The Political Trilogy

During 2018 the band Casual Rebels recorded 3 albums worth of original material. Since many of the tunes would be considered protest songs, the collection became known as The Political Trilogy.

Included are the songs "Chaos and Drama in the White House," "Unfollow," "Born in America" and "Judged by the Future"

The Albums:
From the album "Retake the Middle Ground"

Chaos and Drama in the White House

Chaos and Drama is not the way to lead, some form of class is called for. Chaos and drama might fit Reality TV, but for a statesman something else is called for. Chaos and Drama. Bullies and big brutes may lead among the big apes, but we're supposed to be a little more evolved. Kindness and class and a little respect make us better than gorillas, show us a little more evolved. Now politics has always been a circus with all sorts of silly going on, but there's a difference between silly and mean, between silly and chaos and drama. Chaos and Drama. Commander-in-Chief should be a clear-headed person, someone with wisdom and maturity. Because the means to take out every human in the world is one hell of a responsibility.

From the album "Unfollow"

Unfollow

Often it feels there's no end to the feed. I'm not so sure that you're healthy or free. I'm not convinced that this is what we need. Like if you agree. Unfollow Often it feels there's no end to the feed. I'm not convinced of your sanity. I don't much care for the things that you preach. Unfollow.

From the album "Retake the Middle Ground"

Born in America

I was born in America, and I'm glad that I was, but I had no say in the matter. It's just the way that it was. I was born in America. Not everyone here was. Some get to come here sometimes. It's just the way that it goes. No control, no choice over race, gender, color or where we were born. No control. No choice. So what should it matter? Why it should it matter? I was born in America. Lived all over the land, from mountains to beaches to Midwestern small towns. Seems like there's plenty of land. I was born in America, now there's a line to get in. Some try their luck at the border. Some risk their lives to get in. No control. No choice. Over race, gender, color or where we were born. What does it mean to be American? Is it race, gender, color or where we were born? I was born in America, now there's a line to get in. The line doesn't seem to get shorter. We were lucky that we were born in.


In our opinion, a songwriter who wants to tackle "deeper" subject matter in lyrics should take the same approach as a songwriter who is writing a love song. Why are love songs, despite their often cliched cheesiness, so popular? Because pretty much everyone has felt romantic love at some point in life, so people identify with that cheesy love song.

Why do dance songs with shallow lyrics still sell millions? Because a whole lot of people love how it feels to dance.

Wouldn't it make sense that the same theory would be applied to other subject matter in a song? "Issues" songs, we think, shouldn't be about preaching or teaching. If the lyrics state how the songwriter feels, then they will resonate with others who feel the same way. We never set out to lecture in our songs, rather we hope that those who have similar feeling to ours will identify with those songs.

And buy them, of course.


Complete Lyrics: "Retake the Middle Ground"

Chaos and Drama in the White House

Chaos and Drama is not the way to lead, some form of class is called for. Chaos and drama might fit Reality TV, but for a statesman something else is called for. Chaos and Drama. Bullies and big brutes may lead among the big apes, but we're supposed to be a little more evolved. Kindness and class and a little respect make us better than gorillas, show us a little more evolved. Now politics has always been a circus with all sorts of silly going on, but there's a difference between silly and mean, between silly and chaos and drama. Chaos and Drama. Commander-in-Chief should be a clear-headed person, someone with wisdom and maturity. Because the means to take out every human in the world is one hell of a responsibility.

Born in America

I was born in America, and I'm glad that I was, but I had no say in the matter. It's just the way that it was. I was born in America. Not everyone here was. Some get to come here sometimes. It's just the way that it goes. No control, no choice over race, gender, color or where we were born. No control. No choice. So what should it matter? Why it should it matter? I was born in America. Lived all over the land, from mountains to beaches to Midwestern small towns. Seems like there's plenty of land. I was born in America, now there's a line to get in. Some try their luck at the border. Some risk their lives to get in. No control. No choice. Over race, gender, color or where we were born. What does it mean to be American? Is it race, gender, color or where we were born? I was born in America, now there's a line to get in. The line doesn't seem to get shorter. We were lucky that we were born in.

Life on the Streets (Anyway)

I can call this home if I want to. I can hide on the streets if I want to. Stuck to the sidewalk I'm not. I can still get up and walk. I can go or stay where I want to. Life skips on by like a stone anyway. We all live and die on our own anyway. Push comes to shove comes to push anyway. Still we believe anyway. I can climb on a bus if I want to, see the whole city if I want to. I'm not a slave to this mission. I'm not like the others, not like them. I could get a job if I wanted to. Life skips on by like a stone anyway. We all live and die on our own anyway. Push comes to shove comes to push anyway. Still we believe anyway.

Sheila Believes in Humankind

Sheila has faith in the future. Sheila believes in humankind. She takes it as read that right now things aren't quite right. Sheila believes in humankind. She goes to work and she pours her big heart into everything that she ever does. She knows the world is not built on fairness. She knows this as well as anyone does, but Sheila has faith in the future. Sheila believes in humankind. She takes it as read that right now things aren't quite right. Sheila believes in humankind. She doesn't let those who don't respect her get her down or take advantage of her. She truly believes the day will soon come when machismo is an obsolete word. She feels that men who don't respect her gender are becoming fewer farther between. They may rule right now, may take advantage but they're becoming fewer, farther between. Sheila has faith in the future. Sheila believes in humankind. She takes it as read that right now things aren't quite right. Sheila believes in humankind. "If it's two steps forward and only one step back," is the mantra she repeats to herself, "One day we'll get there. We'll all feel equal. Though I may not live to see it myself." She goes to clubs and dances her heart out. For a time she leaves the moment behind and in the moment she's on the dance floor she knows this mess may still turn out just fine. Sheila has faith in the future. Sheila believes in humankind. She takes it as read that right now things aren't quite there. Sheila believes in humankind.

Anthem (We Can Talk it Out)

There's a lot going on: plenty of things that we should talk about. I look at the sky. I look at the sun as I try to walk it out away from the television, away from the meanness that just keeps spewing out. I take a breath, thinking of all the things to think about. I will breathe. I will walk. I will sing my anthem now. Misrepresentations, misunderstandings that we should talk about. I'd like to believe that we are smart enough to work it out. I'd like to believe that we don't all have to yell, that we can talk it out. I look up at the sun going down. I hope that tomorrow it will still come out. I will breathe. I will walk. I will sing my anthem now.

Don't Wanna Dance

I DON'T wanna dance with the Nazis. I DON'T wanna dance with the Klan. All the narrow-minded bigots and builders of walls don't turn my head, they don't tempt me at all. Don't wanna dance. Don't make me dance with them. Don't wanna dance. Please don't ask me to dance.

Retake the Middle Ground

There are things that you want. There are things that I want. But often mine and yours are not the same. If it's only things that I want or only things that you want, one of us is gonna feel crushed today. My mother told me this, your mother told you too, "Play nice with others, they'll play nice with you." You don't build too much with matches. You build much more with glue. Give a bit to someone, they'll give to you. Retake the Middle Ground. People scream from this side. People scream from that side. My ears are fairly ringing out with pain while the people in the middle talking just a little. Get rid of all the shouting just seems the way. Retake the Middle Ground. My mother told me this, your mother told you too, "Play nice with others, they'll play nice with you." You don't build too much with matches. You build much more with glue. Give a bit to someone, they'll give to you. Retake the Middle Ground.

A House Divided

A house divided cannot stand but it needs to stand for the right thing. A tree is mighty when it's strong but it needs to bend for the right thing. Fifty fifty. Maybe fifty one. We seem to be cut down the middle. Driving wedges should not be a thing. What leader would split us down the middle? Pull together, find some common ground. Can we just heal up the middle? A little left, a little right. Seems to me most folks are in the middle. A house divided cannot stand but it needs to stand for the right thing. A tree is mighty when it's strong but it needs to bend for the right thing.

Sick Little Monkey

We all long for a place in the sun. We all long for some kind of company, but you let no one touch you. But I know that you still want it anyway. And you swear you don't know what time it is. You swear you couldn't really care at all. Can I help you my sick little monkey, now? Can I be helpful at all? Walking along there on your own I know that you want some kind of company. You're not fooling anyone. It shows on your face when you don't say a word. And you swear you don't know what time it is. You swear you couldn't really care at all. Can I help you my sick little monkey, now? Can I be helpful at all? I've never sang out a love song. I'm not about to start now, but if you require some kind of company I'm standing here right now. I'm standing here right now.

Complete Lyrics: "Unfollow"

Unfollow

Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Often if feels there's no end to the feed. I'm not so sure that you're healthy or free. I'm not convinced that this is what we need. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Often it feels there's no end to the feed. I'm not convinced of your sanity. I don't much care for the things that you preach. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow. Unfollow.

Judged by the Future

Judged by the Future Judged by the Future. We'll be judged by the future if we don't do something to stop all this then we will be judged by the future. Take a good look around at the past. Take a good look around at the present. It's hard to believe sometimes some of the things that we have done. The past is a shadow of all of us here now. When the light of the future shines down upon us what will they think of what we do now? Judged by the Future. We'll be judged by the future if we don't do something to stop all this then we will be judged by the future. Take a good look around at the past. Take a good look around at the present. It's hard to believe some of the things that we have done. The past is a shadow of all of us here now. When the light of the future shines down upon us what will they think of what we do now? Judged by the Future. We'll be judged by the future if we don't do something to stop all this then we will be judged by the future.

Rome Didn't Fall in a Day

Things feel like they've gone askew. The train sure feels off the tracks. Doesn't mean it can't be fixed. Doesn't mean that there's no way back. The desire to fix things, not want to tear things apart, takes a great deal of patience, a tremendous amount of heart. Rome didn't fall in a day. We've still got time if we take the time to change. Don't have to love one another or even have to like at all, but the one simple goal is to respect one another so we don't all fall. That's how all sorts of people can still pull it together, put aside all the hatred, perhaps survive together. Rome didn't fall in a day. We've still got time if we take the time to change.

Loudest Voice in the Room

Exclaiming with volume does not make you right. A whisper of logic is all it should take. Compassion for others is not a mistake. Tearing at people, nasty and mean, bombastic and red-faced hurling your malice. Your opinion's not right just because its the loudest. The loudest voice in the room. If you really were as smart as you like to brag that you are you wouldn't need to provoke, to prod and to poke, you could calmly just state what you you're thinking. Because the smartest of folks can just look at themselves and admit "you know I could be mistaken." Have you ever felt that you were mistaken? The loudest voice in the room. Can you talk without spite? Can you just listen? Smart-assed remarks and mean-spirited comments do not prove you right, that's just your sycophants. The loudest voice in the room.

Wrong Side of Paradise

I'm so tired when I never used to be. Your arm is a blessing, but I'm sleeping myself older. I don't blame you I'm too busy blaming me, but if things don't break loose, I believe I will implode. Don't mind me, I'm on the wrong side of Paradise. In my passive-aggressive way I'll beat you down again. Don't blame me, I didn't ask you to look up to me. Don't look up to me. Look up to me. Don't look up to me. I'm obsessing with a cookie prophesy, the one that said that I would "soon achieve perfection." Jamie says I probably achieved it in my sleep and from that waking moment it's all a downhill slide. Don't mind me, I'm on the wrong side of Paradise. In my passive-aggressive way I'll beat you down again. Don't blame me, I didn't ask you to look up to me. Don't look up to me. Look up to me. Don't look up to me. There've been days I thought I'd drop dead in the street, although they tell me that there's nothing really wrong. But I'm so tired when I never used to be. Must be the health food and the lack of caffeine.

One Bad Turn

There are times when it feels like you're driving off in the wrong direction, your navigation is shouting and forcing you to turn. That's when you lift your eyes from your screen and make up your own damned mind. You can choose your own direction, even after that one bad turn. There are times when we all take one bad turn. One bad turn doesn't have to be permanent because one bad turn deserves a good one. Sometimes it feels hopeless when you're off in the wrong direction. You tend to forget this road was here before we were born. Sometimes it's good to just toss out your apps and your Atlas. Think it through, chart your course. Steer away from that one bad turn. There are times when we all take one bad turn. One bad turn doesn't have to be permanent because one bad turn deserves a good one.

Feel

Hurt in silence covered up in glass and logic. Hurt in silence, here's the only place you'll hear this. Feel. Hurt in silence, crumpled under debt and ashes. Hurt in silence, now I'm here, have I miscarried? Hurt in silence, is it real if you don't show it? Hurt in silence, here's the only place you'll hear this. Feel. Hurt in silence. Now it's gone and I can't stop it. Hurt in silence. Paperweights and weights of paper. Hurt in silence covered up in glass and logic. Hurt in silence, here's the only place you'll hear this. Feel.

The Last of Its Kind

This is the last of its kind. This is a momentary ripple in the pond. This is the only thing that's real. This is something that only means something to me. Take this fear from me, I don't want it anymore. People can live their lives without this stinging aching in their minds. This is the last of its kind. Days can pass without pain. Nights are the crippled dark the mini taste of death. I lie awake at night, a panic in my breath. I can't believe that someday I might fade away.

Intolerance is Easy

Intolerance is easy. Understanding takes work and is really hard. Childish insults are simple. Acting civil is terribly, terribly hard.

Time Wept at the Step Backward

Time wept with lack of understanding. Time went and abandoned me right here. I wait for something and nothing. I'm late for something I can't see.

Tuesday Comes, We're Done

When the world is gone where will I be then? Just another Tuesday morning, Monday just a warning. When all I felt is gone where will I be then? Just another Tuesday morning, Monday just a warning. Tuesday comes and I'm undone. Tuesday comes, we're done.

Think of all the Possibilities (The Time to Care is Now)

It feels like the river in winter. It stings like the salt in the sea. Take a moment imagine the feeling that getting along would be. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Make this all work out somehow. Think of all the possibilities. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities. When the river is frozen solid And 3 feet of snow sits atop it's easy to feel that the river has gone and will never come back. And when naked eyes hit the ocean, resentment swells at the ocean. It's easy to forget the beauty of sunset on water and the blue of the sea. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Make this all work out somehow. Think of all the possibilities. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities. You can cross the river in winter. As you push your feet through the snow there's a silence that's special and like no other silence you've ever known. As you slip in the ocean and as you slip into the sea there's a calmness that's special and like no other calm that you've ever seen. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Make this all work out somehow. Think of all the possibilities. The time to care is now, think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities. Think of all the possibilities.

Complete Lyrics: "World Almost Over?"

World Almost Over?

Hey... Hey! Is the world almost over? The smartest people I know and the best people I know are generally broke and unrecognized because things are arranged -- and this seems really strange -- so that arrogance rises to the top. Seems like in all times and all societies, everywhere you go arrogance rises to the top. Are we smart enough to say "I don't want this world to be over?" Hey... Hey! Is the world almost over? Name-calling and confrontation may make for good television but it's not how a head of state should behave. We've got threats biological, ecological and good old fashioned savagery, military, hereditary and good old fashioned savagery. About the last thing we need is an immature Tweet from someone who's supposed to be leading. I wonder if we're smart enough to say, "I don't want this world to be over." Hey... Hey! Is the world almost over? There are about a million ways we could end the world today and just as many ways we could save things. We've got a long way to go with lots of mines in the road but we know that it's possible to change. For instance, despite most of human history, we've rid ourselves of slavery which is enough to prove that humans can change. Do you think we're smart enough to say, "I don't want this world to be over?" Hey... Hey! Is the world almost over? Think of all we've achieved and all we can achieve and remember that the past is judged by the future. If we manage to survive the day will come by when we are judged by the future. We've got a long way to go with lots of mines in the road but we know that there can be a future. Are we smart enough to say, "I don't want this world to be over?"Hey... Hey! Is the world almost over? I want to have hope that we're smart enough to know. I need to have hope that we're smart enough to know. I want to have hope. I want to have hope. I want to have hope. Hope. Do you think we're smart enough to say "I don't want this world to be over?"

The Days That Matter

We're in all the reach of the world. We're in every problem we can't solve. We're in fields of radiant flowers and we're in the utter filth of the world. These are the days that matter. We build with the skill of a child. We tear down as if we were gods. We live off the fat of the past. We miss the future for now. These are the days that matter. We're in all the reach of the world. We're in every problem we can't solve. We're in fields of radiant flowers and we're in the utter filth of the world. These are the days that matter.

Sin Sometimes

There's the strangest feeling creeping up and down my spine. I feel it sometimes. Walking down the street and no one even looks at me so I bump them sometimes. Imagination grabs me. I paint faces on the strangers that I see. (This is what you do when you are lonely) I can be good sometimes. I can feel love sometimes. I save the world sometimes and I sin sometimes. Give me something crazy. I'm so giddy I could fly. I do fly sometimes. No one here can touch me. They pretend that they're alive. They fool me sometimes. Feel a thousand feelings. I know every word of everyone I see (This is what you do when you are lonely). I can be good sometimes. I can feel love sometimes. I save the world sometimes and I sin sometimes. Different shades of nothing, no one reaching out for me. They slip through me sometimes. My lover was an ocean. I am drifting out to sea. I do drown sometimes. I am turning colors. I turn inside-out and no one even sees. I can be good sometimes. I can feel love sometimes. I save the world sometimes and I sin sometimes.

The Other Side of Broken

I'm tired of the shouting. I'm tired of the hate. Without mature discussion things have no choice but to break. What happened to the notion there might be some middle ground, where nobody's quite satisfied but everybody's calm? The other side of broken: I can see it from here. The other side of broken: we can get there. We can get there. Where to go from broken and how do we get by? When things are this well broken those who listen will survive. Right now that seems so very far away, we're broken. Let's move past broken. The other side of broken: I can see it from here. The other side of broken: we can get there. Let's get there.

Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone

They say aliens built the pyramids. They say there's a continent buried deep down under the sea. Invisible beings will slip through your walls, and grab you in your sleep and spirit you away. And have you seen The Virgin in the smoke of a volcano? Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone will crumble to dust while the tabloids sell millions. Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone, we long to have something else calling, calling, calling. . . They say a man can bend a spoon with his will. They say she could read your thoughts at 50 paces. There is a luminous glow surrounding our bodies, changing colors with our moods it pulses and shifts and have you seen The Virgin in the streaks of a dirty window? Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone will crumble to dust while the tabloids sell millions. Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone, we long to have something else calling, calling, calling. . . They say crystals focus energies. They say a gifted person can even raise the dead. You can lift out of your body from a deep enough trance and travel through the universe gaining knowledge as you fly. And have you seen The Virgin in the charred marks on a tortilla? Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone will crumble to dust while the tabloids sell millions. Tesseracts and the Rosetta Stone, I can't believe there's something else calling, calling, calling. . . Calling me home. But where is home? I know of no home.

Stay Your Hand

If I was here helpless as a child, if I whispered my secret fears, if I begged you with only my eyes, and if I whispered my secret fears would you stay your hand? If I stood here hands at my side, if I told you I'd do you no harm, if I called you a kindred to me and if I held no secrets from you would you stay your hand? If I could bring the tide unto you, if I could feel the water on you, if I loved you like I love me, and if I whispered my secret fears would you stay your hand?

Disappears

Every day someone disappears. Hidden away, someone disappears. Someone's loved one is just whisked away. Every day someone disappears.

We Are Colors

She said "There are things surrounding us. I see colors mixing: day and night will blend together. It's all I can take." She said, "This is all that's left of us. When we die we fade, we turn, turn to colors. It's all I can take." "We turn to colors," she said. She said, "Touch this skin that covers me. Your skin paints me over, I'm bluing anyway. It's all I can take." She said, "If you look inside of me you'll see nothing there but silver indigos. It's all I can take." "We turn to colors," she said. She said, "Let your canvas cover me. Very soon I'll go. I'll fade, I'll turn to colors. It's all I can take." "We turn to colors," she said. She said, "Let the dirt fall on my brow. Let the grave come swallow this thing that's gone to colors. It's all I can take."

Range of Emotion

Man With A Mission straps himself to a train and the police and the TV crews come to see what happens. Lady In Black devotes herself to some god and she prays and she pleads for freedom over temptation. In a desert country they toss a man into a cell for saying things he should be able to say, things we all know damn well. There's joy and anger and fear and a little pain too, so much more in life than just some shallow love song goo-goo. We've got a range of emotion. Much more than "boy meets girl," "man takes wife," "kiss me now or put an end to my life." We've got a range of emotion. Head for Business lost himself in the woods and the greenbacks and the bears and the bulls suddenly didn't matter. Young Boy goes to Disneyland, he's got wonder in his eyes, he wears the floppy hat with the Goofy ears and it's the best day of his young life. Girl At The College looks for life in the sand, she looks for prints of the bodies buried long ago in a faraway land. There's joy and anger and fear and a little pain too, so much more in life than just some shallow love song goo-goo. We've got a range of emotion. Much more than "boy meets girl," "man takes wife," "kiss me now or put an end to my life." We've got a range of emotion.

Skin I Have On

I want to go, want to walk away, want to drop it all and just leave this place. I won't pack my things. I won't lock my door. I'll walk away with just the skin I have on. I was close to the light and it hurt my eyes. My stubborn will has finally snapped this time. You can sell my things it won't pay my bills. I'm within spitting distance but my saliva fails. I want to go with just the skin I have on. I want to walk away and I apologize I'm rambling on, please don't expect me to rhyme. My misunderstanding is standing still. I'm tethered to nothing. I've always said that a person's life is all he really owns he should use it right but I was too close to happy and it made me sad. If we could join into one mind you'd want to rip you in half. I want to go with just the skin I have on. You said to me that you thought that I could do anything that I ever tried. But I can't. I can't. Just let me roll for a moment in this pathetic mess. I brought it on myself, I could change it. I guess. I'd like this to be my final song. Walk away. Walk away with just the skin I have on.

My Ocean, My Sea

My Ocean. My Sea.

Me Letting Me Down

Honestly, I'm over me. I'm done with me. Honestly, I'm over me letting me down.

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