I’Member

 

I’member the cold war

N’ wheelbarrows

With big fat tires.

 

Things were done by hand

Back then.

 

Things were done on foot

Back then.

 

Brave people made it happen.

 

Building foundations were dug with a shovel

Successful spies took years to develop

And war was a board game called chess

 

Ever’one laughed

At a shoe phone,

At the ‘Cone of Silence’,

At ‘booby traps’.

 

Ever’one marveled at the spy

Who carried a single gun,

Who used special fun secret weapons,

Whose women were always sexy,

Who also always won.

 

And look where we are now.

 

Cell phones that can reach anywhere in the world.

Autonomous drones that can strike anywhere in the world.

GPS tracking chips that give your position anywhere in the world.

Satellites that can eavesdrop on electronic conversations anywhere in the world.

Cameras, cameras, cameras, with live video feed anywhere in the entire bloody world.

 

And flavored coffees that taste like crap.

 

Guns hold a gazillion bullets.

‘See it kill it’ is a given.

Take’n out a whole city block is considered

A ‘Surgical strike’.

 

Make’n nice with your enemies.

Spy’n on your friends.

Hand shake to the front,

Knife in the back,

N’ a boot to the arse.

 

There’s no s’uch thing as honor any longer

N’that’s just a given.

 

It makes me sad just think’n it.

 

At least the beer is still good.

 

Even the Yanks are do’n better with that

Bless the brewer thank ya much.

 

A toast then…

 

Here’s to sav’n the world one beer at a time say’s I.

 

A regret then…

 

Bloody hell but sometimes I wish I dinna member noth’n a’tall.

'Mr. Grumble'  has never before been published. The book is based upon all those spy movies and TV shows from the 1960's. It is funny, it is serious, and it was a joy to write. I do hope you have as much fun reading it.

Mr. Grumble - the theme song.

Mr. Grumble - the book.

Mr. Grumble

 

Vixyy Fox - lyrics and story

 

Wirez - original music and first arrangement

 

Peppercoyote - final arrangement and performance

 

 

Are you pretend or are you real?

Fancy’s sharp knife or life’s cold steal.

 

This make-believe spy comes into the mix

Defending a world that can’t be fixed.

 

Answers lie within the writing   

The stroke of his pen puts you there      

Long remain within the shadows           

Secret agent so debonair

 

His vivid author’s mind creates  

The world’s most dangerous friends      

Grown older now in both worlds           

He seeks to bring the stories end.           

 

Is he pretend or is he real?          

Fancy’s sharp knife or life’s cold steel? 

 

Is he pretend or is he real?          

Fancy’s sharp knife or life’s cold steel? 

 

This make-believe spy comes into the mix

Defending a world that can’t be fixed.