Well we know you're the reincarnation
Of the ravenous Catherine the Great.
And we know how you love your ovations
For the Z-rated scenes you create.
The Z-rated scenes you create.
You analyze me, pretend to despise me,
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave
If unable to dance, I will crawl across it
Unable to dance, I'll still crawl.
You must really consider the circus
'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo
I can't think of a place that's more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.
And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely
'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin
But I know that you'll think of me only
When the snakes come marching in
When the snakes come marching in
-- The Annotated "Hell In a Bucket"
(Ahh, good old Grateful Dead. Their songs fit so many things they never intended them to fit. Mark of a good song, isn't it?)
Image via The Looking Spoon
Posted by Vanderleun at October 4, 2011 11:54 PMI am not enjoying the ride.
Posted by: Fat Man at October 5, 2011 8:51 AMYes, I have even come to hear "imagine" in an entirely different way. Listen with a speck of irony and you have a meaning that warns of uniformity.
Posted by: james wilson at October 5, 2011 10:44 AMGreat interview with Ann Coulter about the Dead.
http://www.jambands.com/features/2006/06/23/deadheads-are-what-liberals-claim-to-be-but-aren-t-an-interview-with-ann-coulter
Buckley wasn't a fan of the Grateful Dead; its influence hurt some careers for some reason, undefined.
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