trump rules

 I'm a Im a moral manMORAL MAN

CLOSE MINDED AND PROUD

UNWILLING TO GROW WITH CHANGES

SIT BACK AND WATCH THE NEWS

DEPRESSION FILLS THE SENSES....

OOH..IM JUST A MORAL MAN...

HOMOSEXUALS AND ABORTION

THE BIGOT NEVER CARES

KEEP PREACHING FOR MY DESTINY

ALL FOR MY LITTLE SHARE

JUST A MORAL MAN

THE OLD FASHIONED WAY

EVERY FAKE HAS GOT A VOICE

IVE GOT TO HAVE MY PIECE OF PIE

IM LEFT WITHOUT A CHOICE

 POLITICIANS WITH THE ANSWERS

I'LL CHANGE THE WORLD FOR YOU

FLOODING THE MIND WITH BLINDING CRIME

JUST A COVER FOR THE COUP.s

 email gonzalez6389@gamil.com or yahoo.com...trying to sell my songs...please help...they are really good songs.

 Jack of all Traits

Straying thru the Night

with trembling hands that feel the fright

I dare to take another's dreams 

To fill the void with all the screams

Feel...Feel for me.

I long for simple ecstasy

That dwells within a dying plea.

Where did you run to

what were the lies

The truth is hiding

Behind the fatal cries! 

The drum is calling, Well it calls for me

Seeking and craving, craving the life, of insanity

Jacky dear, what was her name

Living the bar fly, you played the game

Started all again, they all die the same

Muffle the screaming knowing the meaning

Jacky dear....love of pain

She lays there dying, with tears in her eyes

What bloody shame there's no restrain 

He's looking for someone to blame

THE MUTILATION!, THE DEGRADATION!

The cause of seasons of indignation

What's done is done Light years away 

The chance is here to see the light of day

And prey for another sole(soul), bleeding heart.

copyright 1995, Jose Antonio Gonzalez, All rights reserved.

 I DONT UNDERSTAND...FIRST OF ALL, I DISLIKE THE FONT....WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING DOWN KNOWING ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY MUSIC....AND ADD THE MUSIC TO MY BLOG...I HAVE NO FOLLOWERS ...FOR OVER 10 YEARS?...AND I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.....MY MUSIC IS IMPORTANT TO ME AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS.

I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN....JUST ONE MILE NORTH OF THE MEXICAN BORDER...MY FATHER WAS A FISHERMAN/ HUNTER FROM MEXICO...VERACRUZ...AT AGE 10, HE LOST HIS FATHER, JOSE GONZALEZ, TO CANCER....THEN HE WAS SUBJECT TO TORCHER FROM HIS PROSTITUTE MOTHER...WHO ALLOWED MANY SUTORS TO HIS HOME...

HE WAS WHIPPED AND BEATEN... AT AGE 10 HE PROVIDED FOR HIS HALF BROTHERS AND SISTERS BY CREATING COAL UNDER BURNING ASHES AND SELLING THEM IN THE PLAZA.AS HE GREW UP HE BECAME AN MAN OF HIS OWN

ONE DAY, HE WAS SELLING HIS GOODS AND HE NOTICED A LINE OF MEN IN THE PLAZA...HE ASKED AND THEY SAID THEY WERE WAITING FOR A JOB....SO HE GOT IN LINE...

THEY BUSSED HIM FROM TAMPICO VERACRUZ TO CHICACO ILLINOIS...TO WORK ON THE RAILROAD....BECAUSE MOST AMERICAN MEN WERE FIGHTING THE WAR...CIRCA 1942....

HE TOLD US MANY STORIES, MANY HE KEPT TO HIMSELF...

AFTER THE WAR WAS OVER, HE WAS ASKED WHAT HE WANTED AS HIS DISPLACEMENT...WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY HERE IN CHICAGO?...DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO MEXICO?...

HE TOLD THEM THAT HE WANTED TO GO AS FAR SOUTH BEFORE YOU REACH THE BORDER...AND THAT WAS MISSION, TEXAS...WHERE HE MET MY MOTHER AND I WAS CREATED...AMEN

GonzoTunes: Take me to the OceanTake me to the SeaSomewhere ...

GonzoTunes: Take me to the Ocean
Take me to the Sea
Somewhere ...: Take me to the Ocean Take me to the Sea Somewhere far from here Far from Reality What was I to think of What was I to do Don't un...

GonzoTunes: THE ROAD

GonzoTunes: THE ROAD: THE ROAD SOMEWHERE...ALONG THE WAY MOVING THRU THE DAY FEELINGS....ARE IN A MIRE STAYING.....UNINSPIRED DRIVING DOWN A VALLEY ROAD H...NO SOUND FUCKING FUSTRATING

THE ROAD

THE ROAD

SOMEWHERE...ALONG THE WAY
MOVING THRU THE DAY
FEELINGS....ARE IN A MIRE
STAYING.....UNINSPIRED

DRIVING DOWN A VALLEY ROAD
HOPING TO SECURE THE LOAD
THE RIVER SEEMS TO SWALLOW ME

IF I TAKE THE CURVE TO DEEP

SHOULD I GO THE OTHER WAY
OR IS IT JUST THE THING TO SAY
WILL IT BE A RHAPSODY
TAKING ME TO ECSTASY

SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY
MOVING THRU THE DAY.......

COPYRIGHT 2014,JOSE ANTONIO GONZALEZ
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Mutual Abuse

I fall asleep...as i hear you weep----ing in the cold and lonely night
I wish I could...you know i would,  not ever  cherish you without a fight
Its all the same...just another game, to satisfy the pain in our lives
I keep blaming you, do you hate me too,
when somehow things don't seem to be alright.
(dumb whistle)

 The dinner's cold and I'm getting old
there has to be a way out of it all
sick of the loving...pushing and shoving
making up again...after the fall

Take me away....to another day
Respect was the one thing we all could depend on
And if may, I regret to say
I'll have to move on...along with this tearful song

Copyright 1998, Jose Antonio Gonzalez, all rights reserved.

My Little Will

There was a time when little Will would walk upon the line
Knowing well he was the one and all he had was time
Walking home one sunny day he came across a muse

Telling him to save the day before he was accused

(Obituary) Paperboy, hey paperboy, what is the news today
Says it here they’re looking for the one who got away
They say it was the will of one who didn’t take the fall
Looking at the very end, I chose to make the call

(Reading of the will) We gather all together, like children in the yard
Really showing sadness, pretending to the heart
Cry for me and laugh for me it really will be you You’ll be the one who’ll take the prize; it will be one of you (The guilt) It was I!!! I was the one; I can’t believe its true

Being good was all I did and all I get is blue
Never thought that blue would be the part that would prevail
Looking back it does reveal that all I did was rule

Copyright 2003, Jose Antonio Gonzalez All rights reserved

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Of Course they are for sale or you may borrow the rights like any other song that's available.
Just be sure to contact me at my e-mail: gonzalez6389@gmail.com... and we can work together to make an awesome hit song.