Not A Good Year to Be On The Cover of The Rolling Stone

"Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!)
Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone...."

I guess they forgot the words to the magazine's namesake and theme song:

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
-- BOB DYLAN

Oh, by the way:

Next time, the Democrats might want to reconsider their "must have" media list.

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Posted by Vanderleun at November 5, 2004 2:48 PM | TrackBack
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