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released November 4, 2011

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Ben Sommer Boston, Massachusetts

I am a composer, performer, and writer. I’m also a pent-up curmudgeon. I vent on political and economic matters in both my writing and my music. bensommer.com/bio

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Track Name: Young Turks
YOUNG TURKS

young turks
forty-odd feet
of kerosine fuel
fires the hot young turks

muscled athletes
jocked up on caffeine
fires the well-hung jerks

pansy wholewheat
a pacifists treat
fires the fat houseworker

my turk of a mule
packing coca paste
could not equel
the yule log fuel fire
of the hot young turks

young turks
stank like camels
hung like chinchillas
burly young gorillas
hair-net latinos
drag racing their camaros

[guitar solo]

young turks
forty-odd feet
of kerosine fuel
fires the hot young turks

courtly quad teats
of seventeen school
girls in their taut clung shirts

pussy-wipped pete
raised on wolverine stool
sired in a low-slung yurt

swarthy vice-squad secretes
nitrosamine drool
fired in the dot com bubble burst

salty cod treats
swimming in the cesspools
expired when caught, hung, and burnt

warty roughshod feet
in mujahedeen school
fundamentalistani turkmenistani

sporty soccer cleat
of propylene ghouls
rikitikitavi

fatty on my feet
stiffy in my bleep
roiling out a burp

printing out a spreadsheet
of philistine boolean
algebra of whatnot and whatnot
Track Name: Consumerism
CONSUMERISM

shopping
Track Name: Militarism
MILITARISM

don’t mess with Texas
Track Name: Fist
FIST

fist, the fist, the fist
glorious fist
this fist, my fist
mountains of mist
conceal what I'm holding in my fist

a gift, for you
you're catching the drift
a fist, for you
no whipping boy, me
I ball up my fist
and bust your lip
that lip, your lip

I can't explain
how my train of thoughts
deteriorates into hate
and I want to say:
"hey, come my way"
when I really mean:
"you sucker, come get puckered"
cause here comes your friend, fist

fist, the fist, the fist
I gave you the gist
my story is this:
the grist for this mill
is bloodied and scabbed,
a face full of fist, of fist, yeah

the fist, ‘cest moi’, its me
I’m wrapped around with fingers
eine Fause ist
eine Klugel des Fleisches
brütend in eine ‘pirouet’

I can’t explain… (etc.)

that’s it, you mother, kapeesh?
go sleep with the fish
and dream of my fist
fist, and a fist, and a fist up your ass!
Track Name: De Profundis
DE PROFUNDIS

De profundis clamavi ad te
Track Name: Deo Gracias Anglia
DEO GRACIAS ANGLIA

Owre kynge went forth to Nor-man-dy
With grace and myght of chy-val-ry;
Ther God for hym wrought merv-'lus-ly,
where-fore Eng-londe may calle and cry:
Deo gracias Anglia

Deo gracias Anglia
Redde pro victoria

He sette a sege, for soothe for say,
To Har-flu toune with ry'l a-ray
That toun he wan and made a-fray
That Fraunce shal rywe til Domes-day;
Deo gracias Anglia

Now gra-cious God he keep oure kynge,
His pe-ple and alle his wel-wyll-ynge,
Yes give hym goode lyfe and gode end-yng;
That we with merth mow save-ly synge:
Deo gracias Anglia