California Uber Alles (Ronald Reagan version)

Lyrics by The Dead Kennedys, from "In God We Trust, Inc."

Intro (lounge style):

Last call for alcohol

Last call for your freedom of speech

Drink up!  Happy hour is now enforced by law

Don't forget our house special, it's called the Tricky Dicky screwdriver

It's got one part Jack Daniels, two parts purple koolaid, and a jigger of

formaldehyde from from a jar with Hitler's brain in it we got in the 

back storeroom

Happy trails to you, happy trails to you

I am Emporer Ronald Reagan

born again with fascist cravings

but still you made me President

Human Rights will soon go away

I am now your Shah today

Now I command all of you

Now you're gonna pray in school

And I'll make sure they're Christian, too

California, Uber Alles

California, Uber Alles

Uber Alles, California

Uber Alles, California

Klu Klux Klan will control you

But still you think it's natural

N****r knockin' for the master race

But still you wear a happy face

You closed your eyes, can't happen here

Alexander Haig is near

Viet Nam won't come back you say

Join the army or you will pay

Join the army or you will pay

California, Uber Alles

California, Uber Alles

Uber Alles, California

Uber Alles, California

(spoken, lounge-style)

Yeah, that's it, just relax

Have another drink, a few more pretzels, a little more MSG

Turn on those Dallas cowboys on your TV

Lock your doors

Close your minds

It's time for the two-minute warning

Welcome to 1984

Are you ready for the 3rd World War?

You too will meet the secret police

They'll draft you and they'll jail your niece

You'll go quietly to boot camp

They'll shoot you dead, make you a man

But don't you worry it's for a cause

Feeding global corporations claws

Die on a brand new poison gas

El Salvador and Afghanistan

Making money for President Reagan

Making money for President Reagan

And all the friends of President Reagan

California, Uber Alles

California, Uber Alles

Uber Alles, California

Uber Alles, California

(1981)

Lackadaisical

lackadaisical

like-a-daisy-all my life

appears to be a dream

lackadaisical?

like-a-daisy-all is not

as simple as it seems

like-a-daisy-all my life is crazy

and I often cower in the grass

but from-a-daisy-eye life keeps rolling by

so I root until these feelings pass

like-a-daisy skies at times are hazy

don't know what is truth from what's unreal

but I-am-not-at-all as this name you call

and it contradicts the hope I feel

so lackadaisical is not the word at all

call me that but you don't really know

unlike-a-daisy-ary I am quite contrary

to your ceaseless will for me to grow.

(approx. 1980-81)

One

I feel not for the stars that shine dimly

But I feel for the deep blue water

that sings my song

And the earth that tolerates its battered life

and still holds me

And the fire that lights my night

And the air that gives me life

I'll meet their challenges and create my own

And when I am ready for the end

They'll take me in and surround me

And hide me

And make us one

(approx. 1980-81)

Burial Wishes

Make a statue of me, or some beautiful girl, kneeling, with her left hand pointing up and her right hand in a fist.  She has a peace sign necklace and a common outfit on.  All around her, spirits hover.  Her face and hair is not perfect.  It is worn, but powerful.  Under the statue will be my name, dates, and a poem I'll have written for it.  I want the ground over my grave to be used for something.  Give me a very simple coffin and funeral.  However people come to the funeral, I want no cars or mechanics.  Just bicycles.  Don't wear black.  Wear your favorite outfit.  Casual.  Wear your favorite flower.  I would much like to have a token from everyone with me in my grave.  If my grass doesn't grow, bury me underwater (pond).  If the water is unsettled, leave me above ground until the next Saturday.  Then, bury me underground in the same place as before.  If the grass still doesn't grow, call a psychic.  If the psychic doesn't help, burn a ring around my grave.  If that doesn't work, build a hut around my grave and statue.  If that doesn't work, just leave me alone.  Then, and only then in the cycle, will it correct itself.

 

(approx. 1980-81)

Fill-in-the-blanks Love Poem

My heart thumps wildly,

Loud as thunder

What I'm feeling

Makes me wonder

I sit with my thoughts

Under a tree

With the faint carving:

_______ + me

"That's what I hope, at least," I say

"But now it's a silly game to play."

One day it'll be for real

When we can see and we can feel

And if you feel the way I do

Then I could say, "_______, I love (or like) you."

So if your feelings are so true

Then I say now that I love (or like) you.

(approx. 1980-81)

Yesterday

It is a modern world, today

But I belong to Yesterday

I have remembered what others forgot

Things that were, but now are not

And for this world I'm not to blame

'cause I belong to Yesterday

Scientists are everywhere

Making dreams come true

Studying the hemisphere

And cloning me and you

Yes, in the streets, the children play

in my world of Yesterday

They call me crazy, but I'm not

I just know what they've forgot

But all in all, there is no shame

Because I love my Yesterday

But can't you see the ones like me

Dwelling everywhere?

Living life in memories

Living without care

Some may say it's the easy way

And sometimes I agree

Not seeing what is in today

Is that really peace?

I don't think that I can stay

In my world of Yesterday

I won't forget the things I know

But I must let my own self show

And though things will not be the same

I'll still belong to Yesterday

Living hi or living low

Be what you can be

There isn't just one way to go

Just one that sets you free

Well, slowly, I have slipped away

From my world of Yesterday

I still go back there once or twice

But it's no longer paradise

I am new, what can I say?

Still, I'll remember Yesterday

(approx. 1980-81)