
We’re Making Enemies We’ll Fight for Forty Years
How a Draft Dodger Builds the Next Generation of Enemies On a tenant farm in Illinois you learn early that the man with the deed
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How a Draft Dodger Builds the Next Generation of Enemies On a tenant farm in Illinois you learn early that the man with the deed

By Their Fruits Shall Ye Know Them Jacob Weisberg wrote in the New York Times: every society that splits its public standards from its private

🎵 What Am I For? A song about losing the work—and finding what’s left. We’re all sinking in private.The door doesn’t open anymore.No one tells

A girl stands quiet at the gate.She’s learned to wait, and wait, and wait. An American Reckoning Verse 1 – The Builders They built a

A demented soul lost in an echo chamber … Boss of the Bunker is a protest song about what happens when people trade thought for

The Foolish Drooler Declares Your Grocery Bill a Hoax … We keep electing grandpas who should be fishing or golfing, their caddies dropping balls next

Fluorescent lights. She said what he did. No tears. Voice flat. That’s how women testify. Hold still. Save the shaking for the car, the shower,

For the Ones Who Wouldn’t Shut Up This isn’t music.It’s what I should’ve screamed. At the meeting.At the protest.At the funeral.When silence felt like survival

You can’t build a country on the backs of small pitiful men. 🎵 Small Fearful Men Style: Country Noir, Haunting, Sorrowful, PoliticalTempo: 75 BPMKey: F♯ minorInstrumentation: Acoustic guitar, slide guitarVocal: Deep,

When Your Hometown Becomes the Training Ground: A Song for October 2025 On October 1, 2025, President Trump stood before hundreds of military commanders at

Bravest He Gets is a Tweet in His Bed “Submissive Stephen” starts with a man at 2:00 a.m.—all-caps fury, fingers flying like bayonets, a digital

A Protest Song for the American Contradiction We live in a country that counts painkillers like confessions and tracks prescriptions like parole violations—while AR-15s move

Eviction taped to the door, bills on the windshield. Three jobs, still short on first and last. This is what inequality sounds like—not numbers, but

This song started with a question I couldn’t shake: What would Lincoln think if he saw America today? Malice Toward All, Charity for None turns