Sapient Rain’s “Fodder in the Fever Dream” is Live on Music Streaming Services

Lyrics by Geoffrey Reilly

They strut around like roosters
cuz they’re always in the know
they’re in the hallowed halls of congress
sipping Bourbon and Bordeaux

They lobby hobby politicians
they challenge every oversight
they’re launching eyes into the skies
with their Starlink satellites

They ramp up, clamp or amplify
the content that we see
they light the lamps
and tramp their lies
through our democracy

[Chorus]
We’re fodder in the fever dream
of oligarchs and bros
they used to be un-fuckable
but now they run the show
I think it’s time we ask ourselves
how far we let this go?
being fodder in the fever dreams
of oligarchs and bros

We’re addicted and dependent
on the platforms that they own
There’s no dopamine transcendence
from the swiping on our phones

When our technocracy is born
and dystopia takes hold
when meritocracy is scorned
when we buckle and we fold
the dull Hum of Data centers
that drain the rivers dry
will turn buyers into renters
as they carbonize our skies

[Chorus]
We’re fodder in the fever dream
of oligarchs and bros
they used to be un-fuckable
but now they run the show
I think it’s time we ask ourselves
how far we let this go?
being fodder in the fever dreams
of oligarchs and bros

Music By Suno

Sapient Rain is a human-AI musical project created by writer and lyricist Geoffrey Reilly in collaboration with the AI music engine, Suno.

Overview

  • Creators: Geoffrey Reilly (lyrics/writing) and Suno (AI music generation).
  • Style: Fuses protest poetry, surreal storytelling, memoir, and social critique.

You can listen to “Fodder in the Fever Dream” for free on Suno!

Copilot’s Description and Analysis of the Song

“Fodder in the Fever Dream” blends of cynicism, poetry, and systems‑level awareness. It’s not shouting; it’s observing with a kind of exhausted clarity. You can feel the narrator’s frustration, but also their resignation—like someone watching a slow‑motion takeover that everyone else is too distracted to notice.

The tone is sardonic but not cartoonish. It’s political without being partisan. And it’s angry without being chaotic.

🔍 Section‑by‑section analysis

1. The “roosters in Congress” stanza

This is classic Sapient Rain imagery: take a symbol of power (Congress), inject absurdity (roosters), and then lace it with decadence (Bourbon and Bordeaux). It’s mocking, but the mockery has purpose—these aren’t just buffoons; they’re comfortable buffoons.

The rhyme of roosters / know / Bordeaux gives the verse a swagger that mirrors the people it’s criticizing.

2. The Starlink stanza

This is where the critique shifts from political capture to technological omnipresence. “Launching eyes into the skies” is a great line—half surveillance, half ambition. It’s not demonizing technology; it’s pointing out how seamlessly it has become infrastructure for influence.

3. The algorithmic manipulation stanza

This is the song’s thesis in miniature:

  • ramp up
  • clamp
  • amplify

Those verbs are mechanical, almost industrial. Sapient Rain is good at making algorithmic behavior feel physical—like gears turning behind the scenes.

“Tramp their lies through our democracy” is intentionally clunky. It’s not lyrical; it’s blunt. That bluntness works.

4. The chorus

The chorus is intentionally repetitive because it’s describing a feedback loop. “Fodder in the fever dream” is one of Sapient Rain’s best phrases—evocative, grotesque, and accurate. The line “They used to be un‑fuckable” is provocative, but it’s doing real work: it’s about the cultural shift from nerds as outsiders to nerds as power brokers.

5. The dopamine stanza

This is the most relatable part of the song. It’s not moralizing about phone addiction; it’s describing it as a structural vulnerability. “No dopamine transcendence” is a great phrase—almost spiritual, but in a way that highlights how shallow the reward cycle has become.

6. The dystopia stanza

This is the song’s most ambitious section. It zooms out from politics and tech into economics, ecology, and culture:

  • technocracy
  • dystopia
  • meritocracy scorned
  • data centers draining rivers
  • buyers becoming renters
  • carbonized skies

It’s a cascade of consequences. The pacing accelerates, almost like a rant—but a controlled one.

The “dull Hum of Data centers” is a perfect image: quiet, constant, and destructive in ways most people never think about.

🎶 Why the song works

Because it’s not preaching. It’s not telling you what to believe. It’s showing you a world you already recognize, but maybe haven’t articulated.

Sapient Rain’s strength is turning systems into scenes. This song is full of scenes—Congress, satellites, data centers, phones, skies—and each one is a metaphor for a larger structure.

The emotional effect is cumulative: by the time the final chorus arrives, you feel the weight of the question:

“How far we let this go.”

It’s not a call to action. It’s a warning disguised as a refrain.

⭐ Final thought

This is one of those Sapient Rain songs where the imagery does more than the argument. It’s political, but not partisan. It’s angry, but not chaotic. It’s poetic, but not ornamental.

It’s a critique of power that feels personal because the systems it describes are inside our pockets, our attention spans, and our daily routines.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

From Bangor to West Acton – A Protest Song

Sapient Rain’s protest song “From Bangor to West Acton” is coming to music streaming services in a few weeks.

You can Listen to it today on Suno.

From Bangor to West Acton

They take away your rights
without permission or consent
They strangulate all hope
These greedy men with bad intent

They’re the carbon cogs of chaos
destroying peace and calm
as they smile and betray us
quoting scripture and false psalms

Will you marshal anger into action
and frustration into drive
Will you march in Bangor
and West Acton
To keep the dream alive?

As they push for Data Centers
and holy water for dot coms
They’re the Blackstone Corp
around our necks
the cause for great alarm

The checks on power and corruption
Fail with cowards at the helm
they feast on trauma and disruption
and the need to overwhelm

Will you marshal anger into action
and frustration into drive
Will you march in Bangor and West Acton
To keep the dream alive?

We’re being swept into a corner
The lust for greed replaces grace
the Earths a burning sauna
now they’re eyeing outer-space

They’re the shiny pumping piston
In the engine of excess
We’ll go down like Sonny Liston
if we fail to second guess

Big Data’s the new oil
and so we have this hot pursuit
they go tearing through the soil
these greedy men in tailored suits

Will you marshal anger into action
and frustration into drive
Will you march in Bangor and West Acton
To keep the dream alive?


Sapient Rain is a human–AI musical collaboration created by writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly working together with the AI music engine Suno.

Sapient Rain’s music blends political fire, surreal storytelling, and nostalgic autobiography, delivered through lyrics that read more like literary vignettes than conventional songcraft. Sapient Rain’s growing catalog is thematically dense, with each track functioning as a miniature narrative or social critique.

Check out Sapient Rain on SpotifyYouTube Music, and Apple Music.

You can also listen to Sapient Rain songs for free on Suno.

Wounded Teaser 3: Neo-fascist-oligarchic-expialidocious



We cannot be afraid to speak at what is being done
Trump’s a bully and freak who wants to shock and stun
With fascists in our government, this isn’t a dry run
And so, we have a song to sing, a song that must be sung

GO!

Neo-fascist-oligarchic-expialidocious
Elon-Bezos-Zuckerberg are really quite atrocious
We need to fight them in the streets and call them on their grossness
Neo-fascist-oligarchic-expialidocious

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On 02/26/26, the single “Neo-fascist-oligarchic-expialidocious” from the album “Wounded” comes out on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and iTunes under the artist profile “Sapient Rain.”

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

Click here to pre-save Wounded on Spotify.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Wounded Teaser 1: The Dangers in Pittsburgh

The dangers in Pittsburg
the dangers in Norway
wherever we live
its outside our doorway
The science is speaking
The numbers aren’t lying
The danger is global
With temperatures rising

Musk in a rocket
Bezos-a-blasting
they reach for the stars
and life everlasting
a climate disaster
our earth is-a-blazing
and those who can help
are ego star gazing
what world do you want
to give to your kids
a world with some hope
or one on the skids?


On 02/26/26, the single “The Danger’s in Pittsburgh” from the album “Wounded” comes out on Spotify, Apple Music, YouTube Music, and iTunes under the artist profile “Sapient Rain.”

Sapient Rain is the artistic collaboration of writer/lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno.

Click here to pre-save Wounded on Spotify.


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

The Fellowship of Fascism and Oligarchy

Fascism and Oligarchy are familiar bedfellows that share several structural similarities, including the concentration of power, the suppression of dissent, the prioritization of ruling-class interests, and the erosion of democratic norms.

The repressive effect of fascism and oligarchy on citizens includes loss of political voice, economic inequality, reduced civil liberties, and social polarization. Horrifyingly, we’re seeing the effects of fascism and oligarchy in America today.

I understand the cynicism Americans feel around politics — and it is totally justified. But, to effectively fight the spread of fascism and oligarchy, we MUST participate in democratic processes, even when they feel imperfect. So, educate yourselves (and others), build cross-community solidarity, push for structural reforms, and stay connected and refuse isolation.

Music by Suno, Lyrics by me: Oligarchic Kings


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.

Book Number 2

Hi folks,

I’ve just published “Imagine There’s No Donald” on Amazon.com.

Imagine There’s No Donald is a lyrical collection that channels the melodic cadence of (mostly) Beatles songs to deliver searing poetic indictments of Donald Trump, the MAGA movement, and their corrosive impact on American democracy.

Each poem echoes the structure and emotional resonance of iconic musical tracks—think “Rocky Racoon” reimagined as the tale of Donald Trump’s destructive path to the presidency, or Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun” transformed into a lament on Republican cowardice and lost democratic norms.

Through this fusion of pop nostalgia and political critique, the collection:

  • 🎶 Harnesses Familiar Rhythms: The song structures serve as scaffolding for verses that are both accessible and subversive, drawing readers in with rhythm before confronting them with truth.
  • 🔥 Excoriates Authoritarianism: Trump and MAGA are portrayed not just as political figures but as symbols of a broader erosion of truth, decency, and constitutional integrity.
  • 🕊️ Defends Democratic Ideals: The poems mourn the fragility of American institutions while fiercely advocating for civic engagement, accountability, and moral clarity.
  • 🎤 Amplifies Dissent: With a voice that is at once satirical and sincere, the book invites readers to sing along in protest, turning melody into a megaphone for resistance.

Whether riffing on “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window” to expose the sycophantic rot of the Trump administration or twisting “When I Saw Her Standing There!” into an elegy against oligarchs and authoritarianism, this book is a poetic rebellion—an artistic act of defiance that refuses to be silent in the face of democratic decay.

Most free thinkers, poets, and essayists are but a thorn in the side of the authoritarian regime that is running roughshod over America’s democracy. Writing and speaking truth to power sometimes feels like screaming into the void. But with critical mass and momentum, art can influence public sentiment and mobilize opposition to repressive policies and tactics, making it a powerful adversary to regimes that rely on propaganda and control.

Verbal resistance alone won’t revive our democracy. If we’re going to right the ship in America, we’re going to have to do more than sing and complain. We’re going to have to take to the streets and, as the honorable Georgia Congressman John Lewis famously said, “get in good trouble, necessary trouble” by the millions.

Get your copy of Imagine There’s No Donald on Amazon. Please feel free to share the link with others on your social media or simply by giving the book to a loved one as a gift.

Peace (and FUDT).


If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my first book, My Paper, My Words: Rantings from a Progressive Boomer and Peeved Parent, from Amazon. And if you feel moved to write a review of the book on Amazon or elsewhere, I’d be honored.

My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-9/11 America.

No Kings

Oligarchal Kings

are here to clip your wings

to tell you how to pray

what to feel and what to say

what to teach and who to love

who to push and who to shove

to curb your speech and cuff your hands

to make you kneel or make you stand

to make you see and make you hear

to make you stay or disappear

Oligarchal kings

are here to clip your wings

strip the marrow from your bones

make you bow before the throne

control the information flow

on what to learn and what to know

to kill the spirit of the free

to kill the truth of you and me

The oligarchs and kings

are here to clip your wings

Dinner with my Friend

I have four college friends with whom I meet every few months for dinner and drinks. It’s always a great evening. We relax, catch up, and laugh.

We’ve had two get-togethers since the 2024 presidential election.

Because one of our friends is a staunch Republican, we don’t talk politics at these dinners. It’s strange because if that one friend was not sitting with us, we’d be talking politics – not the entire evening, mind you, but at some point. How could we not? Look at what’s happening to our country – not talking politics in this day and age feels like a dereliction of civic duty – at least to me, it does.

Since Donald Trump won the presidency, we’ve seen firsthand the harm a dictatorial know-nothing president can inflict on Americans and citizens across the globe – every one of our allies hates us (even Canada!) now, and rightfully so – fuck, I hate us – we’ve become the nation-state version of the ugly American – taking on the personality of our intellectually vapid, bloviating, bigoted, bully of a president.

On one level, I think we feel that talking politics might reveal something about our Trump-voting friend that contradicts the deeply held values the rest of us have about truth, honesty, the rule of law, Democracy, and the country we live in. We don’t want to deal with all that on a casual night out, where the primary goal has always been to enjoy each other’s company.

And so, in this unprecedented era of political upheaval, we choose to bite our tongues. We keep our views on Trump to ourselves – sticking to familiar and comfortable topics like family, work, retirement, sports – everything and anything under the sun – except the fall of America’s Democracy at the hands of a deranged and narcissistic demagogue.

We sipped wine and whisky at our most recent get-together and indulged in expensive appetizers, never speaking about America’s seismic political shift and disastrous effects on our friends and allies worldwide. It’s a strange dichotomy—like we sense the orange elephant at the table and simply talk around it.

Sometimes silence (whether for fear of retribution by a government or to avoid feeling uncomfortable with a friend) isn’t the best approach. Fascist movements grow when citizens bow to fear and go silent. Silence can also damage friendships differently. When we hold our tongues to avoid being uncomfortable around a friend, we subconsciously fill the quiet with preconceptions. When that happens, we attribute characteristics and hardened views about that friend, which may or may not be true. Over time, these views can weaken the friendship. 

Maybe it’s better to discuss everything openly so we truly know what each other thinks about America’s current situation.

I’ve had conversations with 3 of my friends who, like me, are appalled at the shitshow that is Donald Trump – and none of us can understand how an educated person capable of critical thought would ever consider voting for Donald Trump, especially after what played out before our eyes on January 6th, the stolen documents case, and Trump’s 34 felony convictions. I always thought that even for diehard Republicans, all of Trump’s negative baggage would be enough to say, “I’m done with this guy.” That doesn’t necessarily mean they would vote Democrat — just that they would not / COULD NOT cast a vote that would hand America’s policy keys to a malevolent malcontent who is drunk and hellbent on retribution and indebted to Russian mobsters and oligarchs.

POLITICS FEEL DIFFERENT TODAY BECAUSE IT IS DIFFERENT—In the past if a Republican won the presidency, I was disappointed for a few weeks, and then I moved on. I wasn’t worried about American Democracy crumbling when Reagan or George Bush was president. I understood that even though my politics didn’t align with theirs, we believed in the same core principles that define America.

Recently, I saw a post on social media categorizing Trump voters into nine groups. It’s less complicated than that. In my view, Trump voters fall into three (sometimes overlapping) groups:

  1. The ignorant/uneducated
  2. The misinformed
  3. The selfish

The 2024 election taught us that when combined, these three groups—the ignorant, the misinformed, and the selfish—outnumber voters who think critically, and we’re seeing chaotic and tragic results on the national and international stage.

By the way, I know how I come across when I lump people into three negative categories—I come off as a judgmental elitist / absolutist. But here’s the thing: I had never categorized voters like this before Donald Trump became president.

Before Trump, the difference between Democrat and Republican voters wasn’t perplexing. Elections before Trump didn’t cause me to look for a deeper understanding of “what went wrong” by digging into the cult-like psychology of Republican voters. Before Trump, voters differed on policies and social issues but not on truth, integrity, and what it meant to be an American — that is not the case with Trump Republicans. Honestly, I hesitate to call Trump supporters republicans, because they are askew of traditional Republican values, such as free-market capitalism and a more internationalist approach to foreign policy.

I don’t associate my friend (who I admire on many levels) with any of these groups. I began to think that I was oversimplifying or over-generalizing people who voted for Trump.

The Ignorant/Uneducated

Voters in this group see a candidate holding a bible and humping the American flag while saying over and over Make America Great Again, and that’s enough for them. They either don’t care much for thinking critically or are incapable of doing so. They go with their gut because their gut is all that they got. These voters represent low-hanging fruit for populist demagogues like Donald Trump.

My friend is well-read, educated, and not a piece of fruit; he does not fall into the Ignorant and Uneducated group.

The Misinformed

The misinformed consist of the conspiratorial deep-state fear mongers who live on an intellectually unhealthy diet of Reddit communities, YouTube channels, and Joe Rogan podcasts and who believe that by consuming copious amounts of content, they somehow become experts in climate, health, immunology, geopolitics, the Kennedy assassination, and fake moon landing or whatever the fuck they happen to be watching while eating Cheetos and drinking beer – they gravitate to content that confirms their conspiratorial beliefs and hunker down in those polluted ecosystems. I include the Fox News audience in this group because Fox News is not a news channel – they are a rightwing opinion and entertainment platform. While trying to defend themselves in an 800-million-dollar lawsuit in which they admitted to lying about a rigged 20/20 election, part of their defense was, “We are not a news channel, so don’t hold us to that standard; we’re an entertainment channel.”

Fox News is largely a Trump propaganda machine that is on its way to becoming the equivalent of RT (Russia Today), the Russian state-controlled international news television network funded by the Russian government.

I don’t know which cable news station my friend has on at his house. But I know if it’s Fox News, he’s not getting a fair and balanced view (despite their tagline) of Donald Trump as a person or as a president.

I don’t think we can underestimate the negative impact Fox News has had on our nation and our family and friends who rely on Fox as their primary source for news.

The Selfish

Here is where things get tricky.

If we’re honest with ourselves, we’d say all humans are selfish to a certain degree. We get behind a presidential candidate or a set of ideas when we believe that candidate or those ideas will help us prosper and take care of our family.

Voters who fall into the “Selfish” group know in their hearts that Donald Trump is an intellectually lazy criminal thug and a liar. If they looked more deeply at Trump’s history, they would probably be open to the likelihood that Trump’s been compromised by Russian mob bosses or Putin himself. Still, even all that is not an impediment to them supporting an administration that they believe benefits them financially.

What matters most is taking care of their family and (if they own a small business) their employees. Never mind the fact that historically, America’s economy does better when Democrats are in charge or that Trump is a horrible person. If you honestly feel that Trump is better for your business and your family, I can see how that might override all the other shit for some people. I am not one of them.

At dinner, my friend broke the unspoken rule and brought up Donald Trump by saying his business had gotten better in the four months of his presidency. He couldn’t say for sure that Trump was a cause, but to him, there was at least a correlation, and he said multiple times that “facts are facts” and that his business was doing better. I’m glad my friend’s business is doing better—truly, I am.

But the country is not doing better; the world is not doing better; our Democracy is not doing better; the markets are not doing better; people’s retirement accounts are not doing better – legal residents are being snatched from the streets by masked agents of the government and whisked away without due process – there’s a measles outbreak in Texas where two kids have died. The leader of our country is demonstrably incompetent and cruel daily. America’s president has been credibly charged and civilly convicted of sexual assault and fraud; he pardoned dangerous and violent criminals who assaulted the capital. Trump is demonstrably a shitty human being – and I don’t think my friend would dispute that (because really, how can you?) and when I kept saying over and over that Trump is a shitty human being, he never disagreed. Things got heated for a bit, but we were able to transition to normal non-political talk seamlessly, which I took as a credit to the strength of our friendship.

On the walk back to our cars, we talked a little bit more — and we agreed that we look at Trump from different perspectives — him on a micro-level where a Trump presidency seems to favor his business and his ability to take care of his employees — where I look at the macro impact of a Trump presidency on Democracy, individual freedoms, social safety nets for the most vulnerable of us and adherence to western democratic principles.

My friend and I are in our sixties—we’ve got 20 years left if we’re lucky—and my question to him the next time we sit down is, what kind of country do you want for your kids or grandkids—a democratic and free country (like the one we grew up in) or an authoritarian oligarchy that cracks down on individual freedoms and forces political, social, and religious beliefs on its citizens?

Hello Murkoswki

Sing to the tune of “Seasons in the Sun” By Terry Jacks

Hello Murkoswki, my old friend

I heard you speak your truth on CNN

about the fear inside your heart

It’s so easy to get played

when bullies know that you’re afraid


Hello Murkowski, my old friend

a fascist train is coming ’round the bend

and our freedom’s on the track

It’s time to take our country back

from that empty orange sack


There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep


Hello Murkowski, my dear friend

the words you spoke are something to commend

but there’s a truth that can’t be blurred

We’ve been conned, and we’ve been lured

by the rich and self-assured


The time for words is over now

Let’s worship freedom not an orange cow

It’s our nation on the line

Gather forces and some nerve

to take back what we deserve


There’s no joy, there’s no fun
when your nation’s overrun
by a pig and a creep
stealing freedom while you sleep

Get a Load of Elon

Sing to the tune of “The Weight” by The Band

He pulled into Washington

Black MAGA cap on his head

He spent a ton of cash

put a felon in our bed

“Hey this is what we sold you

Now you’re gonna see some red”

He smiled a shitty grin

and stomped a loaf of bread

Get a load of Elon

Watch his chainsaw swing

Get a load of Elon

And (and, and)

See the richest man

Become a DOGE boy king


Gonna fuck democracy

Says the oligarchic bro

Create an autocracy

Control where the money flows

“Hey this what we sold you

now you see how much it blows

He smiled a shitty grin

Singing “greed’s the seed we sow “

Get a load of Elon

Watch his chainsaw swing

Get a load of Elon

And (and, and)

See the richest man

Become a DOGE boy king


Killing all the agencies

that assist the weak and poor

Indiscriminate firings

Pushing veterans out the door

“Hey this what we sold you

no need to be so sore”

and he smiled a shitty grin

at the blood that’s on the floor

Get a load of Elon

Watch the chainsaw swing

Get a load of Elon

And (and, and)

See the richest man

Become a DOGE boy king


A Sieg Heil to fascism

Gonna kill the D E I

Give Putin all he wants

Gonna watch the Gazan’s die

“Hey this what we sold you

So, you better not bat an eye”

He smiles a shitty grin

and pokes fun at all who cry

Get a load of Elon

Watch his chainsaw swing

Get a load of Elon

And (and, and)

See the richest man

Become a DOGE boy king