loaded it with jj cale, tom t hall, harry neilsson, warren zevon, bing crosby,
hawaiian slack key guitar, david lindley, dusty springfield, king crimson, leon redbone
lyle lovett, nick lowe, randy newman, paul simon, ravi shankar,
ry cooder, yamato japanesse flute, and several hours of
andrew pessin lecures on "the philosophy of mind"
prepared for any mood or occasion
modern technology, ain't it grand
was forced into signing a petition today
which was online protesting internet piracy laws
couldn't proceed without signing
what the hell
you or i could not do that
"J.j. Cale
Money Talks lyrics
Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends
You can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can,
Off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
the politically charged atmosphere vibrates with innuendo
the landscape gets increasingly strange
herr gingrich extols the virtues of andy jackson
"who knew how to deal with his enemies...
he killed them"
my grandmothers grandmother was a choctaw infant
left with a white family in mississippi to be raised
as she would not have survived the "trail of tears"
this is andy jacksons legacy
killed more indians, more brutally than anyone.
herr gingrich has studied "modern european history"
i wonder if he remembers the policies and maneuvers
that led to the nazi party coming into power in germany
sure he does , he probably has them memorized.
no thanks herr gingrich
i don't understand it
i get a daily infusion of harassment
and i am such a lovable fellow
usually
sometimes
'I am- yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self consumer of my woes."
John Clare (1793-1864)
written at northampton asylum
back to the circus
mr. Cayetano
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends
You can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can,
Off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks
the politically charged atmosphere vibrates with innuendo
the landscape gets increasingly strange
herr gingrich extols the virtues of andy jackson
"who knew how to deal with his enemies...
he killed them"
my grandmothers grandmother was a choctaw infant
left with a white family in mississippi to be raised
as she would not have survived the "trail of tears"
this is andy jacksons legacy
killed more indians, more brutally than anyone.
herr gingrich has studied "modern european history"
i wonder if he remembers the policies and maneuvers
that led to the nazi party coming into power in germany
sure he does , he probably has them memorized.
no thanks herr gingrich
i don't understand it
i get a daily infusion of harassment
and i am such a lovable fellow
usually
sometimes
'I am- yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self consumer of my woes."
John Clare (1793-1864)
written at northampton asylum
back to the circus
mr. Cayetano
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