Free Speech
2004-03-09 16:26:49 ET

Tell me more
about your situation
Evil men
who are coming for your nation
evil forces
who are coming for your freedom
secret congress
nobody ever see them

it's propaganda
it's just like Mr. bush
propaganda
everywhere I look
hey, mister
tell me what you know
hey, mister
tell me what you know

since somebody wants
to make a confrontation
they wont get no play
on your radio stations
they won't get no time
on your television
the word come down
from the owner corporation
it's propaganda
now it's everywhere I go
it's propagnda
it's on your tv show
Propaganda
everywhere I go
hey, mister
won't you tell me what you know
hey, mister
oh, tell me what you know

on 9-11
the tv showed me arabs cheering
it's supposed to be live television
but over there they're sleeping
street-side posters
that encourage me deepen
to report my local terrorist
and the company they're keeping
propaganda
tell me what I know
propaganda
it's just like mr. bush
hey mister
won't you tell me what you know

and who are they?
in Guantanamo Bay
there ain't no crimes and no names
written in my paper
political prisoner
wandering what his charge is
secret beatings
in taxi-cab garages
propaganda
now tell me where I go
it's propaganda
it's on your radio
propaganda
everywhere I go
hey, mister
can you tell me what you know
hey, mister
tell me what you really know

- Ruggiero/Hillyard/Slackers

2004-03-05 17:53:12 ET

I went to McDonalds today in hopes of being given one million dollars and instead they gave me a Super-Sized Shamrock Shake.


uuuuuuuuhhhh... minty brain freeze....
uhhhhhhhhhhh....
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Song For the Asking
2004-03-04 19:59:54 ET

this is my song for the asking
ask me and I'll play
so sweetly I'll make you smile

here is my tune for the taking
take it don't turn away
I've been waiting all my life

thinking it over I've been sad
thinking it over I'd be more than glad
to change my ways
for the asking

ask me and I'll play
all the love that I hold inside...

- Paul Simon

Something Old, Something New
2004-03-04 04:41:40 ET

Bird on the Ledge

a cold winter chill brings
a tiny brown thrush,
looking for warmth.

a bird just sitting,
flakes falling down
seeking a way
out of the storm

he taps at my window
I want to let him in
but it's not something you do.

there's something inside
he wants it so bad
the window's standing strong.
he must find another way

he takes flight
dodges the flakes
and the wind takes him
where it may.






Searching

We're all looking for love
we all need someone to hug
someone to kiss
someone to miss

Is it instinct
or some basic need to feel?
is it culture
We're told it so it's real?

Loneliness is tough
And after awhile
you'll find your love
seperated by miles

happiness comes quick
and fills you both
happiness is weak
and needs work.

so is it love
or just killing the lonely?
is this love
or just settling?

and in the end
where is this going
and in the end
does it matter?
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Fox in Sox
2004-03-01 18:26:48 ET

Fox Socks Box Knox

Knox in box. Fox in socks.

Knox on fox in socks in box.

Socks on Knox and Knox in box. Fox in socks on box on Knox.

Chicks with bricks come. Chicks with blocks come. Chicks with bricks and blocks and clocks come.

Look, sir. Look, sir. Mr. Knox, sir. Letís do tricks with bricks and blocks, sir. Letís do tricks with chicks and clocks, sir.

First, Iíll make a quick trick brick stack. Then Iíll make a quick trick block stack.

You can make a quick trick chick stack. You can make a quick trick clock stack.

And hereís a new trick, Mr. Knox . . . Socks on chicks and chicks on fox. Fox on clocks on bricks and blocks. Bricks and blocks on Knox on box.

Now we come to ticks and tocks, sir. Try to say this Mr. Knox, sir. . . .

Clocks on fox tick. Clocks on fox tock. Six sick bricks tick. Six sick chicks tock.

Please, sir. I donít like this trick, sir. My tongue isnít quick or slick, sir. I get all those ticks and clocks, sir, mixed up with the chicks and tocks, sir. I canít do it, Mr. Fox, sir.

Iím so sorry, Mr. Knox, sir.

Hereís an easy game to play. Hereís an easy thing to say. . . .

New socks. Two socks. Whose socks? Sueís socks.

Who sews whose socks? Sue sews Sueís socks. Who sees who sew whose new socks, sir? You see Sue sew Sueís new socks, sir. Thatís not easy, Mr. Fox, sir.

Who comes? . . . Crow comes. Slow Joe Crow comes.

Who sews crowís clothes? Sue sews crowís clothes. Slow Joe Crow sews whose clothes? Sueís clothes.

Sue sews socks of fox in socks now.

Slow Joe Crow sews Knox in box now.

Sue sews rose on Slow Joe Crowís clothes. Fox sews hose on Slow Joe Crowís noes. Hose goes. Rose grows. Nose hose goes some. Crowís rose grows some.

Mr. Fox! I hate this game, sir. This game makes my tongue quite lame, sir.

Mr. Knox, sir, what a shame, sir.

Weíll find something new to do now. Here is lots of new blue goo now. New goo. Blue goo. Gooey. Gooey. Blue goo. New goo. Gluey. Gluey.

Gooey goo for chewy chewing! Thatís what that Goo-Goose is doing. Do you choose to chew goo, too, sir? If, sir, you, sir, choose to chew, sir, with the Goo-Goose, chew, sir. Do, sir.

Mr. Fox, sir, I wonít do it. I canít say it. I wonít chew it.

Very well, sir. Step this way. Weíll find another game to play.

Bim comes. Ben comes. Bim brings Ben broom. Ben brings Bim broom.

Ben bends Bimís broom. Bim bends Benís broom. Bimís bends. Benís bends. Benís bent broom breaks. Bimís bent broom breaks.

Benís band. Bimís band. Big bands. Pig bands.

Bim and Ben lead bands with brooms. Benís band bangs and Bimís band booms.

Pig band! Boom band! Big band! Broom band! My poor mouth canít say that. No, sir. My poor mouth is much too slow, sir.

Well, then . . . bring your mouth this way. Iíll find it something it can say.

Luke Luck likes lakes. Lukeís duck likes lakes. Luke Luck licks lakes. Luckís duck licks lakes.

Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes. Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.

I canít blab such blibber blubber! My tongue isnít made out of rubber.

Mr. Knox. Now come now. Come now. You donít have to be some dumb now. . . .

Try to say this, Mr. Knox, please. . . . Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze mad these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these treesí cheese freeze. Thatís what made these three free fleas sneeze.

Stop it! Stop it! Thatís enough, sir. I canít say such silly stuff, sir.

Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir. Letís have a little talk about tweetle beetles. . . .

What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well . . . When tweetle beetles fight, itís called a tweetle beetle battle.

And when they battle in a puddle, itís a tweetle beetle puddle battle. AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle, they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle. AND . . .

When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle . . .

. . . they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle. AND . . .

When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottleís on a poodle and the poodleís eating noodles . . .

. . . they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle. AND . . .

Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks fox!

When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle, THIS is what they call . . .

. . . a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottles paddled muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir!

Fox in socks, our game is done, sir. Thank you for a lot of fun, sir.

- Theodore Fiesel
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