The President, he's got his war
Folks don't know just what it's for
Nobody gives us rhyme or reason
Have one doubt, they call it treason
We're chicken-feathers, all without one gut (God damn it!)
Tryin' to make it real — compared to what? (Sock it to me, now)
Recalled from the misty deep by Sippican Cottage
Posted by gerardvanderleun at August 10, 2014 11:00 AMThat's some fine jazz.
Posted by: Jewel at August 10, 2014 9:25 PMMcCann, Mingus and Miles. All share(d) a common cause. Seems the Coyote-In-Chief do too. (an incomprehensible mutter in shades, dashiki and fez)
Posted by: Will at August 11, 2014 10:27 AMI've enjoyed this music immensely since I was in college over 40 years ago, even though to the really cool kids, it was already too pop. I am confused by the lyrics, however. Perhaps they accurately reflect a confused world.
Posted by: Punditarian at August 11, 2014 3:38 PMReady or not, these are the good old days.
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