The Swedish island of Gotland is known for its peculiarly primitive recording studios. It’s an island thing. Channeling Staten Island rappers, Clive’s lyrics to Baby, Don’t Cry! are peppered with bitter truth.
Here are the lyrics to Baby, Don’t Cry!
Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!
Some go low while others get high.
A lot of us crawl although some people fly.
Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!
Lady cryptographers
Coding salvation.
While out on the street
Marches… a nation.
Visions of El Trumpo
Stewing in Mar-a-Lago,
Whining and dining,
His life a farrago.
What a heartbreaker
From a childish bellyacher!
A liar and a cheater
He’s such a world beater.
No more tweets
For this man of the hour.
His time is past
But he holds onto power.
Time to get hearty,
Republican Party!
Pick up sticks
And dump all the pricks.
Vas ist loss mit familie Trumpf?
Do they have a problem?
Sie laufen, sie essen.
Who remembers? Nicht vergessen!
These… fine… immigrants
Of German stock
Bankrupted the country
And left us… in hock.
Brilliant business types,
Trump Jr. huffs and hypes,
Gaslighting us all
With near endless gripes.
Baby, baby! Baby, don’t cry!
Some go low while others get high.
A lot of us crawl although some people fly.
Baby, baby! Baby don’t cry!
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Enjoy!
Kevin
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