The staggering economy is the inspiration for this week’s song.
I have absolutely nothing intelligent to say about the crisis and the forthcoming difficulties for the world. In stead I wrote a song only mildly connected with this topic.
It’s called ‘Go to go down to the River’. I hope you enjoy.
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Got to go down to the river
the rain’s raining down on me
Got to go down to the rail road tracks
Got to go down to the river
the rain’s raining down on me
Got to go down to the rail road tracks
Me and the others, we drifted away
from where once were.
So they say that we fell down on our backs.
This is One Weekly Gun – again.
Who would have thought I would make number ten? It’s an anniversary.And it was bound to happen. A song about George Bush.
The master of dumb news.
This week we saw him tap dance, and be as happy as ever. Only to veto a bill barring CIA from using special methods of torture (or very rough means of interrogation). a few days later. I’m usually not showing off my stands on issues in my songs, but this one will make an exeption. I think Bush is an idiot – but really who doesn’t?
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I’m a good old-fashioned asshole from the northern hemisphere
I work hard to bother everyone, but still a handful cheer.
When it comes to ending torture at my dear Guantanamo,
I’ll respect your vague opinions, but my answer will be NO!
I was voted the best candidate with whom to share a beer,
and then Michael Moore and Europea started spreading fear.
I’m really just a social boy from redneck bourgeoisis.
I have learned you can’t please everyone – I’ll just please me.
And Sir, I can boogie
Yessir, I can boogie
Yessir, I can boogie
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don’t care what you do, as long as they are kept passive.
That we shouldn’t do what’s necessary would be quite naive.
It’s a long way to Cuba from the porch of my ranch.
Beyond my horizon, you can have a carte blanche.
And Sir, I can boogie
Yessir, I can boogie
Yessir, I can boogie
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
