“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
6 comments:
The POST-MODERN SOUND! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUW!
Sorry, my friend, but this stuff is just GODAWFUL.
It's not music; it's PUNISHMENT.
Unendurable AGONY for me.
PLEASE,I beg you, don't tell me you LIKE it!
I like it! It's not the deepest Decembrist song, but it is fun.
BRILLIANT!! WONDERFUL!! EXCEPTIONAL!!!! ;-)
Ignore Frankie the insane'fisherman'(he couldn't catch a guppi in a small pet shop anyway!)
It's always depressing to see mere vituperation posing as hopeless ignorance shamelessly on display.
A BALLAD of the LEFT
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
As they mock and they knock
And they SLAM SLAM SLAM!
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
Bada Bing Bada Boom!
Bada Bam Bam Bam!
As they mock and they knock
And they SLAM SLAM SLAM!
All they can do is make DOO DOO DOO
As they mock and they knock
ME and YOU YOU YOU!
~ Irma Mockie
Saw Hamilton last night, al fresco on a large screen in my son's backyard. They remind me of the George III character's songs...
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