- pangstrom
- Jan 25, 2003
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Wedge Regret
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I probably like these songs more than I like their politics per se but they're political songs.
Future of the Left - Arming Eritrea
quote:Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth,
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!
A common purpose,
A common goal.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a prize.
I'm not a cynic or one of those guys.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a rope,
Now pull your socks up.
Come on, Rick, I'm not a child,
I'm not special or one of a kind.
Come on Rick, I'm not a drunk,
I know my own worth.
I'm an adult!
I'm an adult!
A common purpose
Gains value as a common goal.
Let's flail together
If we must flail at all.
Deep in the heart of the battle,
Caught in the switch of the flow,
Freedom from notes, she sells freedom from songs,
She sells freedom and arms Eritrea.
I could have made these excuses in my sleep,
As if anyone had doubted them at all,
But if we arm Eritrea then we won't have to pay her
And everyone can go home.
I've got to seek paranoia where I find,
As if anyone had doubted it at all,
But if we arm Eritrea then we won't have to pay her
And everyone can go home.
Yeah.
The Pogues - The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn
quote:McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some loving blackshirt who was cursing all the yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And god is in his heaven, and billy's down by the bay
R.E.M. - Bad Day
quote:A Public service announcement followed me home the other day
I paid it never mind. Go away.
poo poo's so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency
We're sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
Have you ever seen the televised St. Vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those-ants-in- pants glances.
Well, look behind the eyes
It's a hallowed, hollow anesthesized
"Save my own rear end, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh. Not one more
It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture
Its been a bad day.
Please...
We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Here's the church, here's the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lowest fears
Ugh, this means war.
It's been a bad day.
Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around
We all fall down.
It's been a bad day...
Johnny Boy - You are the Generation that Bought More Shoes and You Get What You Deserve
quote:I just can't help believing
though believing sees me cursed
For belief ignores the heathen's
day by day sigh 'even worse'
But for all we are receiving
there's an evens key to turn
You are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve
Winter sweeps the streets of evening,
this frequency my universe To reel a deep or meaning feeling in seas where schools of fools be first But for all we are receiving
there's an evens key to turn
You was the generation that snorts for tunes and you get what you deserve
Burberry Beamer Beakheads
leaving Adidas sleek mystique reversed
Without a dream or scream between 'em.
Believing time does reimburse
Suffer all we are receiving
there's an evens key to turn
You are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve
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