And then, in the Spring of 2020, did they find themselves trapped in their own domiciles. Hunkered in their houses, huddled in their hovels, hiding in their homes. They had hoarded their toilet paper, learned to pronounce new words like COVID and Wuhan, they could now properly spell quarantine on the first try. For the first time in a very long time, they thought having a case of Corona was a bad thing, even with those little lime wedges. They had rewatched all the seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation, and found themselves struggling with a new sexual awakening, brought on by repeated viewings of one Commander William Riker. They begged for some good news, some sweet release; from their mayors, their governors, their senators, their President. Each request was met with a negative, or a positive that they knew should have been a negative. You know how that goes. The immediate future looked bleak. They turned to the place they had always turned for comfort, to the smooth styling and rich wit of Uncle Walter. And there they found what they sought. A warm blanket on a cold night. A cold beer on a hot day. A homecooked meal and a handjob goodbye. There they found peace and there they found joy and there they found hope. Except of course they didn't. Take a look up at the top of the page. This is the Walter Becker Media Site. You know, the place for the guy who "sang about the good bad and ugly, and all and everything in between." So we're giving you a song about the Apocolypse, or at least the post-apocalypse. A hellscape...no, that's too harsh. A heckscape full of toxic suburbs and golden ghettos, petrol slicks and triple killzones. And wandering westward through the wasteland we find a trio of academics with their spouses...
Boom Baby
Walter Becker and Larry Klein
© 2005/2019 Zeon Music LLC, Strange Cargo/Downtown Music Three half-wise professors co-ed wives in tow
Putting up the sled now to the flatlands we must go
Searching for salvation following that star
Cross the purple plains of fair Amerika
Down in that golden ghetto Cal-i-forn-i-ay
These are the toxic suburbs that once was San Jose
Must be almost there now, can’t be very far
Which way to the lost Messiah our reluctant avatar?
Boom baby boom baby where are you?
The whole round world’s turned black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you?
The whole round world’s gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby where are you?)
Ah say can you see from miles away
Wading through the petrol slick at Half-Moon Bay
Ah so sorry that you can’t come out
And see for yourself what this brave new world is all about
Fanned out in concentric circles in dustbowl brown
The triple killzone running round the old agro town
Froze in fatal shades of biochemical surprise
Globally warmed-over for your unseeing eyes
Boom baby boom baby where are you?
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry baby boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby boom baby where are you?)
Wandr’in through the files down where the ugly truth was hid
Before that info shitstorm fractalized the entire grid
Sifting through the ruins, what’s it gonna be?
Intellectual deprivation, virtual unreality?
Holed up in the numbers the aborted d-base runs
Between the empty zeros and the lonely ones
Conspicuously absent, set off in silhouette
He must be here somewhere we just haven’t got to yet
Boom baby boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby cry boom baby where are you?
(Boom baby where are you
The whole round world gone black and blue
Wake up tomorrow what you gonna do
Laugh baby boom baby where are you?)
Good morning.
WB and SD will get us all through this...plus re runs of that other great Lary....
Larry David.!!
Stay well and don'inject the bleach..
Hey there dudes and dudettes, Is There Anybody Out There ? This blonde haired stranger just rode into town, squinting down the Dark, Empty street, wondering where to maybe grab a drink and a companion for the night.. But, I don't know, This Place Doesn't Look Too Hopeful.. I kick the shit off my boots and think about moving on, when a vision appears from some distant, foggy space.. Should I move along, or am I too far gone to hope that there could be some Human Contact made tonight.. And so I give it One Last Try.. Is there anybody Out There ? Lary