•  Last Fortunes Countdown #6 •  Last Fortunes Countdown #5 •  Last Fortunes Countdown #3 & #4 •  Last Fortunes Countdown #2 •  Last Fortunes Countdown #1 •  Fortune for October •  Your Guide to this Fall's Bodily Fluid Moons •  Rinse. Wash. Repeat. •  To the Pole! •  Just a Box of Games, Box 4 •  About Damn Time •  Fortune •  Once More Unto the Breach •  I Surrender •  Just a Box of Games, Box 3 •  Just a Box of Games, Box 2 •  Just a Box of Games, Box 1 •  Gun Belt •  A Man, A Man, A Plan, Not Approved •  Come Home, George McGovern

all items  RSS feed
multimedia-only RSS feed
politics-only RSS feed
RSS 2.0

©2003-2017 Darrel Plant

Politics and Media
Atrios
Daily Kos
First Draft
This Modern World
Dennis Perrin
A Tiny Revolution
The Huffington Post
Crooks and Liars

Multimedia
Unity
diamondTearz
iPhoneKicks
Portland Area Game Developer Interest Group
Touch Arcade
BIT-101
712
Dean's Director Tutorials & Resources
MXNA: Director
Director Online Users Group

Music
Stan Ridgway
They Might Be Giants
The Stranglers
The Tubes
The Dickies
Ray Davies

People & Stuff
Phillip Kerman
The Lonely Robot
Wexford Girl
Extraordinary Days
Ken Jennings
Bob Harris


«  Wallpaper  |   Main   |  Just Blast Me  »


»  October 6, 2009

Politics  

AfPak

Barbara snagged us front-row center seats Saturday night.

Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today?
Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Sing it now, but Lord, don't let it all go on too long

Something in the air,
And it's moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I'll be the same

World keeps spinning 'round, people say there's debt to pay
I don't know––too busy with my life from day to day

But whosoever journeys up against that border line
The shadows of an ancient flame burn away in time

Hey,
I was down in Arkansas, working graveyard shift
Moving crates for exportation with a big forklift
Most were crackers, Coca-Cola, shoes and ceiling fans
Two were marked Top Secret, headed for Afghanistan

Something in the air,
And it's moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I'll be the same

See shadows on the sun, see a coming thundercloud
Nothing will persuade, but all will be allowed

And some will seek their god from a heaven in the sky
Defending their affliction with a holy alibi

Hey,
Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today?
I'm calling up the president, ask him what he say
No answer, left a message, when he's back from holiday

Something in the air,
And it's moving like a southbound train
Sun is going down,
And it seems like I'll be the same

Now the drums are pounding, hear them blowing on the horn
Two hands are on the hammer, and the fabric has been torn

Dam's about to burst, floods are all around
No more water, little Sylvie, 'cause I think I'm gonna drown

Yeah,
Ringing on the telephone, pick it up and say
What's a man to do with all the trouble 'round today?
Heard it takes a worried man to sing a worried song
Sing it now, but Lord, don't make it all go on too long
All go on too long

Stan Ridgway, "Afghan/Forklift", Snakebite: Blacktop Ballads & Fugitive Songs

Tue Oct 06, 2009 12:21 -0700