This weeks song is perhaps the dumbest song yet from me. But I think it deserves a listen anyway.

As it’s not really related to any special event, it could be about anything. Your guess is as good as mine.
What do you think this song is about? Does it have a deeper meening?

Two Guys Named Humphrey

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There was once a time
When everybody was happy
Until the day they came
Two guys named Humphrey brought a end to the best time of my life

Every morning they’d stand out by their garbage bins – yelling hello
And at night they played country music on the radio

Two guys named Humphrey
Are living next to me

There was once a time
When it was quiet and calm in our neighbourhood
Until the Humphreys came and had annoying happenings organized

They had cars that were louder than mine but they biked to work – idiots
They came by with cookies and milk in golf caps

Two guys named Humphrey
Are living next to me

When I bake a pie, they are baking two
And when I say hi, they say how do you do
It’s a living hell, I can’t stand the Humphreys

Two guys named Humphrey
Are living next to me

Is Sex a Thing?

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Is sex a thing,
Is it a concept?
Or is it me, who thinks it’s nonesense
To discuss what sex is?

Is sex a sin, is it a monster,
That lives inside our body closet?
And what are we, without sex?

Is it all worthwhile?
Is it wasting sex’s time?
Is it all worthwhile, to define what sex really is?

Is sex for real or is it dirty?
Is sex for free when over thirty?
And what is love? Does it fit in that sexy thing?

Is it all meaningless?
Do we want the joy of sex?
Is it just futile, to describe what sex really is?

I know this is a touchy subject, but I had to do this.

I respect all religious people. There I said it.
But the guys who conducts the business from the church pedestals are often making a fool of themselves.

The Catholic Church has really made a mess of itself the past weeks.
Not only did the Archbishop Don Jose Cardoso Sobrinho of Recife excommunicate a doctor who performed an abortion on a 9 year old girl from Brazil, who was pregnant with twins after being raped by her stepfather.

The Pope also went to Cameroon and spoke against the use of condoms.

Come on!

What is this church doing? Why does it deliberately advocate against helping the suffering? Yes, we DO want to end the terror of AIDS in the world. Africa is the place to start. Why not help the masses to avoid it by slipping a piece of rubber over their Johnsons?

And what is this thing with putting God’s laws over the physical and mental health of and innocent girl, who has been the victim of horrific crimes?  Where in God’s name is the point in that? I get so ANGRY! … and I lie sleepless beacuse of this idiotic and cruel behaviour of  a very powerful organization.

So many people in the world listen carefully to these men of righteousness.  Their power is terrifying.

Especially when stupidity is flowing from their mouths.

This song is called Downer.

Downer
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Get a dose of the downer
Let the Lord know we’re breeding again
Even though you’re a minor
Come on! We have to win this 7 billion race

Get behind the reaper
Get in line and start beating the drum
I know folks that are meaner
Come on! We have to move before the damage is done

Here come the downer, downer, down.
(we are in line, but we’ll stay at the end)
Here come the downer, downer, down.

All around we are misfits
Got a feeling we’re going to hell
To conduct our business
Come on! We move or lie in symmetric shapes

Here come the downer, downer, down.
(we are in line, but we’ll stay at the end)
Here come the downer, downer, down.

Around 6pm GM-time: Michael Jackson announces, that he’s gonna play a series of concerts at the O2 Arena in Lodon in July 2009.

8pm GM-Time: One Weekly Gun has written a suitable song.

Hail the King
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There’s a man in my telly, and he says he’s coming back
Cause he happened to empty out the mattress crack

Hail the king

On the way to the stand you were 90 minutes late
First you had to calculate your depreciation rate

Hail the king

That’s what happens when you’ve spent
All the money from more than 750 million records

Hail the king

You could have built a thousand highways in development countries
But you happened to want a bunch of ferris wheels

Hail the king

We won’t give it back, we have taken what is ours
All the money we spent, you’ll just blow it again

We’ve got our lives, we’re not sharing them with you
It may seem unfair, but that’s what we’ll do

Hail the king

Just a quick repost of the Heath Ledger song from week 4 of 2008.

Ledger got an oscar for best supporting role. Needless to say, I feel this is right.

The original post is here:  The Heath Ledger song by One Weekly Gun.

For those who speak Portugese, there is a very nice mention of the song at Hitnarede.

Hello Friends

Today it’s all about Rush Limbaugh. The infamous and influential republican radio host from Missouri.
Credits go to Alex, for suggesting the topic last week.

Limbaugh is amongst other things famous for making fun of Michael J. Fox who has Parkinson’s Disease and his somewhat dumb remarks on things like feminism: “Feminism was established so as to allow unattractive women easier access to the mainstream of society.”

The Rush Limbaugh Show is where he on the weekdays expresses his conservative values on the air and serves as a commentator of political events.  It’s actually quite entertaining and sometimes controversial. Especially when he recently said, that he wish President Obama will fail. Although he really was saying that he hopes Obamas politics will fail and not the man himself (he stressed this by pointing out that Obama is a human being), the qoute speaks for itself.

Bill Maher commented: ‘I don’t hold it against Rush, people say all kinds of crazy shit, when they’re high.’

Rush Limbaugh was in 2003 investigated illegally obtaining  prescription drugs. He had admitted his addiction to drugs – a topic he has ranted about often on his show. Needles to say, he has stated that he is against drug abuse and believes in duggers should go to jail.

Since then several episodes in the saga of Limbaughs drug abuse has been aired.
I guess Maher’s right. Just ignore the guy.

But keep him out the office, will ya?

The song is unusual, in that musical mastermind Erik Nørgaard participates on all sorts of weird instruments. Trumpet, trombone, accordion and a very special one in the beginning of the second verse.
Guess what it is, and you are rewarded with a T-shirt from the upcoming One Weekly Gun line!

People on Drugs can say the Craziest Things
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So you want an empty throne
So you can pick up the pieces alone
And it seems, that you know
You are speaking in a feverish tone

But we’re gonna tell your momma
We’re gonna tell your friends
That people on drugs can say the craziest things
So yell and scream
You’re just wasting your time
We won’t spend our days with a painkilled mind

You don’t care, what you do
You just want some more quat to chew
Smoke some pot, swallow pills
Get a high on viagra of you will

But we will tell your daddy
And your children too
That they should not take any notice of you
Stop calling you a jackass
Stop calling you a jerk
You’re only just an overweight teenager

People on drugs can say the craziest things
People on drugs can say the craziest things
Women’s rights and the environment
Will have to work around this fruitcake

We’re gonna tell your momma
We’re gonna tell your friends
That people on drugs can say the craziest things
So yell and scream
You’re just wasting your time
We won’t spend our days with a painkilled mind

This morning I read a fantastic article in my local newspaper.

It was a portrait of the chinese blogger Zuola – or Zola as he sometimes prefers to call himself.
Real life name Zhou Shuguang (周曙光).

There’s an introducion at Wiki about him.

Zhou is considered to be a local voice of growing importance. Famous in China and internationally for travelling around the country, documenting and presenting cases of injustice. In China it’s not every day, a 28 year-old systematically speaks his mind about touchy political and social problems on the internet. Although the blogosphere in China is growing rapidly, it’s not an easy and comfortable job. Zola has been harassed by the authorities several times. During the olympics he was withheld in his province, so he wouldn’t cause any trouble.

Zola blogs from his ‘office’ in an old factory, which he equipped with grafitti and a pool table. Several times he has announced, that he will quit blogging, but he’s still continuing. I guess he is encouraged by the growing number of media, reporting of this young hero.

I deeply admire Zola for his courage and his ability to reach out over the borders of his in many ways closed country.
He tries to make money from the blog for his activities. I’m going for the Zuola T-shirt.

This song is dedicated to and about Zola. In China the secret service has people hired to search the blogs for ‘dangerous’ material, and subsequently commenting the posts in a more party friendly direction. The song is from this point of view.

You can find him at http://www.zuola.com
Or at Twitter.

Update: The story I read in SydSvenskan (Swedish)

This Mean Tweeter
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This mean tweeta
Can’t get to see ya
Doin’ what you can to be rad

Come on mean cheeta
Out where we can see ya
We just want you autograph

Mean little tweeta
Coming down to beat ya
Can’t have no pioneer

Mean little menace
Advocate the pen is
Weaker than the blogosphere

Mean little killer
Net seat filler
Never know the soul you sold

Come on sweet maker
Opinion faker
Never leave the body cold

This little zero
Constitute no hero
We have all the money you want

Soil back kicka
Everybody digg ya
Leaving all the meaning behind

This mean tweeta
Can’t get to see ya
Doin’ what you can to be rad

Come on mean cheeta
Out where we can see ya
We just want you autograph

Good day World!

One Weekly Gun has returned to the laptop and begun the work for what seems to be a year of news hopefully as exciting as 2008. All kinds of events and stories will be covered here at oneweeklygun.com throughout the year. Both stories of success and tales of tragedy can be found here in the future. I can guarantee that.

So what should I write about in the first post? Will it be the news about Oprah Winfreys use of cocaine? The Obama whistle stop train, that travels to Washington DC and celebrating the 45th birthday of Michelle Obama along the way? The anarchist graffiti on Washington State Capitol? Or perhaps something that does NOT take place in th US?

Time will tell. One Weekly Gun will be back shortly… stay tuned.

Good Evening!

So I guess you all just went crazy along with everybody else this tuesday? Huh?
Did you watch the news when Barack Obama got closer and closer to the seat? Over here we didn’t. We sleep at that time – or at least we used to. This election wrote TV history. Everybody I met the next day was red eyed and/or hung-over from the party. I really felt miserable AND boring. But I did get up at 5 in time to watch both candidates speak. I was woken up by my wife saying something like: ‘Get up dear, the winner is about to speak in a moment.’ After Obama, McCain got a re-run.

And thursday everything went back to normal.

Friday my wife got back in the picture. Why not just re-arrange the Mitt Romney song from Week 6 for an Obama special? I must admit I liked the idea. First of all because I think the Mitt Romney song was a true moment of brilliance from yours truly. Modesty? WHAT? Second because the melody has some positive qualities that suits a winner as well as a looser. And third, because the Mitt Romeny song suggests Barack Obama would be the winner. And I wrote that in February! How about that? CNN, when are you gonna call?

I guess this is the end of One Weekly Gun’s election coverage. Now it’s time for the news!

Don’t forget you can now import all the songs from One Weekly Gun directly into ITunes! Just click the logo above to the right. And if you want to get it all inside a RSS-Reader the orange object to the left is what you’re looking for.

Introducing: Captain Woman on the Piano and vocals.

Barack Obama
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Dearest friends, I have come here with an answer
To the question you posed, when you founded this land
We will march from the boiles and the cancer
Led by he, who is half afro-american

There’s a comfort in the winner
We will substitute the lame
Though a handsome beginner,
Not a part of the game.
With the strength in the weekness, this is not a perfect man
Yet the feeling we get, we understand.

On the screen is a picture of Obama
With his hands in the air and a smile on his face.
By the wall is Alaska’s docudrama
Salty tears on the suit melts the colours away.

We will grasp our common future
And we’ll shake each others hands.
We will fight for the outcome
And we’ll try to understand
How the world can be changed just by our hopes and dreams.
It’s no more as absurd as it seemed.

We salute to the coming generations
who will learn from our times and the struggles we see
We’ll let burn the stained and torn pages
Of the book from yesterday
Write tomorrow’s victory

Tuesday is the day!

Everybody’s talking about the so-called ‘Bradley-effect’.
In 1982 the afro-american Tom Bradley lost the election for governor of California despite being way ahead in the polls. The reason being that many decided to vote against him for racial issues once they stood in the booth. Right now the question – a bit constructed if you ask me – is whether or not someting like this could happen to our Messiah Barack Obama?

This song is about this question and in a broader sense the doubt within the american people. Could the nasty factor lead to a surprise? I doubt it, but I admit, that often in a time of decision many stupid thoughts go through my head. Most of the time they do not have an impact, but who could know.

Obama said he’s not gonna be the perfect president. That’s fine, but we can’t afford to many imperfect voters. Screw the outcome, just don’t let race decide.

God Bless the Dubious
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It’s in the writing on the wall
It’s in the thoughts of big and small
and every conversation made

This race will rise above the truth
but things could inside the booth
God bless the dubious and me

With every turn
that the road takes in a day
we’ll live and learn
The world turns just one way

It’s there right where it always was
A song that somehow says it all
God bless the dubious and me

With every turn
that the road takes in a day
we’ll live and learn
The world turns the same way

God bless the woman in a suit
and then the man that could stay put
God bless the bones inside the dog

God bless the righteous and the wrong
God bless the priest who wears a thong
God bless the dubious and me

Hi People of the internet.

Once again the gun shoots.
This time in a more non-bulletin’ish way than normally.

I went to the Leonard Cohen show on friday in Copenhagen.
Coehn is one of my all time favourites. I have listened to these songs since the album ‘The Future’ came out. I remember my mother and her sister gave each other the record for christmas – accidentally.

Anyway, it was a fantastic concert. Now there are some serious lyrics for ya. Go home Gun.

In the row in from of me sat a man with his two children. I guess the boy and girl must have been about 20. The father was insanely drunk. I mean REALLY embarrasing. Not like a teenager at a punk show who’s having a good time. This was something else. The kids were obviuosly used to this. They ignored him for most of the time. But you could see it hurt them.

He was constantly talking and making stupid noises. And he kinda groped his daughter also. Really nasty.

What touched me so much about this was his childrens reaction. I mean, they tried not to think too much about it, but it was clear that they didn’t exacly enjoy it. I can’t believe you would wanna hurt your family this way. There is help to get for these problems. Do not alienate your family this way. He asked them if they wanted to come home with him. They refused.

The song is about this evening. Not very specific, but you can pretend it makes sense.

Anyway, the blog will soon be moving to new surroundings. Keep an eye out. And don’t dispair it your rss-reader is empty. I will tell you what to do.

As Time goes By

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I turned on the black light bulp when I got home
I begged you for mercy on the phone
Then I fell down

My friend is a lover who can’t go wrong
Forever I must be singing her song
Time and again

There is a crack in everything
That is why the rain keeps pouring in

As time goes by
As time goes by

Drill me a hole for my sorrows to lend
Dance me a pole that I can follow to the end
Free me in time

There is a crack in everything
That is where the light gets in

As time goes by
As time goes by

Hi!

As McCain gets a bit more behind in the polls, his campaign gets nastier. Some suggest that he can no longer afford the positive attidude. It’s time to get real.

Palin and McCain both tried to expose, what they call the ‘real’ Obama. That is, his hidden ugly side that interacts with terrorists etc. In an attempt to change focus from today’s america to Obama’s past, they have tried to raise doubt about his person. I personally think that this plan is kinda stupid and leaves everyone with the impression of the GOP as a political party without a message.

And then, this happened. THAT ONE! Does this miniature semantic mistake from McCain in the middle of the second debate in fact show us the real McCain? One can only guess. I think not – but I know that the strategy has backfired. As many other strategies from the McCain/Palin camp.

To the nerds: YES, It’s sounds like and is inspired by a well known Beatles song!

That One!

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That one
turned this thing upside down
and that shouldn’t be allowed
so I’ll dig myself a hole in the ground

That one
is not playing it fair
It’s soon getting to where
I will call someone who cares

Tell me something real for once
or are you just hanging out?
Tell me something real for once
or are you just fooling around?

That one
got me feeling alone
with a red cup to go
so I’ll find myself a new crop to sew

Hi everybody.

I just came back from a quick visit to Seattle and the Bumbershoot Festival. It was really nice and what FANTASTIC people there!! I had a really good time chatting to people at the festival. Sometimes we europeans think that we are all alone – we certainly have some good pals over there! Cheers!

Well, apart from the festival and visiting historic landmarks as the house where Kurt Cobain shot himself one major thing had an impact on me. Well two actually – counting Obamas speech at the democratic convention in Denver that is. The appearance of Sarah Palin. The govenor from Alaska, and now crown princess of McCains potential chair in the oval office. WOW! What a gal! Yihaa!

And what a fantastic moron she is. She held a very special speech, when she was revealed as the vice presidential candidate. I made a song about, what it sounded like in my ears.

Pro-Fight
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It’s funnier to be a vice president
in a republican government
than to have a teenage girl who is pregnant
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah

We’re gonna rid the streets of every fag
And send every healthy boy away to Iraq
This is how we will relieve this country’s burdened back
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah

Confess to the choir
Confess to the status quo
Repeat the mantra the resides within
The blockbuster devil is a big black sin

Confess to the maker
Confess every microscope
The truth lies in babies that have not yet been born
The net beneath Darwin is about to be torn

The rural Alaska has got it right
Pro-choice is substituted with a Pro-fight
In school you will learn about intelligent design
And that kingdom comes from a bold decline

Confess to the choir
Confess to the status quo
Repeat the mantra the resides within
The blockbuster devil is a big black sin

Confess to the maker
Confess every microscope
The truth lies in babies that have not yet been born
The net beneath Darwin is about to be torn

HI!

Well as most of you possibly noticed, last week’s song did not arrive on time.
Let’s just say, that I had alot of technical difficulties…

Anyway here it is.
The track was inspired by the übercool Nurse Dee, who introduced me to the verb ‘cutting’ – in the sense of someting having an edge. I promised to make the term the prime subject of the following song, and here I deliver. Having in mind the mild controversy following olympic champion Usain Bolt and his choice of NOT congratulating his fellow runners after the final in which he set his second world record at these games.

Who cares about how he behaves? He runs faster than you!
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Interesting fact: Mrs. Gun aka Captain Woman is on the vocals of the first verse. Apparently my bid was a bit on the false side – too much for proff. taste.

Coming up is exciting new guest appearances and a ph.d. about yours truly.
Hopefully the podcast feature will also be available soon – as the newsletter.

Tonight I’m Cutting
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Bigger, better, faster, more
ruder, taller, prettier
biggot, killer, master, whore
fridge, cooler, wittier

Pompous, service, galant, delight
legs, lines, television
fixture, mortgage, ambition, foresight
anger, happier, alien

There’s truth in any kind of measuring of the weather
Look ’round the corner there is always someone better
In God you trust to be a healthy happy athlete
And when you win you sign the contract for cash
Hands down.

Tonight I’m going through the wall
Tonight I’m cutting
Tonight I’m leaping for the fall
Tonight I’m running

So we’re connecting with the game of setting standards
You either win or loose – or get a slander.
Who cares ’bout who’s outside the walls of coloseum
Compress the wound, lie down. Pretend you’re home.
Fall down.

Tonight I’m going through the wall
Tonight I’m cutting
Tonight I’m leaping for the fall
Tonight I’m running

Good Evening!

The starlet of starlets, jet-setter of jet-setters, empty-well of empty-wells has set foot in my hometown Copenhagen! For once Denmark is on the global gossip map (well the map for people who cares about Paris Hilton’s whereabouts that is.)

This extraordinary event could not go by without being celebrated in song by One Weekly Gun! Let’s all get together and join hands for the one and only Paris Hilton. The ultimate victim of evil jokes. Letterman’s favourite boxing ball. Perhaps the smartest girl of all.

While we laugh at her, she laughs even harder at us. The massive interest in her well hidden personality generates itself AND a swollen bank account for Paris Hilton. Well this is old news.

Instead let’s join hands and choose our own Paris Hiltons from our own ugly crowd. We are grim freaks compared to Paris – living a prmitive and prehistoric lifestyle. Let’s choose our own Paris Hiltons – let them be our idols. Perhaps the then old Paris Hilton will adore them too.

Oh, Paris!
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From New York City comes a simple life phenomenon
About to show the world the changes that she has undergone
Compare the value of a visit with the the royal salaries
Farewell market share, hi hollow company

To compete you better learn how to design a purse
And don’t concede until it’s crude enough to reimburse
The feelings you invested in your social standpoint in the the pack
When the rich get poor the past is coming back

Oh Paris

Come boys and girls let’s learn to live a life like Paris does
Except you don’t have to be famous to be one of us
Nor does it help your membership to be a millionaire
Or part of any crowd ’bout which we do not care

Let’s welcome every happy freak that noone monitors
And get them all an individual press officer
You kids will sing along with dedication to the song
About the species group to which you belong

Oh Paris

HI!

This week is a salute to the birthday boy of them all John Linnell.

John Linnell is one of my heroes. Together with John Flasnburg he forms the duo They Might Be Giants. Their music is genuine nerdy pop-rock that keeps surprising me in terms of intelligence and humour.

I suggest you go buy the whole back catalogue straight away or start with records like Flood, The Else or the compilation Dial a Song.

One Weekly Gun owes these guys big time. This week is a tribute to John Linnell – the guys without the glasses in the picture.

Dear John
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Take off your hats and bow to the man, that fit the world into a can.
Love pastry with coffee on the side, a nerdy grip on what seems right

He came through the wall
Wearing nothing at all
Only hillbilly songs with messages straight up your face

Digest on Ana Ngs strange love affair. James K. Polk’s story makes you care
about the world around. And such inspiring sounds makes you feel the nostalgia of you as a kid.

Dear John.
Did you become what you wanted?
Dear John.
You became what I need.

In terms of vocabulary he is the best, way better than all the rest.

It’s hard when you try.
Just sit down and cry.
The thing is that you don’t have a Flansburgh to pull you up again.

Dear John.
Did you become what you wanted?
Dear John.
You became what I need.

Dear John.
Did you become what you wanted?
Dear John.
You became what I need.

Hi All One Weekly Gun Freaks!

This time it gets really punk.
Today you’ll have a main course consisting of a biting portrait of the entertainment industry blocking the outsight of uneducated people far from the coast.

It’s not fair at all, but nor is life.

You could see it as analogoue to every part of the media hysteria food chain, that is experienced everywhere these days. Most of all in politics.

The song is called Corporate Entertainment Throttle, and it represents I think the potentially best hit song so far. But who needs a hit song, when they can point fingers at the entertainment industry? True rhymes with puberty.

Corporate Entertainment throttle
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Kill TV, the man is coming back
Find your seat, and get a snack attack from the bar.

Standard ugly credits disappear.
With your wallet and your sense of sheer mediocre.

With your dreams locked tighly in a safe behind the screen.

We, we understand this movie
There’s not a minute, we can loose.
Someone please hold on to my popcorn.
While I bite my ankles.

Popular dream works competition.
We reach Nirvana through submission.
Filling the gap between the brain halves.
We understand it all.

It’s obscene, that noone seems to care.
Feel complete, you’l ready paid the fare for the dark.

It’s a villain circus moron factory

We, we understand this movie
There’s not a minute, we can loose.
Someone please hold on to my popcorn.
While I bite my ankles.

Popular dream works competition.
We reach Nirvana through submission.
Filling the gap between the brain halves.
We understand it all.

Go see a movie on a weekday.
Then repent everything on sunday.
During the lent we abstain to podcast.
Blogging for right not wrong.

Hey Friends One Weekly Gun is back.

For the first time – I was delayed.
2 days.
But I have a good reason.
I got married saturday, so I had things to do.

This weekend has been all about love, which also affected the weekly musical outcome.
Obama and Clinton are meeting tonight – in battle. Probably the last big debate between the two. Next week, much will be clearer. The campaigns have been increasingly childish and harsh these last couple of weeks. And I began wondering about their private relationship – the correspondances, that doesn’t reach the media.

It’s a love duet – I sing it myself.
But maybe my wife will do the Clinton part someday.

Feel free to demand her on to the stage.

Drive Your Wagon
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I don’t feel allright, I just wanna let go.
Well you can’t let go, cause I told you so.
If it’s really that bad, I don’t need a reason.
You go on, and I’ll leave you alone.

I just wanna relax and play Hits in the Car.
And I nearly forgot how to hold my guitar.
Honey, spare your voice, you don’t know what you’re saying.
Keep coming back, and It’ll all go away.

Drive, drive your wagon, drive it slowly.
It will all go away.
Shut your brain and eat no bad food.
It will all go away.

Meet me on the other side.

In the midst of things, I am thinking of you.
All I know, is we are meant to be two.
For a moment there, I think, I was sleeping.
In the dream, I was falling for you.

Go away, young man, let a woman pass through.
I am nowhere near, let me hang on to
your will and charms. That’s all I am seeing.
Kill this now, I want only the come.

Drive, drive your wagon, drive it slowly.
It will all go away.
Shut your brain and eat no bad food.
It will all go away.

Meet me on the other side.

Hello!

Once again OWG takes on a deceased Hollywood actor. This time the song is an obituary for the late Charlton Heston. The star of films like ‘Planet of the Apes’, ‘The Ten Commandments’ and ’55 Days at Peking’.

Also a notorious supporter of the right to own a gun.

Heston had severe Alzheimer, and died at the age of 84.

Charlton Heston
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Sometimes an actor seems, to go beyond the screen.
Sometimes there’s no barrier between him and me.
And when it happens, I will close my eyes and wish that it’s reality.

Charlton Heston died this saturday, his spokesman said.
He was 84, no comment on the cause of death.

He was born in ’24, one october day.
He was known for his square jaw, and the roles he played.

The Ten Commandments and Airport 1975.
He made Ben Hur and El Cid come to life.

He was elected as the president of the NRA.
‘You will have to remove my gun from my cold dead hands.‘ he used to say.

Charlton Heston, you’re a part of Holly-history.
You represent the good old fashioned epic quality.

Charlton Heston, your face should be on Mt. Rushmore.
Charlton Heston – right next to Michael Moore.

Hi All

It’s time for my most unreasonable song so far.
I would like to apologize in advance.

Well, nobody could escape hearing about the fall-out of the Macca/Mills lawsuit. After all, most of us really don’t care what the outcome is, as we won’t get a piece of the cake.

So why write a song about it? Is it not going against the values of One Weekly Gun to write songs about non-important topics? Yeah, but sometimes reality is an obvious joke, and you don’t wanna miss it.

The song is called ‘Prenuptial Agreement’ – something Paul should know about by now.

Prenuptial Agreement
Download
Download audio file (prenuptial-agreement.mp3)

So this is it.
My buck for the bang,
was collected by my dollar colored fang.
By the time we got married, the deal was set,
but the meter started running from the day we met.

At first you thought, you were safe and sound,
no Michael Jacksons and only vegans around.
You wrote the songs, but I will sing.
My first stop now will be Burger King.

Prenup, prenup
prenuptial agreement.
Prenup, prenup
prenuptial agreement.

£700 an hour, is half of what I said.
…but then again, I only got one leg.
After all it’s less than Ashley Dupree.
She kicks me in senoirity.

With the money, I will limp all the way to the bank.
My conscience is clean – and built like a tank
My advice to Paul is ‘go fuck yourself’.
Then you won’t have to pay someone else.

Prenup, prenup
prenuptial agreement.
Prenup, prenup
prenuptial agreement.