Sapient Rain’s “From Bangor to West Acton” is Live on Music Streaming Services

Lyrics by Geoffrey Reilly

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?

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 “From Bangor to West Acton” for free on Suno.

Copilot’s Description and Analysis of the Song

Short takeaway: “From Bangor to West Acton” is Sapient Rain at its most direct and civically confrontational — a protest anthem that trades metaphorical mystique for a sharp, geographic call to collective responsibility. It’s furious, clear‑eyed, and intentionally uncomfortable, built to jolt listeners out of passive observation and into active resistance.

🎤 What the song is

This track sits in Sapient Rain’s political catalog as a marching song, not a meditation. It’s structured like a rally speech set to music: verses diagnose the crisis, the chorus demands participation. The emotional arc is linear — frustration → alarm → mobilization — and the lyrics are designed to feel like they’re closing in on the listener.

The specificity of Bangor and West Acton is deliberate. Sapient Rain often uses fictional or symbolic places, but here the geography is real, grounding the song in actual political fights over data centers, land use, and corporate expansion. It’s a protest song that names names.

🔥 Core themes

1. Rights erosion and institutional cowardice

The opening verse frames the crisis as a slow suffocation of civic agency:

  • “They take away your rights without permission or consent”
  • “They strangulate all hope”

This isn’t subtle — it’s meant to feel invasive, like something happening while people look away.

The second verse expands the critique to institutional complicity, describing political actors who “smile and betray us” while cloaking their actions in religious language. Sapient Rain is pointing at moral hypocrisy as a political weapon.

2. Corporate extraction as a new form of colonization

The song repeatedly targets data‑center expansion, Big Data, and private equity (explicitly naming Blackstone). These aren’t metaphors — they’re real-world entities reshaping landscapes, draining water tables, and influencing local governance.

Lines like:

  • “holy water for dot coms”
  • “Big Data’s the new oil”
  • “they go tearing through the soil”

frame tech infrastructure as a resource‑hungry industrial force, not a neutral innovation.

3. Environmental collapse as background radiation

Sapient Rain threads ecological anxiety through the song:

  • “the Earth’s a burning sauna”
  • “carbon cogs of chaos”
  • “carbonize our skies”

The imagery is intentionally suffocating — heat, smoke, engines, pistons — reinforcing the sense of a world overheating under corporate pressure.

4. The chorus as a moral ultimatum

The chorus is the song’s spine:

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

It’s not rhetorical. It’s accusatory. The listener is being asked whether they will remain passive “fodder” or become active participants in resisting the forces described.

Sapient Rain rarely uses direct imperatives; here, they do. That’s how you know the song is meant to be a call to arms.

🧠 Craft choices that stand out

Industrial metaphors

The antagonists are depicted as machines:

  • “carbon cogs”
  • “shiny pumping piston”
  • “engine of excess”

This suggests that the threat is systemic, not personal — a machine that keeps running unless disrupted.

The Sonny Liston reference

“We’ll go down like Sonny Liston” is a vivid, almost cinematic metaphor. Liston’s defeat symbolizes overwhelming force and the danger of underestimating your opponent. It’s a warning: complacency equals collapse.

Geographic anchoring

By naming Bangor and West Acton, the song ties abstract political frustration to real communities. It’s a clever rhetorical move: protest becomes local, not theoretical.

🎶 Artistic impact

“From Bangor to West Acton” is one of Sapient Rain’s most unshielded political songs. It doesn’t hide behind surrealism or allegory. It’s meant to be shouted at a rally, not quietly admired in headphones.

Its power comes from urgency, not elegance. It’s a song that says: The crisis is already here. The question is what you’re going to do about it.


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.

Sapient Rain’s “1.5 Degrees Celsius” is Live on Music Streaming Services

Lyrics by Geoffrey Reilly

Big oil has deep pockets
Spreading money like its seed
Politicians peck for dollars
guided by a creed of greed

They funnel cash to churches
tell the preachers what to say
there’s nothing they can’t purchase
including how we all should pray

Ignore your burning skin
and the bleached out coral reefs
forget about the science
and just stick to your beliefs

[Chorus]
They say
“Hey, it’s all a hoax!”
“None of this is real”
and “God will keep us safe
just let Jesus take the wheel”
“The science is a joke!”
“it doesn’t matter
what you feel”
Your Self-reliance
gets revoked
by their fervor
and their zeal

As the ticking time elapses
to the point of no return
when the cryosphere collapses
and the wild fires burn

with sub-arctic soil thawing
releasing tons of methane gas
the danger of ignoring
becomes a deepening morass

When the house of cards collapses
and we hurtle towards the brink
when there’s no more “but perhapses”
and our hearts begin to sink

[Chorus]
They say
“Hey, it’s all a hoax!”
“None of this is real”
and “God will keep us safe
just let Jesus take the wheel”
“The science is a joke!”
“it doesn’t matter
what you feel”
Your Self-reliance
gets revoked
by their fervor
and their zeal

Once we pass the tipping point
a cascading will occur
and we’ll struggle to anoint
a climate savior connoisseur

But a self-sustaining shift
will be largely underway
and we’ll remain adrift
forever and a day

They say
“Hey, it’s all a hoax!”
“None of this is real”
and “God will keep us safe
just let Jesus take the wheel”
“The science is a joke!”
“it doesn’t matter
what you feel”
Your Self-reliance
gets revoked
by their fervor
and their zeal

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 “1.5 Degrees Celsius” for free on Suno.

Copilot’s Description and Analysis of the Song

🌡️ A Song Built on Contrasts — and They Hit Hard

The verses and the chorus operate almost like two different worlds:

  • Verses: grounded in science, systems, and consequences
  • Chorus: a collage of slogans, talking points, and cultural reflexes

That contrast is the engine of the song. Every time the chorus returns with “Hey, it’s all a hoax!” it feels more absurd, more hollow, because the verses keep escalating the stakes — coral bleaching, cryosphere collapse, methane release, tipping points. The repetition becomes a kind of indictment: denial doesn’t evolve, but the crisis does.

🔥 The Imagery Is Scientific, Not Metaphorical

Sapient Rain often blends metaphor with technical detail, but here the imagery is almost clinical:

  • “cryosphere collapses”
  • “sub‑arctic soil thawing / releasing tons of methane gas”
  • “a self‑sustaining shift will be largely underway”

These aren’t poetic flourishes — they’re literal descriptions of climate feedback loops. The song’s emotional weight comes from how matter‑of‑fact these lines are. There’s no melodrama; the drama is in the science itself.

🕊️ The Religious and Political Critique Is Sharp

The early verses take aim at the infrastructure of denial — money, politics, and the co‑opted authority of certain religious institutions. The critique isn’t about faith; it’s about the weaponization of faith. Lines like “tell the preachers what to say” frame denial as a purchased narrative, not an organic belief.

The chorus then becomes a kind of echo chamber: familiar phrases, familiar cadences, familiar excuses. It’s musically catchy but rhetorically chilling.

🌀 The Final Section Is the Most Devastating

The last verses abandon the political framing entirely and focus on irreversibility:

  • “Once we pass the tipping point / a cascading will occur”
  • “we’ll remain adrift / forever and a day”

There’s no call to action, no hopeful pivot, no “we can still fix this.” Sapient Rain sometimes ends songs with a glimmer of redemption, but here the bleakness is intentional. It’s a portrait of what happens when denial wins long enough for physics to take over.

Overall Impression

It’s one of Sapient Rain’s most direct and uncompromising climate pieces — a song that refuses to soften its message or dilute its anger. The structure is tight, the imagery is precise, and the emotional arc moves from frustration to inevitability. It’s not meant to comfort; it’s meant to confront.


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.

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.

“A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” by Sapient Rain

Sapient Rain is a musical project that blends human creativity with artificial intelligence. It is a collaboration between lyricist / writer Geoffrey Reilly and the AI music engine Suno

The song “A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” is about the heartbreaking transformation of America from a country that welcomed and benefited from immigrants to a country led by a xenophobic nationalist who traffics in racial tropes and bigotry.

“A Lot More Shirley Chisholms” is coming to music streaming services on 07/20/2026. You can listen to it for free today on the Suno Website here.

A Lot More Shirley Chisholms

Thoughts Skewed by algorithms
Caught in thought complacency
dumbstruck and stuck in schisms
of moral rot and latency

We’re lost in planes and prisms
we’re distracted by our screens
we need a lot more Shirley Chisholms
in the land of the obscene

A greedy bigot runs the show
we all get painted by his brush
America’s lost that special glow
and the world’s been stunned
into a hush

[Chorus]
We’ve gone from taking huddled masses
yearning to be free
to terrorizing humans
trying to earn their currency
We’ve tamped the lamp of freedom
we closed the golden door
that shining city on the hill
is just a giant Walmart store

We choose a news that won’t refute us
we set up camps, we pick a side
we seek a truth that won’t dispute us
we all refuse to swallow pride

Lady Liberty has vanished
in a MAGA world of hate
She’s a dead idea in bronze and stone
we can’t resuscitate

We’ve become constant politickers
never doubting what we see
walking talking bumper stickers
with no humanity

[Chorus]
We’ve gone from taking huddled masses
yearning to be free
to terrorizing humans
trying to earn their currency
We’ve tamped the lamp of freedom
we closed the golden door
that shining city on the hill
is just a giant Walmart store


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.

Words to be Heard – Music for the Midterms

Protest songs don’t pack the societal punch they once did.

In an increasingly fragmented music culture, political activism has moved away from the record studio onto social media platforms. Factor in growing corporate cowardice and social cultural fatigue, and you’ve got an inhospitable landscape for protest songs to take hold and flourish – and that’s a fucking shame, because if there was ever a time for unifying the power of music against political corruption and maleficence, it’s today.

People who follow me on Instagram or subscribe to this blog might know about my musical project “Sapient Rain,” where I use the AI Music Engine Suno to showcase my poetry as song lyrics. They also likely know my deep displeasure with America’s turn towards fascism under the criminal Donald Trump.

For the Sapient Rain project, I’ve dropped two albums and multiple singles on Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube Music, and nearly half of the songs protest the intellectual, emotional, and physical carnage that Donald Trump, his poisonous MAGA minions, and the feckless cowards in Congress have visited upon America and the world.

For me, Donald Trump is the unwanted muse who creeps into my thoughts whenever I hear him babble incoherently about subjects of monumental importance to humanity, forcing me to put my pen to paper.

Believe me, I’d rather be writing about other things.

In the next phase of my Sapient Rain project, which I am calling “Sapient Rain – Humanized,” I’ll be looking to work with actual musicians and singers on these songs, inviting them to take my lyrics and create their own renditions.

Until then, and for the upcoming 2026 midterm election, check out these protest songs (my lyrics, Suno’s music).

Feel free to share them with friends or comment on them here.

Song Title and LinksOverviewFavorite Lyric
Liar’s Spit and Gravel  

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify


A grunge-infused rap about the callousness of Donald Trump and a cabinet stocked with cronies and sycophants.

The song is desperate plea for the emergence of true leaders and strong voices like Dylan, Bobby Kennedy, and Martin Luther King.
Autocratic In his tone His swelled-up ego overblown

A head that’s crammed with nothing known

Cuts lady justice to the bone

He snaps her picture with his phone

He loves how she’s become so prone to misogyny and testosterone
Weed Killer  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
An unplugged-alternative-rap about the abusive, lying, war criminal-pedophile and the supporters who enable him.Redacts his name from the files

Flips the script like Simone Biles

Shames the victims starts a war

He’s got no values at his core

Donny on Dementia

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A post-punk-new-wave ditty about the cognitive decline of our commander in chief and the need to invoke the 25th amendment to remove his sorry ass from office.
I have no idea what I’m doing

You’re all paying a steep price

I miss the days when I was screwing

Instead of being Jesus Christ



On the Other End of Rockets

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A dire song about the human consequence of war.We’re living in a danger that gets darker by the day

Drifting further from forgiveness

alone inside our passion play
A Message from Michelle

Listen free on Suno
 
Stream on Spotify
A hard rocking song about the need for fresh blood and ethical leaders to counter the explosion of crass grifters and incompetent know-nothings ruining our country and putting the rest of the world in grave danger.  We’re appalled at what he’s normalized the hatred he’s unfurled

Embarrassed by the crassness that he vomits on the world

We truly feel abandoned Like our voices are not heard

As the beatings and harassment strip us from our words
From Maine to Minnesota

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
Inspired by the violence that ICE agents perpetrated on communities in Maine and Minnesota and the need to stand up against the fascist tactics of ICE.
Full mags and clips they carry chips
of grievance on their shoulder

The hateful raids of ICE brigades turn citizens to soldiers
Strung Along

Listen free on Suno 

Stream on Spotify



Inspired by the murders of Renee Good and Alex Pretti, this song laments the cowardice of republicans in congress, while preaching on the value and importance of peaceful protest.
It’s remarkable how neatly this all falls apart

In a congress full of cowards with hate inside their hearts
What Would Jesus Do?

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A song about the hijacking of Christianity by the MAGA movement.

Shame on those motherfuckers.
We’re bastardizing Jesus ignoring what he said

not welcoming the stranger terrorizing them instead
Barbarians at the Gate

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A warning about what happens after Trump exits the earth for good – because lets face it, he’s provided a blueprint for autocracy in America and there are plenty of crooked politicians waiting in the wings to take over the brand.The despot is dead he’s pushing up daisies

but there’s a fresh bumper-crop of the morally hazy

With a blueprint for hate tightly clenched in their hand

they arrive at the gate to take over the brand
I Wanna to Bomb Iran  

Listen free on Suno
I wrote these lyrics originally to be sung to the tune, “I wanna Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles well before Trump launched his illegal war against Iran.When Bibi hugs me I feel happy inside

It’s such a feeling that I scream genocide! genocide! genocide!
The Ballad of New Bobby and Joan

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
If only there were a couple of angry folk-inspired musicians crisscrossing the country, spreading the word about a corrupt administration at small concert halls and clubs where Americans gather – if only.This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan Fender guitar-lords with truth microphones

This is the ballad of new Bobby and Joan bending their chords to the story they own
Hey Fascist, Catch

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
The lyrics are from a poem I wrote after the Charlie Kirk assassination. It’s about how dangerously divided America is and the potential for spiraling political violence that seems increasingly likely in the second Trump term.We ought to run from martyrdom not pin it to our chest not canonize the hateful guys who scream that they know best
The Orange King

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
A rockabilly humdinger about the dangers of blind obedience to a power-thirsty politician who cares only about himself.

Sound familiar?
A congress full of weaklings’

cowards one and all
afraid of the dull shadows that they cast upon the wall
Oligarchic Kings

Listen free on Suno

Stream on Spotify
Intended to be belt-out in anger, this classic rock inspired song warns against an oligarchy overtaking American Democracy.Oligarchic Kings are here to clip your wings

to wrap a rope around your throat to cast dark shadows over hope

to crush your dreams of better days

to dress your colors in shades of greys
The Orange Morass  

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify
A song about a nation under the control of a bigoted, thin-skinned, criminal liar.

He’s the tear in the fabric that holds us together

He’s the kink in the hose, and the blood on the feather

He’s the drip in the faucet that keeps us awake

He’s the menace in orange a thug on the take
Get a Load of Elon

Listen free on Suno  

Stream on Spotify

I wrote the poem “Get a Load of Elon” after seeing the sickening footage of that smiling dirtbag laughing it up and swinging a chainsaw around like some fake-ass efficiency hero.

Fuck that guy and everything he represents.



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

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 Writer

I wrote these lyrics this morning in the warm pre-dawn of hope and titled them “The Writer”. I used Suno to set the words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.

Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.

The Writer will be available on music streaming platforms on April 19th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.

The Writer

In a thin solitude of white noise
through a warm pre-dawn of hope
thoughts form in the steam
of his coffee through the haze
of the wine and the dope

An early draft barely breathing
faint notes in the margins await
he approaches with cold trepidation
and a fear that he’ll never be great

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight

He bears witness to the chaos
around him he uncovers
with truthful disdain
a fact of the human condition
that we’re all in emotional pain

Words structured into an arrangement
together they swing and sway
they help him avoid a derangement
and usher the light into day

He knows he can’t dodge his compulsion
this obsessive desire to write
the rhythmic tap of the keys
a propulsion that’s too hard to fight


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.

Liar’s Spit and Gravel

I took a poem I wrote several months ago, titled Spit and Gravel, tweaked the wording, added a chorus, and used Suno to set my words to music under the artist profile Sapient Rain.

Sapient Rain is a collaborative musical project that pairs me, the lyricist, with the AI music platform Suno.

Liar’s Spit and Gravel is available on music streaming platforms on April 12th, 2026, but you can listen to it today on Suno.

Liar’s Spit and Gravel, by Sapient Rain

Carpet bombing
Pedophile
The trashy king
Of tacky tiles
Pushing sneakers
Selling bibles
Names all over
Epstein’s files

Hawking watches
Hats and tees
What’s the price
Of dignity?

It seems that what
We value most
Is the loud and proud
Who like to boast
About dropping bombs
And making ghosts

When all that matters
Is what we’ve grossed
When hate and greed
Are double-dosed
Our nation’s veins
Become thrombosed

We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
and JonBenét

Autocratic
In his tone
His swelled-up ego
Overblown
A head that’s crammed
With nothing known
Cuts lady justice
To the bone

He snaps her picture
With his phone
He loves how she’s
Become so prone
To misogyny and
Testosterone

Bibi, Don,
And Vlady P
Selling war
To you and me
Killing, stealing,
And getting rich
Double-dealing,
Bait and switch

End-time preppin
Sneak attacks
Their Jesus Christ
Ain’t comin back
They drop his name
While talking smack
And stab our allies
In the back

We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
And JonBenét

Hegseth, Miller, RFK,
On the news
To fuck my day
Lindsey, Marco,
And Pammy Bee
Spewing lies
For all to see

See JD’s Maybelline
Eyeliner
Trump on the hunt
For vagina
Wraps himself
In stars and stripes
Pretends he’s cool
Like Wesley Snipes

Cocky, brass
In midnight rants
Surrounds himself
With sycophants
Marco, Graham,
And JD Vance

As lies unfurl
And we unravel
As truth
Gets bashed
By Johnson’s
Gavel
The blood-soaked
Trail on which
Truth travels
Gets paved with
Liar’s spit
And gravel

Fuck the Prez
And his crew
Screwing over
Me and you
He’s full of shit
A fucking liar
Making us
The world’s pariah

We need a Dylan
Of our own
A collective moss
Around the stone
We need a Martin
For the day
To gather us
To make some hey
We need a Bobby
To inspire
To fight injustice
To light a fire
Where are the leaders
Of today
As dead as Caesar
And JonBenét


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.

What Would Jesus Do?

What Would Jesus Do?” by Sapient Rain is available on music streaming services.

Sapient Rain is a human / machine collaboration between lyricist Geoffrey Reilly and the AI Music Engine, Suno.

On a week when we watched a “pastor” grotesquely compare a convicted felon and suspected pedophile to Jesus Christ, I think this song rings particularly true, especially heading into Easter weekend.

What Would Jesus Do? Lyrics

What would Jesus do
to a brownish me and you
would he throw us in a cage
and attack us with his rage

what would Jesus say
when we choose to look away
not turn the other cheek
and make mincemeat of the weak

In the cold and brackish waters
of America’s not great
we’re drowning in hypocrisy
and the riptide of our hate
We’re bastardizing Jesus
ignoring what he said
not welcoming the stranger
terrorizing them instead

If Jesus Christ came back today
what would MAGA do?
they’d label him a liberal
and re-crucify the jew

MAGA’s blue-eyed Jesus
is muscle-bound and blonde
armed and deadly dangerous
from heaven and beyond

In the cold and brackish waters
of America’s not great
we’re drowning in hypocrisy
and the riptide of our hate
We’re bastardizing Jesus
ignoring what he said
not welcoming the stranger
terrorizing them instead

What would Jesus say
about how we treat the poor
of how open we’ve become
to the slamming of the door

I think Jesus would be sick
at what America’s become
fanatically intolerant
and lovers of the gun

In the cold and brackish waters
of America’s not great
we’re drowning in hypocrisy
and the riptide of our hate
We’re bastardizing Jesus
ignoring what he said
not welcoming the stranger
terrorizing them instead


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.

Weed Killer is Live on Streaming Services

“Weed Killer,” the latest single from Sapient Rain, is live on Spotify.

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

You can listen to the full single for free on Suno, here.

Weed Killer

Bondi, Noem,
and Stephen Miller
Spreading lies
like Dow weed killer
Pushing pawns
and playing games
Breaking laws
like Jesse James

Congress cowers
in the corner
Pulling plums
like grown Jack Horners
State their case
loud and clear
Spreading hate
and tilling fear

Pardoned crooks
and forced compliance
assaulting facts
with pseudo-science
Throwing tantrums
hiding crimes
prepping hard
for the end times

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Truth denier
anti-Vaxxer
doesn’t matter
what the facts are
Pedal lies
igniting fires
Hide behind
the razor wire

Chasing migrants
in the street
masks instead
of hoods and sheets
Suppressing votes
and sinking ships
Lies like lipstick
on their lips

Vladimir and Xi Jinping
Bibi, Don, the ding-a-ling
Divvy up the map and riches
Prepping graves
and digging ditches

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
Let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool

Repeat the lie
until its true
Go on Fox
and blame the blue
Hug the flag
promote the bible
Toe the line
and keep it tribal

Redacts his name
from the files
Flips the script
like Simone Biles
Shames the victims
starts a war
He’s got no values
at his core

When he’s not
abusing children,
he’s dropping bombs
on their school
let’s turn the corner
On excusing
Stop propping up
this fucking tool


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.