Across the country I watched towns try to shut down red light districts and many were near bus stations. Greyhound got no help from locals when they needed it because the local politicians linked their existence to their local embarrassments.
I almost went to a city council meeting to say this, but thought better of it and just wrote it down as if it really happened.
This is monks in the beginning, followed by African down drums, bass from the memory of Lou Rawls, followed by electric guitar of early Ventures and acoustic of modern Mexican boarder Southern Country music. After all that, I had to get rid of the melody – which was actually quite a fun one – and replace it with a preacher type voice just reading my lyric as if it was an opening to a sermon on Sunday.
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Lyrics: BJ and Agust Gudmundsson. Music: Agust Gudmundsson
PORNOGRAPHIC PIT
In a joint meeting of the city council
And the county commission last night
The opportunity arose to try to
Solve the city’s plight
Well the pornographic underground
Is getting bigger every day
So the vote came up to throw them out
Or to let them have their way
The mayor said he’s rather bored
Sitting home alone
Turning on the TV
And watching the family shows
The Sheriff said he’d catch more crooks
If there were more crooks around
So they made this formal motion
That we .. liven up this town
Chorus: ( The council sings )
We’ll
Turn this whole damn town
Into a pornographic pit
Run out all the preachers
And bring in all the pimps
Put a banner on the interstate
Saying: "Welcome Everyone"
To the world's largest
Pornographic pit
Wo. It was pittiful.
So the democrats and the republicans
Together (for once) cast their vote
To rearrange, make a change
And put this town afloat
Now the bus station’s back in town
And the streets have been renamed
They’ve given a whole new meaning
To home town U.S.A.
Chorus
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They guy doing the narration on this one worked at Fermilab in Illinois. He was the voice for their PR videos and walking tour recordings. Still is on many of them. And.. he was a lay preacher at his local church.
The chorus is sung by me and just about everyone in the studio. I think the janitor may have even joined in. The clarinets. Those parts were not written by me. I used a software program called Jammer. I fed the progression in, it suggested a melody and I fed the MIDI output to a sampler. I think the only real music on this is Omar and I on the guitars. The drums, the claps, everything else - computer generated. I think that is why my wife hates to see me near a computer when doing music. She is old school.
Anyway. This was fun to produce. And if this is Folk - Contemprary then I am Alice.