Check out a video and song based on singer/songwriter Bo Carter’s observation of the daily protests in Portland, OR in 2020. The song is featured in the fictional biography, Stinky Karma.

Photo: Screenshot from a typical protest stream.

21 February 2023 | James Porteous | Clipper Media News

Starting in May 2020, demonstrations began n the city of Portland, Oregon in response to the murder of George Lloyd.

These events were carried live on YouTube every night for weeks and the singer/songwriter Bo Carter, who was living in a different time zone at the time, watched the live stream every morning.

He composed this song based on both things he had witnessed and events he imagined could have taken place.

The song is featured in the book Stinky Karma, a fictional biography of his life and career.


Watch: Portland (Tuesday 3:12 AM)


Portland (Tuesday 3:12 AM)

Words and Music

By James Porteous

Deep in the heart of the protest

The pavement reeks of yesterday

Down on their luck but no one gives a fuck

The river flows the other way

The times they are still changing

left is left and wrong is right

Guns in hands all across the land

Vigilanties looking for a fight

The meet at midnight at the Federal

The two Johnny’s and their friends

It is time to rock it’s time to roll

They won’t let this moment end

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

The lights go off again at midnight

The smell of teargas fills the air

The border cops are shooting up the park

Their smirking mugs are everywhere

There’s something floating in the fountain

It’s been swimming there for days

Some guy says he’s gonna to fish it out

They just turn and walk away

The Border cops are set to kettle

After 60 days they’ve had enough

They’ll pin them in and by god they’ll win

These pussies really ain’t so tough

A flare burned down the foodbank

It was mostly empty anyway

He dons a mask and skims the trash

They share some bread along the way

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

The cops are setting up a Stingray

They’ll be staring at blank screens

Holding phones up into the night air

Saddest sight you’ve ever seen

Johnny C tells Frankie B

There’s a chance that it might rain

He doesn’t care he’s gonna wash his hair

But Frankie’s heading back to Maine

The Border cops are set to kettle

After 60 days they’ve had enough

They’ll pin them in and by god they’ll win

These pussies really ain’t so tough

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

Trump is hiding in his bunker

Driving golf carts up and down

He’s making plans for a beautiful war

Put those commies in the ground

Screw your Wall Street and your lawyers

You had a chance to make it right

Screw your banks and your bailouts

You screwed us all with all your might

Chaos rules and the stupid fools

Never even tried to make it right

© 2020 James Porteous


Click Linktree to buy Stinky Karma

Stinky Karma

Bo Carter began his career as a singer-songwriter in the tumultuous 1960s, playing folk and rock in Greenwich Village. 

During this time, he toured with some of the most renowned names in the music industry, such as The Touts, The Kinks, and even Bob Dylan.

Carter has always been passionate about music and songwriting, and this fictional biography provides a wealth of firsthand knowledge and information about songwriting and life on the road. 

The reader also joins Carter while he records his ‘comeback’ album at New York’s renowned Record Plant and consumes a bottle of single malt while trying to write a new song for the latest Robert Altman film.

Links to original songs written by the author of the book are also included.

Click Linktree to buy the book


Portland (Tuesday 3:12 AM)

Words and Music

By James Porteous

Deep in the heart of the protest

The pavement reeks of yesterday

Down on their luck but no one gives a fuck

The river flows the other way

The times they are still changing

left is left and wrong is right

Guns in hands all across the land

Vigilanties looking for a fight

The meet at midnight at the Federal

The two Johnny’s and their friends

It is time to rock it’s time to roll

They won’t let this moment end

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

The lights go off again at midnight

The smell of teargas fills the air

The border cops are shooting up the park

Their smirking mugs are everywhere

There’s something floating in the fountain

It’s been swimming there for days

Some guy says he’s gonna to fish it out

They just turn and walk away

The Border cops are set to kettle

After 60 days they’ve had enough

They’ll pin them in and by god they’ll win

These pussies really ain’t so tough

A flare burned down the foodbank

It was mostly empty anyway

He dons a mask and skims the trash

They share some bread along the way

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

The cops are setting up a Stingray

They’ll be staring at blank screens

Holding phones up into the night air

Saddest sight you’ve ever seen

Johnny C tells Frankie B

There’s a chance that it might rain

He doesn’t care he’s gonna wash his hair

But Frankie’s heading back to Maine

The Border cops are set to kettle

After 60 days they’ve had enough

They’ll pin them in and by god they’ll win

These pussies really ain’t so tough

He looks to heaven and says, hey man

Won’t you please give me a sign

He hears a voice like thunder saying

Sorry man, it ain’t your time

Ain’t your time

Trump is hiding in his bunker

Driving golf carts up and down

He’s making plans for a beautiful war

Put those commies in the ground

Screw your Wall Street and your lawyers

You had a chance to make it right

Screw your banks and your bailouts

You screwed us all with all your might

Chaos rules and the stupid fools

Never even tried to make it right

© 2020 James Porteous


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