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Daily Lyric: SATRAPS

Updated: Mar 13

You came through hell and high water

And what didn’t kill you made you stronger

You’re a new woman now and your spirit flies

So you don’t need the same old guy any longer

You gathered all these exciting new friends

Mesmerized ‘em with your psycho-spiritual voodoo

But I didn’t buy into it and I still don’t

‘Cuz I know what you are and I can see right through you.

You’d rather have your henchmen and your satraps

Your sycophants, your toadies, and your cads

Your pettifogging mouthpiece and your enabling shrink

Whisper in your ear how you’ve been had

Your yes-men and your minions

Who bolster your opinions

Will always shore up what you already believe

And you’ll regretlessly eject

Anyone who dares object

You’ll make sure the door won’t hit them when they leave.

You were once my sustaining soulmate

The salt of the earth, so genuine, and so real

You were the gifted giver of life

With hands and heart to love, nurture, and heal

But you metamorphosed into such a dislikeable thing

And those who once loved you don’t even know you

You won’t even spit in their direction now

Because all who came before are suddenly so below you.

You’d much prefer your henchmen and your satraps

Your proxies, your doxies, and your marks

All the gawkers and hawkers that bow to your every whim

Your kiss-up army of snakes, wolves, and sharks

Your bitchery leaves me flummoxed

And so does your loyal lummox

Who you count on to kowtow on cue

And all these goons, geeks, and dorks

Line up like spoons, knives, and forks

In their zeal to remain in the fawning Cult Of You.

What chappened to the Chunnie that I used to love

I wonder as I stare in disbelief

I sniff the stench of snobbery that floats down from above

As I fight off all the heartbreak and grief

I scream out, I want my wife back!

I want my stable old life back!

I want to roll back and restore the way things were before

You became like some bogus tribal chief!

So now you’re queen of all you survey

You look down your nose from that ivory tower

You issue edicts and proclamations from up on high

Because now you believe that You Got De Power

Your hysterical pronouncements are so loud and shrill

As you consolidate your high position

You brandish your blackjack to blackball and blackmail

And browbeat me into submission.

Well call off your henchmen and your satraps

Your lackeys and your flunkies and your flacks

All the hucksters and shysters that give you advice

Your lapdogs and your stooges and your hacks

All your bluster and your threats

They won’t pay your debts

Hell hath no fury will get you nowhere with me

So take all your schemes and plans

Stuff them all back in your cans

Just ‘cuz you say so doesn’t mean it’s going to be.

You really have no henchmen or satraps

Or honest-to-goodness friends of any kind

All you have is a gallery of heels and fifth wheels

Who let you manipulate their minds

Your henchmen are all flakes

Your satraps are all fakes

You haven’t any allies in this world

‘Cuz beneath all the armor

Of your dogma-chasing-karma

Is just a scared and lonely little girl.

So take all your henchmen and satraps

All your yokels and your yahoos and your dupes

Take all the true believers who think you’re G-d’s gift

All the bozos willing to be your troops

And swallow your bitter pill

Or bite down on it, better still

Hope you enjoy the taste of your own venom

I’ll see you take the seeds you’ve sown

With all the bull you’ve thrown

And check in to your own special place in Gehinnom.

©2024 The Hesh Inc.

"Satraps" - original AI art by The Hesh Inc.
וְאֶל הָאֲחַשְׁדַּרְפְּנִים-וְהַפַּחוֹת

Well. Where do I even begin with this one.

If you're not familiar with the term "satrap," it means a follower, political or otherwise, whose support for the leader he or she follows is chiefly for personal advantage. Its original, literal meaning is governor of a province, subordinate and second only to the king, in the ancient Persian Empire.

I wrote this in the spring of 2007, in the aftermath of my divorce and after I crossed the country from Los Angeles back to New Jersey so I could put a continent between my ex and myself.

The story of what happened to the marriage in the run-up to our separation is pretty much told in the lyrics so there really isn't any need to be more explicit.

Musically, I borrowed a bit from Tom Waits and Bob Dylan. Lyrically, I had a great time with all the wordplay. In the bigger picture, I envisioned this as the centerpiece of the album I was going to write and record about my having gone to LA in a spirit of cautious optimism, only to have everything go to pieces because my ex decided to reinvent herself. (Yes, the fault is all hers. Just thought I'd say that here.) I may yet still do that, once I finish with the recording of my Soul In Exile magnum opus.

Here is a rough version I recorded in my living room in Long Beach, NY, in late 2008.

At first I decided not to show it off online, given its pointed, direct manner and somewhat morbid subject matter, and also in the interests of keeping the peace between my ex and myself. But every now and then, she'll still do something to remind me just what kind of, ah, person she is. And so I put this out there. No need for me to keep the peace if she doesn't.


Some words of advice to anyone who finds themselves in the orbit of a wannabe-charismatic, self-styled guru such as she who is described in the lyrics: Please, for your own sake and those of everyone around you, disconnect and disengage from this person. She or he is not good for you and not good for the world. You could be aiding and abetting the ruination of this person's family and relationships without knowing it. You don't want to be a yes-man, minion, or cad. If you honestly feel that there is a void in your life that is filled by associating with such a guru type, please go seek help. Pick up a book on codependency or find a chapter of Co-Dependents Anonymous near you.

(Of course, anyone knowingly associating with such a person and aiding in the destruction of their relationships is the precise definition of a henchman and satrap, and can go f**k right off along with the guru herself or himself.)


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