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Thursday Night You’re Harshing The Party, Man.

iTunes has a feature called party mix which is another name for shuffle, and that is what I usually put on when I’m scouring the internets for stupidity. That usually takes about three minutes (four minutes if I stay away from Power Line). For the most part party mix seems like it tends to choose songs that are fairly beat heavy which is what keeps me awake most of the time so that I don’t keyboard off the road. Tonight in order I got:

Waterfall – The Stone Roses
Hands of Death (Burn Baby Burn) – Rob Zombie
Castanets – Alejandro Escovedo
You Got Me Rocking – The Rolling Stones
Love Shack – The B-52s
Divine Thing – The Soup Dragons

and then…

The Grave by Don McLean, a song you will probably never hear if you listened to radio 24/7 for the next ten years. Since Bush’s War passed the 2000 disserved mark this week, I thought I would share the lyrics. I’d say ‘enjoy!’, but it’s not a joyful noise:

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He’s gone,
But eternity knows him, and it knows what we’ve done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In a morgue of marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
“they can’t let me die! the can’t let me die here!
I’ll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I’ll cover myself! I know I’m not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave.”

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

Okay everyone! American Pie! All together now…

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