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Rockin' Baghdad
02:57
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ROCKIN’ BAGHDAD
[The big beat of Bag town]
A military spokesman spoke somewhere today about a roadside bomb
A military spokesman said all he could say about a car bomb blast
Shiite Muslims blasted overnight rockin’ Baghdad
Smoke is rising they’ve set the town ablaze, rockin’ Baghdad
Rockin’ Baghdad until they turn us loose
Rockin’ Baghdad but I wonder what’s the use?
RPG’s wailing somewhere in the night, rockin’ Baghdad
Find your courage, brothers, might is never right, rockin’ Baghdad
The CIA is saying what you want to hear, rockin’ Baghdad
The army poster sells a wonderful career, rockin’ Baghdad
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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I LOVE YOU FELLOW CITIZEN
[Thanks to Damon Runyon & H. L. Mencken]
We’re easy to excite, we’re hard to dislike
We’re serious, self-conscious and full of strange desire
We’re easy to fool, yet we invented cool
We’re insecure and innocent and always preaching to the choir
I love you fellow citizen for who you think you are
When you’re right you go critical, so far, so far, so far
There’s nothing on our minds, just on our big behinds
We’re gaudy and we’re showy and we’re cheap but our motives are the best
We’re howling with the pack, we’ll stab you in the back
We’re sickos and we’re con-men
When we’re dead we’re going to get some rest
I love you fellow citizen for who you think you are
When you’re wrong you’re just miserable, so far, so far, so far
We need an enemy; it could be you it could be me
We’re moral and we’re horrible but it’s for the public good
We’re always so bizarre, we love an open bar
We’re searchers and we’re preachers, yeah, we’re always so misunderstood
I love you fellow citizen for who you think you are
When you’re kind you are mystical, so far, so far, so far
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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Under The Good Old Sun
03:25
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UNDER THE GOOD OLD SUN
[Thanks to The Sun, July 2005]
The healing tree of life / grows in the desert light
Ten Cubans in a taxi / sail off to see Miami
Under the good old sun
Marion the millionaire / leaves $2-mil for doggie care
Chickens now wear plastic suits / they’re waiting for the hats and boots
Under the good old sun
Giant Pandas on the roam / in the streets of Boca Raton
Condoleezza Rice is making clones / she’s in the shed, can’t come to the phone
Under the good old sun
The White House leads the end of times / the world will end and most will die
NASA translate the ancient codes / the anti-christ wears cowboy clothes
Under the good old sun
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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America's West
04:10
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AMERICA’S WEST
[A report on revenge and retribution from the edge of the wilderness]
In the mysterious canyons of a Colorado dawn
Multi-national corporations work their john
In the Humboldt forests walking down right to the sea
The saguaro cactus and the poppies wave goodbye to me
I wanna be close when the buzzards leave their nest
To go crusin’ by the pyre and the pillage of America’s West
As the sun in the Navajo dream turns the sand to pink
Then the crows and the lizards and the coyotes buy a round of drinks
When the brujo makes the shadows dance on the sandstone cliffs
Then the rattle of snake, yeah, moves the hieroglyphs
Maxfield Parrish running naked on the redwood deck
While the think tank ran the numbers and invested in America’s West
In the mysterious moment at the hummingbird hole
There’s the roar and the ash and the heat of the volcano
And the night in the Navajo dream turns the sand to black
The owls and wolves and lions take the planet back
I hope I’m watching the Kahuna when he casts his nets
On strategic data managers in meetings in America’s West
The bills and promises and shit loads of outstanding debt
Are the product line and sales force of America’s West
So, we’ll stand with the L-A River crumbled at our breast
Near the burning tires and tabernacles ruined in America’s West
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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Fitzgerald
03:36
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FITZGERALD
[F. Scott, sad and then dead after a double-shot of celebrity]
I shall dream of what I think we want
I’ve become a darling on the rung
In all the lights, the gin and ice
I choose this side of paradise; I choose this side tonight
I’m so weary depressed by my success
Silver for my failure, gold for my excess
I’ll wear a suit, transparently thin
I’m crying ‘cause I’ll never be this happy again
My heart betrays what I want today
I’ll hold it in my glass and leave it all behind
My vision’s mixed with tragedy and love gone blind
When you think of the glory and the sin
The hollow life with starlight growing dim
Think it must be wonderful; think it must be nice
To forget about the cost of things and walk off in the night
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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White Dove
02:47
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WHITE DOVE
[History repeats as darkness spreads over the Capitol]
Once again I’ve got that Cold War feeling
Everybody’s hit the violent ceiling
No red phone will ring, no white dove will sing
I try to run I try the meditation
While someone tries to snuff another nation
Will the trees of spring, live with this Boy King?
(M. Knight) Copyright © 2007 Hipster Media Music Publishing, BMI
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