Religion and Poitics by Scott Beach

Religion and politics
Often make some people
Lose all perspective and
Give way to ranting and raving and
Carrying on like emotional children.
They either refuse to discuss it with reason,
Or else they prefer argumentum ad hominum,
Which is a hell of a way to conduct a discussion.
Well, anyhow, not long ago,
I was talking about the elections,
And how the campaigns were ignoring the issues,
And sticking instead to invective and personal crap
That had nothing to do with the substantive problems of running a government,
Which is all true, as you know
If you followed the speeches and so-called debates of the candidates. Anyhow, one of the guys I was talking with
Said not a word in the whole conversation
Except at the end when he suddenly chuckled
And said we were all full of shit,
And why didn't we go live in Russia or China
If that was the way we all hated the United States Of America. Next thing you know the whole blooming discussion
Was more like a brawl,
And the epithets flew thick and fast,
And the noise was incredible.
Someone said "son of a bitch",
And I think he said "bastard".
I couldn't be sure, it was all so confusing. Well, anyhow, I was attempting
To get it all back on a rational level.
I tried, for example, to talk to the one who had started it all,
And I asked him just what did he mean we were all full of shit.
Was he making a statement of fact as he knew it,
And where was his documentation to back up his claim?
I think Socrates would've been proud of the way I refuted his argument.
That is, I tried to refute it,
But all he could offer by way of rebuttal was more of the same
About how we were all full of shit.
But he wouldn't say why,
He just kept on repeating it,
That and the part about Russia and China
And communist dupes, and I'll have to confess
That I got a bit angry and told him to stuff his ideas up his ass,
Which you don't have to tell me is hardly a way
To convince anyone in an argument. Then he got salty and threatened to give me
A punch in the mouth if I didn't shut up,
And I really got hot,
And the others did too,
And we all beat the shit out of mister conservative.
And, after all, he had only himself to be blamed.
This is still a free country,
And anyone telling a fellow like me,
"Brother, you're full of shit",
Better be good and ready
To answer politely
When asked if he'd care to say why.

MEANT TO POST THIS FOR THANKSGIVING SINCE RELIGION AND POLITICS USUALLY REAR THIER UGLY HEADS AT THE FEAST. MAN I REMEMBER HEARING THIS ON THE RADIO WHEN I WAS A KID AND INTO DR. DEMENTO. I DONT KNOW HOW THEY GOT IT ON THE RADIO MAYBE THEY BLEEPED SOME OF THE WORDS BUT I REMEMBER THE "SON OF A BITCH" PART BECAUSE IT MADE ME HOWEL WITH LAUGHTER.

Lightning Strikes the Postman by The Flaming Lips

I got yer letter
it had turned to sand
lighting strikes the postman in His hand,
I hope that you remember the things you had to say,
it's just A supernatural delay...
I got yer package it was all a mess,
lightning strikes The postman in his chest,
I hope that you remember the things you Had to Say,
it's just a supernatural delay...
I sent you a postcard and I hope yer fine
But lightning strike the postman all the time
I couldn't really think of anything to say
It's just a supernatural delay,
And it's hard to read the writing through the flames

WHAT MOVIE WAS IT WHERE THE DUDE GOT STRUCK BY LIGHTNING LIKE FOURTY TIMES? NO MATTER WHAT HE DID TO AVOID IT HE GOT STUCK. IT WASNT PART OF THE MAIN NARRATIVE OF THE MOVIE. IT WAS ONCE OF THE CHARACTERS TELLING ANOTHER THE STORY OF THE DUDE GETTING STRUCK.

Atomic Dog by George Clinton

Yeah, this is a story of famous dogs
For the dog that chases its tail will be busy
These are clapping dogs, rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs, house dogs, street dogs
Dogs of the world unite
Dancin' dogs
Yeah, countin' dogs, funky dogs
Nasty dogs
(Dog)
Atomic dog
Atomic dog
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 And life on all fours
when you’re out there walking the streets
ooh they compete
oh the dog in ya
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
BACKGROUND / GEORGE – SING TOGETHER
BACKGROUND
(Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
 Un-tied dog in a telematic society
aint your average huckleberry hound
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh… ooh… ooh
 Why must I feel like that?
Aw.. Why must I chase the cat?
Darn the dog in me
 (Life on all fours)
(When you’re out there on the streets)
(Many compete)
(Nothin' but the dog in ya)
woof woof woof
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Nothing but the dog in me
(woof)
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
( ooh ooh oh oh )
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) ( Dog) (Dog)
(Dogcatcher ) (dogcatcher) (ooh)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, Do the dogcatcher
(Dog) (Dog) (Dog)
Do the dogcatcher, baby, do the dogcatcher
Ooh
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Nothin' but the dog in me
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Bow-wow-yippie-yo-yippie-yeah
Just walkin' the dog
atomic dog
Futuristic bow-wow
woof
Leader of the pack
Wild dog
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
Just the dog in me
Nothin' but the dog in me
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?
The dog in me
(Dog in me)
The dog is in me
(Dog in me)
Do the dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
Do you wanna do the dogcatcher
Well, baby, why don’t you do it again for me?
Dogcatcher, dogcatcher
Do the dogcatcher
House-trained dogs
Wild dogs
Say it again
Why must I feel like that?
Why must I chase the cat?

LITTLE KNOWN FACT THIS IS BILL CLINTONS HALF BROTHER

Can Your Pussy Do The Dog by The Cramps

Here kitty, kitty
You better move along
'Cuz the big cats walk
At the break of dawn
Now doggonnit baby
Oh, I said dog gone

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the houndog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, this whole mess useless now
As a whistle on a plow
If your pussy can't do the dog

I'm the king of the jungle
They call me Tiger, man
I'm gonna do the bird
If I can, if I can
My bird can do the dog
If your pussy can

Hey can your pussy do the dog?
Tell me, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the bulldog, baby?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Come on, wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can't do the dog
Hey, hey, hey

Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully
Hully, hully, gully

No pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Hey, can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the dog?
Can your pussy do the poodle cut, baby doll?
Can your pussy do the dog?

Well, no pedigree from France
Will get you in the dance
Listen, your pussy can't do the dog

Come on and wag that tail
Baby, you can't fail
If'n your pussy can do the dog
Cha, cha, cha

 

CHA CHA CHA BROTHER... CHA CHA CHA

Good Times Are Killing Me by Modest Mouse

The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.

The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.

WELL... THERE ARE WORSE WAYS TO DIE.. LIKE A FLESH EATING BACTERIAL INFECTION OF THE PENIS... SAW A DUDE DIE OF THAT ONCE WHEN I WAS A HOSPITAL SOCIAL WORKER... IT WAS NOT PLESANT...

Rue St vincent by Yves Montand (in translation)

She had under her furry hat,
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street
She hadn't known her father
she had no mother
and since 1900,
she lived at her old foremother
Where she raised herself like that, all alone
Saint-Vincent street
She already worked to live
and on frosted nights
in the dark and freezing cold
her little scarf on her shoulders
she returned home by Saules street
Saint-Vincent street
She could see in the chilly nights
the starry sky,
and the crescent moon
shinning, white and fatal
on the small cross of the basilica
Saint-Vincent street
Summer, by the hot dusk
she met Jules,
who was so sweet
that she stayed the entire night,
with him near the old cemetery
Saint-Vincent street
And small Jules was a thug
who pimps the chicks
so the teenager,
seeing that she wouldn't accept to be a prostitute
by a hit of a blade pierced her stomach,
Saint-Vincent street.
When they laid her down in her coffin
she was all white,
while burying her,
the undertakers said that the poor child
was killed the night of her wedding ceremony
Saint-Vincent street
She had a pretty furry hat
on the hilltop Montmartre,
an innocent little look
People called her rose, she was pretty
she smelled good - like a new flower
Saint-Vincent street

A DARK DAY IN PARIS

Sledgehammer by Peter Gabriel

you could have a steam train
if you'd just lay down your tracks
you could have an aeroplane flying
if you bring your blue sky back

all you do is call me
I'll be anything you need

you could have a big dipper
going up and down, all around the bends
you could have a bumper car, bumping
this amusement never ends

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
oh let me be your sledgehammer
this will be my testimony
show me round your fruitcage
'cos I will be your honey bee
open up your fruitcage
where the fruit is as sweet as can be

I want to be your sledgehammer
why don't you call my name
you'd better call the sledgehammer
put your mind at rest
I'm going to be-the sledgehammer
this can be my testimony
I'm your sledgehammer
let there be no doubt about it

sledge sledge sledgehammer

I've kicked the habit
shed my skin
this is the new stuff
I go dancing in, we go dancing in
oh won't you show for me
and I will show for you
show for me, I will show for you
yea, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I do mean you
only you
you've been coming through
going to build that powerr
build, build up that power, hey
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
going to feel that power, build in you
come on, come on, help me do
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you
I've been feeding the rhythm
I've been feeding the rhythm
it's what we're doing, doing
all day and night

THIS SONG IS ABOUT PETER GABRIEL'S PENIS

California Uber Allles by The Dead Kennedys

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

 California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

 Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

I REMEMBER MY MOM GOT SO PISSED ONCE THERE WAS A BAND WITH THE NAME DEAD KENNEDYS... I THOUGHT WELL THERE ARE SOME KENNEDYS THAT GOT SHOT, THEY ARE DEAD, AND NOW THERE IS A BAND THAT AKNOWLEDGES THE FACT

Vote For Me Dummy by Guided by Voices

Marry your uniform
Right now
Remember your first pair of eyes?

And vote for dummy
I'll tell you the truth
Then I'll tell you a joke
The ultimate good move
Life will be a piece of cake
Please find me a river

Develop the film of your life
Right now
Remember to turn off the light

And vote for me dummy...

Please find me an island

I HAVE CHECKED OUT