October 26, 2008

Your Lying Undecided Eyes

"Undecided" voters find out early
how to lie to pollsters with a smile.
Say "I don't know" and you won't have to worry,
You can cast your vote in private and in style.

Lying non-disclosure sure gets lonely,
I guess every form of bullshit has its price.
But their Dem friends will love a voter only
If they think they'll vote Obama, maybe twice.

So they tell them they might vote for Messiah
And comfort those Dem friends who'd put them down.
But I know how they're voting on that Tuesday,
They're heading for the Palin side of town.

You can't hide your lyin' eyes
and your smile is a thin disguise.
I thought by now you'd realize
there ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes.

The source of this lame parody - A great Eagles song that always make me think of my first marriage and second wife.

She gets up and pours herself a strong one
and stares out at the stars up in the sky,
another night, it's gonna be a long one,
she draws the shade and hangs her head to cry.

My oh my, you sure know how to arrange things,
you set it up so well, so carefully.
Ain't it funny how your life didn't change things,
you're still the same old girl you used to be.

Posted by Vanderleun at October 26, 2008 12:55 PM
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Today, two followers of the One came knocking on my door at separate times, and I told each of them a lie. They went away happy and I spared myself from having to receive all kinds of pamphlets and speeches. It felt good to lie and tell them I was One with them and the One. I made them happy. I think that's what is most important, here. Heh.

Posted by: Jewel at October 26, 2008 3:10 PM

Lookin' for the good life
dressed to kill
She don't have to worry 'cause
there's always someone else who will
Loose and loaded every night
Dancin' underneath the flashin' light
sayin, "Look at me, baby, look at me.
I'm beautiful, I'm beautiful, I'm somebody."
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler

He's been around here all along, baby,
Been waiting for his time to come.
You lookin' for attention, darlin'
He will surely give you some

He's the crimson in your face du jour,
the fiddler in your darkest night.
He's the malady without a cure
And Rome is burning, but that's all right.
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler
Just slip into the arms of the Rezko Strangler

Posted by: Rich Fader at October 26, 2008 6:36 PM