As some of you may know, I am releasing 4 albums of my songs that were written over the last few years. Whenever they start to add up, I have to do something about them or I am bugged mercilessly until I do. There are a handful of songs that I wrote 50 years ago and somehow they got recorded too, probably because I was getting bugged about it. Mostly though… they are fairly recent and a few of them got written while I was recording the rest of them.
As I mentioned, I am having to rely on AI to get this project done. I am having trouble with my voice, though I have still managed to record around an albums worth on my own. Given the serendipity that God routinely bestows on me. I have good expectations of solving my vocal problems soon (once I find the cure) and the same albums done by me completely… should be out around Easter.
Wow! That was long-winded intro. Anyway, There is one album of devotional tunes, one country-western album that includes some devotional tunes, one album of contemporary songs, and finally a hip-hop album entitled, The Whip-Swinging, Temple Clearing Hip-Hop Avatar of The New Weimar Republic, Marching and Dance Band. This also has some devotional pieces but also several profane and offensive and truth-scorcher works like Holocaustianity.
I will be picking randomly as I go each weekday and sometime after Christmas and before the new year we should be done here. Today’s song (finally!) is taken from a historical event that followed the assassination of Julius Ceasar and it was written by Mark Anthony’s retarded brother who ingested a lot of lead when he was a child. They lined the aqueducts with lead when they made them and he was a victim of this because he liked to hang out at construction sites and… well… accidents happen.
Mark was under the weather the day he was supposed to deliver this funeral address, and his brother stood in… mixing up the tenses and talking about himself as if he was someone else. You know how it goes. He did the best he could but it was a disaster from what I hear and only the clowns at The Vomitorium were entertained at the time.
Mark’s original undelivered address was included in the historical record as if what happened had never happened; just like it is in these times. Here is the original
You might need the reference in case you are unfamiliar with it. Mark’s brother did the best he could. I feel for him but it was a long time ago. He’s probably serving in The American Senate these days. Thanks for bearing with me in this torturous explanation.
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