THE TRUMP DEATH CLOCK - A Parody of House of the Rising Sun | Don Caron

 

The Trump Death Clock is a billboard in Times Square located on Broadway and West 43rd Street. displaying the "theoretically claimed" number of deaths attributable to President Donald Trump's alleged inaction during the COVID-19 pandemic. The clock was created by Eugene Jarecki.

LYRICS for THE TRUMP DEATH CLOCK There is a billboard in Times Square. It’s called the Trump Death Clock. And whether or not you think that’s fair, the clock just goes tick-tock. The clock just goes tick-tock. It lists the people who have died, but only certain ones; from slow response that was applied, sounding the death drums, sounding the death drums. The White House claims Obama failed to leave a pandemic plan. The plan was there just not unveiled. It was in the garbage can. It was in the garbage can. Obama’s work routinely scorned, McConnell’s way to attack. Of virus danger they were forewarned but there was no going back. No, there was no going back. At first, he said “It’s just fifteen. Next week it will be none." Then with his miracle machine "It will just disappear in the sun.” It will just disappear in the sun. He claims he acted quick and great with China checks in place, which happened 40 days too late. New York had its two hundredth case. When he finally chose to act it was several months too late, so he played doctor to distract from the unprecedented death rate. From the unprecedented death rate. Suggesting that ultra-violet light could work intra corpus, while bleach and cleaning fluids could smite the virus through the caboose, the virus through the caboose. Then there's hydroxychloroquine. he says he takes it now. An obese man with a heart problem, gotta question his know-how. He tried to design a quick fix while silencing the scientists. No logic and no intellect yet revered by his tribalists. He's revered by his tribalists. There is a clock placed in Times Square that’s called the Trump Death Clock. Incompetence paid for with lives Will you be next? Tick-tock. Will you be next? Tick-tock. SOURCE MUSIC "The House of the Rising Sun" is a traditional folk song, sometimes called "Rising Sun Blues". It tells of a life gone wrong in New Orleans; many versions also urge a sibling or parents and children to avoid the same fate. The most successful commercial version, recorded in 1964 by British rock group The Animals, was a number one hit on the UK Singles Chart and also in the United States and France. As a traditional folk song recorded by an electric rock band, it has been described as the "first folk rock hit". Like many classic folk ballads, "The House of the Rising Sun" is of uncertain authorship. According to Alan Lomax, "Rising Sun" was used as the name of a bawdy house in two traditional English songs, and it was also a name for English pubs. Lomax proposed that the location of the house was then relocated from England to New Orleans by white Southern performers. However, folklorist Vance Randolph proposed an alternative French origin, the "rising sun" referring to the decorative use of the sunburst insignia dating to the time of Louis XIV, which was brought to North America by French immigrants. "House of Rising Sun" was said to have been sung by miners in 1905. The oldest published version of the lyrics is that printed by Robert Winslow Gordon in 1925, in a column "Old Songs That Men Have Sung" in Adventure magazine. The lyrics of that version begin: There is a house in New Orleans, it's called the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor girl Great God, and I for one. There is a common perception that prior to The Animals the song was about and from the perspective of a woman. This is incorrect, as the narrative of the lyrics has been continually whipped back and forth from a female to a male cautionary tale. The earliest known printed version from Gordon's column is about a woman's warning. The earliest known recording of the song by Ashley is about a rounder, a male character. The lyrics of that version begin: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Where many poor boys to destruction has gone And me, oh God, are one.