Well, apparently not only is it Groundhog Day, but it's also National Play Your Ukulele Day, so here's a ukulele song about Puxsutawney Phil, but also about climate change, with reference to the Doomsday clock, because. You know. Regular things. 🙃
Pretty simple melody/ditty, keeping the focus mostly on the lyrics, but I think that E7 turn at the chorus is pretty satisfying. This was a real quick write and a one-shot recording, which I may re-do if I have time just to smooth out a couple transitions and some mumbly bits, but I'm pretty pleased with how it turned out overall.
Says it’ll be an early spring
But I don’t remember any snow
Since last February
And just the other day
I was sitting in the sun
In only a light sweater
As though spring’d already come
But there’s nothing to worry about
There’s nothing to see
Mother Earth’s as business friendly
As the freemarket economy
And hopes and prayers can save lives
Almost as well as good guys with guns
And coal can burn clean
As long as you believe it can
And it’s my human right to buy
Whatever my card lets me purchase
Each of us deserves the right
To inflict our own damage
Our collective fiction
About a precognitive rodent
Is the least of our delusions
If you ask me
But since nobody did
I’ll keep pissing in the wind
Preparing myself to die on a lonely hill
Me and Punxsutawney Phil
Which part of the world
Is on fire today?
And which parts are under water?
How far away are they?
And if 2 minutes lasts two years
Than what’s 100 seconds?
I used to be so good at math
But now I can only guess
When I woke up yesterday
The first words that I said
Were “rabbit” twice, cuz on the first of the month
That’s just what you did
But I didn’t always remember
To say it every month, and yet --
I also can’t remember if any month
Was less blessed than that next
Hope’s as good as a groundhog
Groping for a snack after a long nap
Being hoisted up by a strange man
Wearing a cape and a top hat
And performing a magic trick
But who’s the magician? Who’s the assistant?
And which one of us is dying on this hill --
Me or Punxsutawney Phil?