Popular culture seems to have done a yeoman's job of romanticizing insipid teen liberal romance. In Obama's America, we have willed ourselves a government displaying all the gravitas of a Skidmore College sophomore Art Major.
The middle class is a metaphor/prop/billboard for the left only. The left buys off the middle class to drive them into the dependent class. "Thank you, sir. I'll take three measures of independence for your 4 hits on the govt. teat today. We're running a special."
C'mon, Goomba. We are only screwed if we want to be. Let that sink in ...
Goomba could stuff a possum or a housecat in 30 minutes (glass eyes and all) without spilling a drop, and get it in the oven at 350 for one hour per pound.
Now he's in despair over a bunch of bush-league leftist butt nuggets. He needs a whiff of Narragansett Sound to buck him up.
I'm going to rent myself a house In the shade of the freeway Gonna pack my lunch in the morning And go to work each day And when the evening rolls around I'll go on home and lay my body down And when the morning light comes streaming in I'll get up and do it again Amen. Say it again Amen.
I want to know what became of the changes We waited for love to bring Were they only the fitful dreams Of some greater awakening? I've been aware of the time going by They say in the end it's the wink of an eye When the morning light comes streaming in You'll get up and do it again Amen.
Caught between the longing for love And the struggle for the legal tender Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring And the junk man pounds his fender. Where the veterans dream of the fight Fast asleep at the traffic light And the children solemnly wait For the ice cream vendor Out into the cool of the evening Strolls the Pretender He knows that all his hopes and dreams Begin and end there
Ah the laughter of the lovers As they run through the night Leaving nothing for the others But to choose off and fight And tear at the world with all their might While the ships bearing their dreams Sail out of sight
I'm gonna find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we'll fill in the missing colors In each other's paint-by-number dreams And then we'll put our dark glasses on And we'll make love until our strength is gone And when the morning light comes streaming in We'll get up and do it again Get it up again
I'm gonna be a happy idiot And struggle for the legal tender Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender And believe in whatever may lie In those things that money can buy where true love could have been a contender Are you there? Say a prayer for the Pretender. Who started out so young and strong Only to surrender.
Say a prayer for the pretender Are you there for the pretender? Say a prayer for the pretender Are you there for the pretender?
PS - I thought and still do that this lyric "Where the ads take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender" was "Where the ARABS take aim and lay their claim To the heart and the soul of the spender
PPS - obama and the dems are now relying totally on the extremely crazed far left that think the job of president is to make sure everyone has a chance at renting a house by the freeway while making love with their dark glasses on and simultaneously inventing cars that run on Unicorn Shit and a world that can procreate from 100% homosexual fodder. (and the blacks who will only vote Dem or obama of course).
That's not gonna work folks. No country or civilization has ever been taken down by the moronic, ignorant din of extremist non-reality chaff. They will soon be evicted to the gutter as all those before them.
TK, Browne wrote that after his young wife committed suicide.
Your PPS is spot on. This society is so complicated no one fully understands it. We'll learn a lot from Obama; he's from the 19th century and can only fugue things up. We learn how things work when something essential goes wrong with it, like a sick or abused human body.
Obama and the monsters around him are meddling savages. Their type hate the freedoms of the wheel, and want to force people to continue to drag weight along the ground. It never works. They'll reap the whirlwind.
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Popular culture seems to have done a yeoman's job of romanticizing insipid teen liberal romance. In Obama's America, we have willed ourselves a government displaying all the gravitas of a Skidmore College sophomore Art Major.
We are doomed and screwed. Yes, we are scroomed.
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The middle class is a metaphor/prop/billboard for the left only. The left buys off the middle class to drive them into the dependent class. "Thank you, sir. I'll take three measures of independence for your 4 hits on the govt. teat today. We're running a special."
C'mon, Goomba. We are only screwed if we want to be. Let that sink in ...
(A snort and a red-eyed stare of realization as I raise my head from my tear-smeared pillow)
Goomba could stuff a possum or a housecat in 30 minutes (glass eyes and all) without spilling a drop, and get it in the oven at 350 for one hour per pound.
Now he's in despair over a bunch of bush-league leftist butt nuggets. He needs a whiff of Narragansett Sound to buck him up.
Me too, me too!
Well, I feel better. I thought Traffic Jam was Jackson Browne. NOw that I know it was the domestic violent james taylor, I can sleep well again.
Cause I like Jackson Browne.
Particularly this take on modern society written some time ago...
I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
Gonna pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I'll get up and do it again
Amen.
Say it again
Amen.
I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening?
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
When the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen.
Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender.
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there
Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight
I'm gonna find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again
I'm gonna be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
where true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender.
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender.
Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
Say a prayer for the pretender
Are you there for the pretender?
PS - I thought and still do that this lyric "Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender" was
"Where the ARABS take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
PPS - obama and the dems are now relying totally on the extremely crazed far left that think the job of president is to make sure everyone has a chance at renting a house by the freeway while making love with their dark glasses on and simultaneously inventing cars that run on Unicorn Shit and a world that can procreate from 100% homosexual fodder. (and the blacks who will only vote Dem or obama of course).
That's not gonna work folks. No country or civilization has ever been taken down by the moronic, ignorant din of extremist non-reality chaff. They will soon be evicted to the gutter as all those before them.
TK, Browne wrote that after his young wife committed suicide.
Your PPS is spot on. This society is so complicated no one fully understands it. We'll learn a lot from Obama; he's from the 19th century and can only fugue things up. We learn how things work when something essential goes wrong with it, like a sick or abused human body.
Obama and the monsters around him are meddling savages. Their type hate the freedoms of the wheel, and want to force people to continue to drag weight along the ground. It never works. They'll reap the whirlwind.
"bush-league leftist butt nuggets."
Everyone is still blaming Bush...oh wait...
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