What a journey learning how to use the tech with the art to shape the video....

Robert thank you for being my collaborator again. Look forward to more

This one was spwned right here at JPF by what else, a spat.

I remarked that what we lacked was a collossal lack of grace and wrote some verses which I invited others to add to.

Thought Dom and Tony and Marty might but only Robert showed up to add to it.

In the end we shaped it using some ideas and influences and turned it into this anthemic song which Robert, as King of the Pre Chorus produced using SUNO

What I liked about this time was that it is now my third go, and I have learned lots from the first two times.
So much so I am compelled to go back to play more smile






Lyric ©2026 John Voorpostel and Robert Baitinger
SUNO shaped by Robert Baitinger and John Voorpostel


Shameless Dweebfart had a moment when he found a point of view
Contradicted where he stood so firmly planted in the mud
There was sniping from the sidelines, incoming from above
There was German interference then there was the Great White North
 
Every post a new disaster, every thread a little war
Still we keep on coming back here, always asking just for more
 
We are all not all bad, we're just all bad together
Nasty snakes, slithering here with vigor
No debate, on our own we're better
We are all not all bad
Whoa, we’re just all bad together
 
Basement prophet writing sermons warning of the end of days
Cranking up his Telecaster with no rhetoric held at bay
There's an error on the keyboard of the Eastern typo king
Mixed up gestalt, creative art and a little of everything
 
Every post a new disaster, every thread a little war
Still we keep on coming back here, always asking just for more
 
We are all not all bad, we're just all bad together
Nasty snakes, slithering here with vigor
No debate, on our own we're better
We are all not all bad
Whoa, we’re just all bad together
 
Maybe there’s a melody beneath the noise and spite
Underneath our fragile egos and our need to be right
If we listened a little harder, we could make our gigs so tight
Might almost make some music, maybe once or twice
 
We are all not all bad, we're just all bad together
Nasty snakes, slithering here with vigor
No debate, on our own we're better
We are all not all bad
Whoa, we’re just all bad together
 
We’re just all bad together
Whoa, we’re just all bad together


If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop