LISTEN TO:  Balloon Boy

Will he fall will he fall

From a great blue height

Will he laugh will he laugh

Will he die will he die

Will he suffocate

Will he immolate

Tiny boy of our dreams

Floating silver air streams

What do you want from me

The foolish you

Wish you could see what I see

The foolish you

What do you want from me

Can we see his tiny blue face

In the eye of the mind

Can we feel his mother’s embrace

He is broken

The wind was unkind

Take us away from the war

Take us away

Give us blood or give life

What do you want from me

The foolish you

You are so far beneath me

The foolish you

What do you want from me

What do you want from me?

The foolish you

Is there blood?

Is there blood?

Fear and love….

Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved

By Camile Bright-Smith

On Monday I met a fundie

Said Obama’s plan would bring the second coming

On Tuesday I met a groupie

She smiled and said Glenn Beck had kissed her Uzi

Wednesday came and to my shame

The Teabaggers were out again

And Thursday was filled to bursting

With easy lies about the Youth in Asia

CHORUS

But me, I am a patriot

Sticks and stones

Will break my bones

But flames will never hurt me

It isn’t socialistic to heal the sick

I think a better word might be PATRIOT

They’re going at it on the internet

Sayin’ 1 in 5 are gonna have to die

Its compromise, gotta admit

But the odds are better, 4 can live forever

All the wing-nuts are white as ghosts

In mortal fear that Rush won’t get his daily dose

O’Reilly is afeard of treatment

If he isn’t mental Fox will be defeated

CHORUS

On Monday and Tuesday

On Wednesday and Thursday

On Friday and Saturday

And no rest on Sunday

I’m standing up for this

I am a PATRIOT

Miss California
How I adore ya
Despite your bizarre religious streak
And your bizarre altered physique
Miss California
How I adore ya

Sex workers Unite Unite Unite
C’mon sister lets fight lets fight lets fight
You are a bigot and trite and trite and trite
Still its your body, your right your right your right  Miss California

Miss California
How I adore ya
But isn’t it just a little bland
Pretending you aren’t selling a brand
To hide behind dogma and behave
As though you aren’t in the sexy trade

Sex workers Unite Unite Unite
C’mon sister lets fight lets fight lets fight
You are a bigot and trite and trite and trite
Still its your body, your right your right your right  Miss California

Miss California take the money you make
Have some fun and get paid
Have some fun and get laid
Stomp on the old school parade
This is Hollywood babe
Were all in the sex trade sex trade sex trade
We’re all a little bit gay
So get over it babe

copyright 2009 all rights reserved
Words and Music by Camille Bright-Smith

Nothing But Nets – PLEASE DONATE $10 to SAVE LIVES

While you are listening to this song
4 children
will die
of malaria
that right, 4, children
While you are absorbing that information
Think about this
Malaria
Mal Aire
Bad Air
Bad Area

High Speed
Home Run
Apple Pie
Give some love

Well, a bad area
Can be easily improved
With a simple net
That’s right, a simple net
For the price of a pizza
You could save lives
In Yemen
Or Zimbabwe
Or Cambodia
For the price of a pair of flip flops
You could save lives
In Ghana, Suriname or Sri Lanka

High Speed
Home Run
Apple Pie
Give some love

You don’t really need those new flip flops anyway
Who cares if you wear last years flip flops?
You will survive
Why are you still listening to this song?
Its very easy
A link has been provided
Push the button
And donate
Even just $10
Even just one person
Even a stupid song
Pasted together
Might save lives.
Turn me off
And buy a net
Why are you still listening to this song?

By Camille Bright-Smith
copyright 2009 all rights reserved

If you would love nothing more than to read more about this annoying FOX reporter please read John Bohrer’s comments on Huffington Post

Listen To: Glenn Beck Please Don’t Cry

I’m down here in my bunker
Heart breaking while you cry
You are my foxy baby
You are my apple pie

I know Obama voters
Are costumed communists
Turned in my Rabbit Pearl
Savin’ myself for Beck

Don’t cry
Baby please don’t cry
GB please don’t cry
Baby please don’t cry

Poor baby he’s surrounded
He’s really scared and tired
Sick of the terror victims
Complaining cause they died

My sweet faced Glenn Back baby
I’ll hold you while you cry
Chuck Norris said it sagely
We need a forest fire

Don’t cry
Baby please don’t cry
GB please don’t cry
Baby please don’t cry

Be afraid, be very afraid….

Copyright 2009 by Camille Bright-Smith with John Bright
All rights reserved

I lost my job
I’ve got two kids and a father in need
Feel I got robbed
Spend all my time
Trying to make ends meet

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of Bush’s wall street fakes

I’ve been Linked-in
I’ve been Yahoo’d
And Monster Jobbed
I’ve been Twittered
A mouthful of balls
Is all I got

So tell me
Where is my bonus
Where is my loophole
Where is my tax cut and my 401K
All this tea bagging
Has got me gagging
On the bingo balls
Of bush’s wall street fakes

Give me a T
Give me an E
Give me and A
What’s that spell?

BALLS!!!!

Copyright 2009 all rights reserved
By Camille Bright-Smith