This is an overdue sequel to Tunes for Our Times, Parts One and Two.
Attached are various lines penned, sometimes in mirth, sometimes in wrath, sometimes steeped in both.
Let's rock. :)
Fight for your rightful party
I assume that you have heard of the Beastie Boys by now. :)
You check the latest news - man you don't wanna know
You ask "What the Hell?" - the Pubbies run the show!
Dems blew two elections - got nothin' to show
But the DNC preaches --- you're the ones who should go!
(chorus) You gotta fight for your rightful party
The Pubbies crow their values, chortle "That's why we win!"
For them that pile of bodies could never be sin.
Man, living here is becoming a drag
Now the Army's shipping my ass off to good ole' Iraq (Bust it!)
(repeat chorus)
"Don't step out of line if that's the line you're gonna walk
You all way too radical, no way you're gonna talk!"
The DNC is busted if they think that's gonna sail
Last time I checked it's my party, it's my boys who'll prevail!
(repeat chorus twice)
Radio Goebbels
Per the anthem by Queen.
I'd sit alone and drive my truck
The only friend who gives a f-ck
And everything I need to know
I hear on my talk radio
Radio.
You gave them all a lot of hell
You demonized them liberals
You made me laugh - you made me cry
You made me want all them to die
I won't become some background noise
A backdrop for the girlie boys
I just don't know or just don't care
I just complain when you're not there
I'll have my time, I'll have the power
I've yet to have my finest hour
Radio.
All I hear is Radio Goebbels
Radio goo goo
Radio Goebbels
All we hear is Radio Goebbels
Radio blah blah
Radio what's free?
Radio, someone still loves me!
I watch the news - I watch on Fox
Hannity glowers, O'Reilly mocks
I hardly need to use my brain
How freedom changes when I cause pain.
Please never leave me, right-wing friend
For all my thinking I depend
On you to tell me what should I say
Please direct me, oh please, God, stay
I'll have my time, I'll have the power
I've yet to have my finest hour
Radio - Radio.
All we hear is Radio Goebbels
Radio goo goo
Radio Goebbels
All we hear is Radio Goebbels
Radio goo goo
Radio Goebbels
All we hear is Radio Goebbels
Radio blah blah
Radio what's free?
Radio, someone still loves me!
Republithink
There once was a country to save
It was called the land of the brave
But to shout 'This is wrong!'
Got you mobbed by the throng
Of Pubs screaming "Free?! Rather, slave!"
They said "Perhaps, for you, it is news
But we're the ones with the clue!
It's clear to our ears
We should indulge our fears
And get rid of the whole lot of you!"
It starts with baiting extremes
But it's really far worse than it seems
Having made their decision
To hold Inquisition
They finish by killing all dreams.
It'd be nice to have a cute ditty
To rejoice in the new friendly city
But Pubs want to be free
Of all community
And with it their own liberty.
The Frumious Coultersnatch
This is from a post, but it needs a permanent home. :)
Twas spinning, and the slimy Pubs
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the plutocrats,
And the pundits outgrabe.
"Beware the GOP, my son!
The jaws that lie, the claws that catch!
Beware the Dubya bird, and shun
The frumious Coultersnatch!"
He took his truthful sword in hand:
Long time the 'phantine foe he sought--
So rested he by the Taxcut tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The GOP, with eyes of blame,
Came whiffling where the Wal-Mart stood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The truthful blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the GOP?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas spinning, and the slimy Pubs
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the plutocrats,
And the pundits outgrabe.
What Remains, Remembers
It's not for laughs.
And memories
Are all that I carry on
All I can carry on
Of those who have already gone
And memories
Temples that stand on the sand
Cities made out of sand
Traces and winds now remain
We had raised so high
Dreams surpassing the sky
The stars were our crown
and the Earth itself our throne
Now memories
Persist as well as they may
As for dreams? well, they may
Perhaps new dreams will come now