye libs and wokes,
Come out and fight me like a bloke,
Show your profs how you won debates up in Harvard,
Tell them how Charlie Kirk made you run like hell away,
From the freedom loving people of America.

Come tell us how you slew
Those young conservatives two by two,
Like the students they had signs and facts and arrows,
How you bravely shut them down
With your safe spaces all around,
And you frightened those young patriots to their marrow.

Oh, come out ye libs and wokes,
Come out and fight me like a bloke,
Show your profs how you won debates up in Harvard,
Tell them how Charlie Kirk made you run like hell away,
From the freedom loving people of America.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each leftist shill will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
We will all sing, “Godspeed!”
And yell, “I am Charlie!” in chorus.

Oh, come out ye libs and wokes,
Come out and fight me like a bloke,
Show your profs how you won debates up in Harvard,
Tell them how Charlie Kirk made you run like hell away,
From the freedom loving people of America.

Tuesday Tunes

The Irish fought for independence for far too many years. There were multiple uprisings. It was very much an asymmetric war.

This song spoke to me earlier this week when thinking of how the left thinks and acts. I wish I had the skills to set new lyrics to this tune to describe how the murder of Charlie is the start of major change.

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Tuesday Tunes

As I get older, I find the songs I once sang along to have a different meaning and a different feel.

Is he really singing about his nanny sexually abusing him “before he left his nursery?”

Tuesday Tunes – The House of the Rising Sun

… but not as you usually hear it.

Sorry this is kind of short, but I’m pinch hitting for Chris tonight. He’s having network issues and so asked me to share a Tuesday tunes with you guys. This is a group/person that I have been listening to for a while and she does what’s called Bard core music. She takes modern tunes and turns them into medieval ones. I adore them and think they’re hysterical and usually really good. And this is the one that I was listening to when he asked me to post for him and so I am sharing with you. I hope you enjoy!

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Tuesday Tunes

Today, I have a virtually unlimited selection of music. I use YouTube Music as my tool. Amazon has something similar.

While the ability to find new music blows my mind, I’ve also lost many artists that I used to listen to. The older I get, the more I miss the music of my youth.

That love of music was born of listening to my parents music. Dad made the speakers we used. Dad made the stereo cabinet that held the record player and the “vast” collection of reel-to-reel tapes. And the “vast” collection of records.

The best way to listen was with the Sony headphones, eyes closed, listening.

The reality was that we had about 50 hours of music on those tapes. I am still attempting to find one album where two black jazz/blues artists were competing. Something like Red from The Five Pennies.

We had around 40 hours of music on those LPs. So somewhere between 90 and 120 hours of music.

This means I listened to the same music over and over again. I had my favorites.

One tape contained a group of nuns singing. I could not find the album until one day, the name popped into my head: Joy Is Like the Rain. This allowed me to track down the album.

The name of the group, in my mind, in my parents’ words, was “The Singing Nuns.” That is not the group.

Here is a song from one of their albums. I hope you enjoy it.

Vinyl records in a row. One record is standing in front. On the record label there is some copy space.

Tunes

Olivia Newton-John was one of the women of my teen years. I remember listening to “Physical” many times. Of course I was naive at the time. And I didn’t watch MTV, so this is the first time I’ve seen the music video for her song.

Brings new meaning to the words.

(How naive? I really liked the song “Dancing in the Streets” in the Footloose sound track and didn’t understand why she was so embarrassed that her dad caught her listening to it.)


It is in the low 80s as I write this. The sun has gone down, and it is starting to cool.

I have just finished my third or fourth “exercise” of the day. This was a crosscut, and then planing a 31×11 piece of pine flat. With a dull smoothing plane.

I feel like I spent an hour on the treadmill.

On the previous outing, I ripped a 5-foot length of 4 quarters pine. The fact that I did that by hand impressed me. The fact that it only took a few minutes even more so. I really don’t get it. A few weeks ago I was bitching that my saws were not cutting. Today my crosscut saw and my rip saw both were doing 3/4s of in inch or more with each stroke.

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Tuesday Tunes

I’ve been building. I figured we had all heard Another One Bites the Dust more than a few times.

Today, I put the vise on the workbench. This is a game changer.

The jaws are 11+ inches wide. The vise can open around 15 inches. It is a parallel jaw vise, meaning that the jaw presses against the apron with the same force from top to bottom.

The shiny metal disk at the left front corner is an aluminum planing stop I turned on the South Bend. The handle for the vise is 1″ hardwood from the local hardware store, but the endcaps I turned myself. And then I found my 1″ bit was in such poor condition that I threw it away after it drilled two holes that drifted.

The board at the bottom of the image, on the ground, between the vise and the bench leg, is a wedge. It keeps the vise jaw parallel. It is the fulcrum point of the vise.

There is one of my homemade mallets on the table. Two crap saws, one good saw, and one OK saw. There is a 50″ straight edge and my clipboard with the plans attached.

The next modifications to the bench are to drill 3/4″ holes for side board support and some 3/4″ holes in the top for different hold-downs. Because this is a softwood top and it is thin, I need to add blocking under whatever boards I drill.

I also need to put the braces on the front and a stop on the chop (the moving part of the vise) to keep it from twisting.

I will soften the edges of the vise jaw at some point, but for today, it is fully functional. I’m happy.

On the other hand, I just messed up my tool tote build. Ally wants the broken one, but I’ll make it all work.