Song sketch: Somebody Call the Adults
July 1, 2011 9 Comments
(copyright by publication, 6/30/11)
Rollicking country with a pit bull-like pedal steel or twangy guitar or both, mid tempo–very tentative structure at this point line-wise but I have chords, a melody, and a hook:
Somebody call the adults
The amateurs have had their way
So this is where we are
And we have come to rue the day
Somebody call the adults
I wish that they were on their way
But we are the adults
Somebody call the adults
The Greatest Generation
Need not fear a bit
Because compared to them
We pretty much
Look
Like
Shit
Somebody call the adults
Aggressive pedal steel or twangy Duane Eddy cum gut bucket guitar solo.
Flaming Dumbass 
Don’t be an ‘Inbetweener
its time to cleane the house of all these Dick’s & Wiener’s.
Now I’m wondering what you meant when you said you were laying tile this weekend!
Somebody call the Adults
Cause no matter the ways we try
For all the effort, posing and posturing,
Our years are beyond our wise.
Somebody call the Adults.
(a modest proposal by lynngg)
You just got co-writing credit. Will take a mite bit of tweezing to fit the metre in my head, but that’s excellent.
A timely point, succinctly and artfully presented. It’s hard to escape the apparent causation: A dearth of adults seems to be the natural consequence of a culture whose citizens ask more and more to have their important decisions made for them and be treated like helpless children.
Thank you, my friend.
Exactly.
Now make that rhyme and you have a song. 🙂
Somebody call the Adults
For we have declined to such
That if we don’t get our heads out our asses,
We’ll not have achieved very much.
Somebody call the Adults.
lynngg
With some tweaking from the master and an approbate melody, you got yourself a song Sir.
Somebody call the adults
The amateurs have had their way
So this is where we are
And we have come to rue the day
Somebody call the adults
Somebody call the adults
I wish that they were on their way
But we are the adults
Somebody call the adults
Corus
The Greatest Generation
Need not fear a bit
Because compared to them
We pretty much
Look
Like
Shit
Somebody call the Adults
For we have declined to such
That if we don’t get our heads out our asses,
We’ll not have achieved very much.
Somebody call the Adults.
Somebody call the Adults
Cause no matter the ways we try
For all the effort, posing and posturing,
Our years are beyond our wise.
Somebody call the Adults.
Somebody call the Adults,
Our gen has failed in try.
If we don’t get some fresh adults,
We can kiss our ass goodbye.
Somebody call the Adults.
lynngg
Lynn just wrote the rest of the song. 8-]
Thank you, bro…I’ll see if I can muster some follow-thru and get ‘er done. 🙂