“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
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Extreme Liberalism's Victims
Fools are they and childish, that drink not wine when the Dog-Star beginneth.
8 comments:
My goodness that chord progression is a colossal bore. Sounds like bumper music on a rabies radio talk show.
That chord progression follows a very familiar "hit" pattern re-appropriated almost as many times as "Louie Louie"...
Wel, like I said.
You don't enjoy variations, mr. ducky? And you call yourself a music aficionado? ;)
Sounds like you enjoy listening to music to reach the "end" of the songs. ;)
Help those clowns find the downbeat.
Perhaps this song is more to your taste... ;)
I could be wrong, though. :P
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