Turfseer

President Pfauci finds himself in an underground bunker beneath the White House besieged by anti-vaxxer forces.

An early victim of medical tyranny. Lyrics: The Ballad of Typhoid Mary There was a banker with his bag of tricks “I’ll bring the family way out in the sticks Nothing is too big, nothing I can’t fix” In this wonderful summer of nineteen aught-six! They packed their bags one fine day Even though the sky was gray There were no warnings, no time to pray Ominous clouds, all over Oyster Bay! They sat down for dinner, all in the mix, no one knew why they were picked Half of ‘em soon were Typhoid sick Hit ‘em hard like a ton of bricks Landlord said “what’s this I hear? I’ll hire a sanitation engineer" His name is Soper and he soon appeared No more worries, “I’ll allay all your fears” Now they’ve asked me, are you sure? What a question, straight from a whore There are germs, you can’t ignore All certified by Dr. Louie Pasteur The one that’s affected, she’ll never repent Soper was sure, said I’m heaven sent These are the rules, they can never be bent If you’re contagious, that’s no accident! Chorus: No need at all to get a gun I figured it out who’s ruined the fun It’s the cook now on the run Typhoid Mary she’s the one Typhoid Mary I don’t care if you’re blue Watch out now I’m coming after you Too many sins you have accrued Now back employed on Park Avenue! No champagne for Mary no one pulled the cork when Soper tracked her down she wouldn’t balk He ran like hell, there was no talk After Mary pulled out her trusty carving fork! Soper finally caught her--the public they did cheer Newspapers added to the jeers Mary wouldn’t show it—any of her tears Locked up on Brother’s Island, for three damn lonely years Chorus: No need at all to get a gun I figured it out who’s ruined the fun It’s the cook now on the run Typhoid Mary she’s the one Bridge: Come and see the peep show gallery Bring the kids and please don’t tarry If thrills are what you seek Perhaps you’ll get a peek Of all the germs that Mary carries! Instrumental Mary cried aloud, I’ve been surely cursed My heart is fast a-sinkin, just about to burst We’ll find you a lawyer, can’t get any worse Courtesy of Mr. William Randolph Hearst Health Commissioner said: “now you’re off the hook We’ll let you out, but you must play by the book" No money in a laundry, back hidden as a cook “We found you out, you’re just a common crook.” No longer could she fight, Mary was so weary The people said, “we are just too leery” We’ll lock you up, now how is that my dearie? For the rest of your life, based all on our germ theory The people turned against her, they didn’t give a lick You see what she has done to us? Made us all damn sick Now they’ve really done it, made the charges stick A curse upon the Irish, just another Mick! Mary’s cold accusers, they remained aloof They said she was contagious, without any real proof Could have been the diet, maybe tainted food No one left with questions, looking for the truth A healthy woman, but she was hexed And maybe soon you’ll be perplexed When they come for you, as you fit their specs (Another) Typhoid Mary, maybe you’ll be next!

They Tried to Kill Country (But Country Fought Back) They Tried to Kill Country, they said cover your face Over my dead body, just know your place When we’re through with your orders You won’t find a trace They Tried to Kill Country But we held an ace They Tried to Kill Country, said limit your crowds We’ll never do that, cause we’re Country proud We’d rather be dead, if we can’t GET too loud That social distance, we can never allow Chorus: You have been played and now you’re afraid Shouldn’t we just attack? You don’t make a sound, as they’re keeping you down Dealing with all the flack Just band together, Despite the bad weather You’ve finally found the knack They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country But Country fought back They Tried to Kill Country Repackaged the flu It’s not pneumonia, they say it’s quite new With their mumbo-jumbo, there’s never a clue They Tried to Kill Country, now you don’t know what’s true They Tried to Kill Country Just like peas in a pod They’ll shut you up, with their factfinder squads There’s no freedom road, just wait for their nod They Tried to Kill Country And forgot about God Chorus: You have been played and now you’re afraid Shouldn’t we just attack? You don’t make a sound, as they’re keeping you down Dealing with all the flack Just band together, Despite the bad weather You’ve finally found the knack They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country But Country fought back Bridge: Do you comprehend our gist? You’ll get somewhere if you persist Think of the life you’ve already missed Forced into a cage and now thoroughly pissed Instrumental (verse + end of chorus) They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country They Tried to Kill Country But Country fought back Vamp, fade out They tried to kill country, but country fought back, etc. Listen to all of Turfseer’s SCAMDEMIC COLLECTION at https://soundcloud.com/turfseer/sets/scamdemic-collection Free song and video downloads from Turfseer’s Forever Freedom song collection at www.turfseermusic.com

Pod People Barbecue (V1) They all came down from outer space All of them started to cover their face Some of us said that’s a disgrace, it’s true They all were hatched and brainwashed too None of them all had a clue Now they’ve got a shindig we’re all invited to It’s the Pod People Barbecue (chorus 1) They all were born with different brains You could say they’re all insane Spreading fear they always hear on the news It’s their cult of experts, who peddle lies Claiming that we’re all gonna die Unless you take orders, from the CDC and the WHO At the Pod People Barbecue (v2) They’ve been programmed to take their shots You could call them a dangerous lot They’ll jab us all and they’ll never stop It’s déjà vu It’s a road, they’ve started to pave Now they’ve turned us, into obedient slaves This crazy cookout, everyday begins anew It’s the Pod People Barbecue (Chorus 2) They all were born with different brains You could say they’re all insane Spreading fear they always hear on the news It’s their cult of experts, who peddle lies Claiming that we’re all gonna die Unless you take orders, from the CDC and the WHO At the Pod People Barbecue Bridge: They’re cookin up a dish that’s oh so cold Got the people scared, with their fool’s gold Time to wake up or they will steal your soul In this new world, you’ll never be free If you believe there’s an emergency All they’ll do is take your liberty Or do you disagree? (V4) Instrumental (Chorus 3) They walk here among you in their disguise Claim they’re saving the world, deserving a prize It’s really bad, oh if you only knew They selected the earth Now they’re on course To take over the world With their alien force Just don’t attend It’s one big poison brew It’s the Pod People Barbecue

MY COVID CRAZY GIRL (v1) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl We were once a pair Now she sees all these viruses floating in the air She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Well she sees them everywhere Go ahead and question her Do it if you dare (pre-chorus) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl And she always makes a scene What we had together Is now a broken dream (chorus1) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Used to be oh so free Now she believes in all the spin She watches on her TV She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Never asks for proof She listens to her experts Yeah that sure ain’t my truth (v2) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Once my shining star But now she likes to drive alone Masked up in her car She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Now she’s gone to pot Whenever she goes to the supermarket She wants to know if you took the shot (pre-chorus) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl And I no longer can pretend Time for me to say goodbye And tell her this is the end (chorus 2) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Used to be oh so free She believes in all the spin She watches on her TV She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Never asks for proof She listens to her experts Yeah that sure ain’t my truth Bridge: Across the street are our neighbors She no longer talks to them Good old folks who won’t take the jab Good people she condemns She’s so afraid, she makes no sense Quakin’ in her boots Then turns around to bully Actin like a brute Verse instrumental (Pre-chorus) She once believed in freedom Acting like she should But now she has strange notions To Serve the greater good (Chorus 3) She’s my Covid Crazy Girl And I know she’ll never bend I no longer recognize her Even as a friend She’s my Covid Crazy Girl Seeks to take the world by force That sure ain’t American That sure ain’t American, of course

Freedom loving people protesting at NYC Department of Health, Board of Ed and City Hall over forced vaccinations and mandate policies.

1692 Was a Very Good Year (v1) 1692 was a very good year In Salem, Massachusetts they were living in fear No one could deny, that the devil was near Everywhere you went, it was so rich Wild accusations that you were a witch Hysterical people, they found their niche (Pre-chorus 1) No one imagined that there could be a mistake It got out of hand, now it was too late What did it matter if some were burned at the stake? 1692 was a very, very, very good year (v2) 1692 meant evil decrees Fighting a monster that you couldn’t see It was declared, there’s an emergency Orders came down from way up on high You must persecute or else you will die It never occurred to anyone—this was a lie (Pre-chorus 2) Expert opinion was the rage of the day The people bowed down, all started to pray There were no questions and they always obeyed 1692 was a very, very, very good year ( Chorus 1) THEY claimed there were witches, who they accused They singled them out, “we’ll give the devil his due” “Let’s make it legal, the courts must decide” So sure of themselves in their Puritan pride Sinners possessed, and they could not hide And all of the judges went along for the ride. (v3) Instrumental (Bridge): Good Old Cotton Mather The Minister who wrote the book He pointed his pious finger At all the innocent souls that he took (v4) 1692 was the time to confess Too many sinners, they were a threat We have all the proof we need, that you can bet A holy crusade, they had to attest While pinning shiny medals right on their chest Such an unholy plan, they could never give it a rest (Pre-chorus 3) God’s vengeful word was the science of the day Ignore it just once and you will surely pay Don’t trust the science it’ll lead to your moral decay 1692 was a very, very, very good year (Chorus 2) THEY claimed there were witches, who they accused They singled them out, “we’ll give the devil his due” “Let’s make it legal, the courts must decide” So sure of themselves in their Puritan pride Sinners possessed, and they could not hide And all of the judges went along for the ride. (Coda) 1692 Was a Very Good Year In Salem, Massachusetts they were living in fear No one could deny, that the devil was near

SHEEPLE UNIVERSITY (v1) Sheeple University That is where I earned my degree Our motto’s here for all to see Never question authority We’ve paid our tuition, we’ve been bought Now there’s no independent thought It’s so nice that we’ve been taught Never oppose this holy juggernaut (v2) Sheeple University We’re filled up to capacity It’s sure no calamity That one plus one now equals three Learn to bully, throw a fit Just obey and submit All your moral bearings lost Follow us and pay the cost Chorus (1): We pledge allegiance to our new creed We feel no guilt over our dark deeds Science permeates our soul Our lessons learned—it’s all about control (v3) Sheeple University We teach closed minds so you won’t be free Censorship is now a must Just obey and earn our trust Victimhood is what we teach On our government you can always leech Don’t accuse us of overreach Follow orders is what we preach Bridge: We must now intimidate If you do not cooperate Virtue signal, watch TV That is really now the key Be all you can be At Sheeple University (v4) Instrumental Chorus (2): We pledge allegiance to our new creed We feel no guilt over our dark deeds Science permeates our soul Our lessons learned—it’s all about control (v5) Sheeple University Why not go for your Ph.D? As long as you fall to your knees Convincing all there’s an emergency No more work, have you forgot? Now it’s time to take your shot Educated oh no you’re not (Coda) In total harmony We all now agree No more freedom at Sheeple University!

President Fauci retreats to a bunker beneath the White House after he faces his first major crisis in office following strategic advances made by Anti-Vaxxer forces in the nation's capital. This parody is for nonprofit educational purposes only. It falls under the province of Section 107 of the US Copyright Law of 1976 in which allowance is made for the "fair use" of works of art that include criticism, comment, news reporting, etc. The Twilight Zone was created by Rod Serling. The Twilight Zone theme was composed by Marius Constant. The original Twilight Zone Television Series is under copyright with CBS. All viewers are encouraged to purchase any merchandise related to the original Twilight Zone series including music, DVDs and streaming of episodes on media platforms.

A song about internment camps for the unvaccinated. The Commandant (v1) I’m the Commandant, you must play by our rules You didn’t listen, we gave you the tools That’s what you get, a knock on the door We’ll take you away, you’ll be feeling quite sore We blocked all your funds, you can’t pay the rent You don’t understand, we brook no dissent Do you still want to fight, are you really quite sure? Just come right in, we’ve opened up the door (v2) I’m the Commandant, now you’re locked up Yes I know it was quick, and so abrupt It’s a bit cold and certainly damp You want to write home, but we’re all out of stamps How is the food, you’re looking quite lean We’re running quite short, during this quarantine You can fume all you want, feeling so cramped How do you like, our new internment camp? (Chorus 1) We have decrees, bring you to your knees You must accept, there’s an emergency No more questions, no more gab All because you won’t take our jab (v3) Why are you here? You’ve got to know why It’s very simple, we don’t want to die You can infect us, we offer no proof You just have to trust us, we know the truth Locking you up, we know it looks bad But we just don’t care, that you’re feeling quite sad We’ll never admit, that we’re really quite sick This is our job to punish the heretics (Chorus 2) We have decrees, bring you to your knees You must accept, there’s an emergency No more questions, no more gab All because you won’t take our jab (Bridge) We deal in numbers, you know you can’t win Just cold statistics and our marvelous spin We invented a monster, that you’ll never see Now don’t you know that you’ll never be free And how do you like our audacity? It’s segregation, just like old times You’ll end up here, if you don’t tow the line Verse instrumental (Chorus 3) The clock is ticking, your time is up You must obey, drink from our cup No more questions, no more gab All because you won’t take our jab (V4) You never thought, it could happen here I’m the Commandant, and I bring you good cheer The rooms are quite comfy, it’s a beautiful day We can’t guarantee, how long you will stay Controlling your thoughts, there’s no other way Did you really believe, that you’d never pay? It’s for your protection, Yes I’m now on a roll I’m the Commandant, and I’ve claimed your very soul

President Fauci retreats to a bunker beneath the White House after he faces his first major crisis in office following strategic advances made by Anti-Vaxxer forces in the nation's capital. This parody is for nonprofit educational purposes only. It falls under the province of Section 107 of the US Copyright Law of 1976 in which allowance is made for the "fair use" of works of art that include criticism, comment, news reporting, etc. The Twilight Zone was created by Rod Serling. The Twilight Zone theme was composed by Marius Constant. The original Twilight Zone Television Series is under copyright with CBS. All viewers are encouraged to purchase any merchandise related to the original Twilight Zone series including music, DVDs and streaming of episodes on media platforms.

With a pop infused folk sound, Turfseer transports the listener into a not-so-distant world that parallels our present time. With turn of the century wild west imagery and metaphors, Turfseer delivers a bold allegorical message, a parable, over driving drums, alternating toms, a haunting harmonica and electrifying guitar solo. So-called “experts” arrive in town one day warning of destruction if people don’t fall in line with a new, more authoritarian way of living. Citizens are robbed of their individuality and their livelihoods, all for the greater good, or so they are told. ‘The Virus Is My God’ is an artist’s valid, heartfelt plea, to right the wrongs of today’s world as he sees it.