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by Christopher D. Fee

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Tyler North Christopher D. Fee provides necessary social commentary through the medium of satirical music. These tracks exemplify the fun that can be made of the sad but true. Favorite track: Culcha.
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New American Century Christopher D. Fee © 2015 MightyFee Music Got a chip in my neck, don't need a credit card or a check Hey what the heck it's the New American Century Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away Got to obey in the New American Century The Bill of Rights is almost gone I'm livin' in my panopticon They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me They've taken our personal liberties To keep those terrorists overseas But that's the price you pay for livin' free Got a fifty cent coat and a Chinese hat Made the robot bus in seconds flat Every phone tapped in the New American Century break The Bill of Rights is almost gone I'm livin' in my panopticon They're keeping me safe and that's alright by me They've taken our personal liberties To keep those terrorists overseas But that's the price you pay for livin' free Tight shirt, new pair of jeans. Lookin' sharp, feelin' clean. Ready to be seen in the New American Century Gotta watch what I say one false word and they take you away Learn to obey in the New American Century It's the New American Century It's the New American Century
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Hit me with a hammer, hit me with a brick Choose between a liar and a narcissistic prick We need a third party and we need it pretty quick It's about time we realized out country is sick Rich bitch, fat cat, nothing in between You can't even run if you're not part of the machine They run your life from cradle to grave It's the Land of the Free, not the Home of the Slave Rats run the race and we can't win it It's a great big club and we're not in it The two War Parties are about the same Corporate thugs with different names There's more of us than there are them, But we keep on lettin' 'em do it Again and again, again and again, again and again . . .
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Culcha 03:41
You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you You drink a bunch of alcohol which makes you feel great Then you drive down to the club because you do not have a date You scope out all the gentlemen with whom you'd like to mate And hope you're diet's working so you don't look overweight You undo another button to display your booby bait Approach a hot young fellow and hope to God he's straight You think he's kinda cute in your inebriated state So you look up at the clock and it's a quarter after eight You know it's kind of early but you'd rather not wait To get him back to your place and your hunger satiate You dance a little while and let him know that you're available Not only are you single but you're eminently nailable The way you rub against him makes your conquest quite unfailable So then you drive him back to your place You got a burnin’ hunger but you don’t know how to feed it So you buy a bunch of garbage but you do not really need it Paint your phony fingernails and get a new tattoo You ain't got no idea who made a monkey outta you Free advertising that shows where my ass is Twelve pounds of makeup and phony eyelashes Facebook and texting and big phony hair Gallons of hairspray and buckets of Nair Porcelain teeth and two big plastic boobs Chemical beauty that comes out of tubes
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Crackers on a black plate . . . We are free as they allow us to be . . .
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Guns! Freedom! Merica!
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Doughwanna 03:12
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Abu Ghraib 04:59
Abu Ghraib © 2015 – Christopher D. Fee – QuietFyre Ltd Stack ‘em up in a pyramid Put a cigarette out in their ear Tie ‘em tight to a waterboard Make ‘em scream out what you wanna hear Make ‘em think they’ll get bit by a doggy Take a picture and shout hip hooray Long as you don’t hurt internal organs Everything gonna be OK Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where the sand monkeys learn to behave Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib, where bad citizens learn to behave Abu Ghraib, Abu Ghraib . . . Learned a lot from the general But we can’t ever say who he was Put the blame on the little guy Say the orders don’t come from above Say we made up our own methods of torture Which everyone does the same way Because we rely on embedded reporters Make the whole ugly thing go away I heard on Fox News the other day That the president just didn’t know All about WMD In the north, west, and south and below Don’t wanna get sent to detention When they trot out the NDAA Lots of things that you’d better not mention Or the government takes you away
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Freakmas 02:17

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There's more to come. These are tunes for the long, circular swirl, catchy ditties to hum as we watch everything melt.

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released December 26, 2016

All instruments played by me, except:

Freakmas: vocals by Joshua and Jessica Gonzalez (they're related)

Holiday With Lice: All instruments and vocals by me,
except for the weird voices in the background, which are courtesy of

The Shawburd Redemption - Mike Shaw and Mike Burdick

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Christopher D. Fee Rhode Island

Retired English teacher. Former Rock God aspirant.

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