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XXXtraordinary rendition © von robinson 2005

All in the name of love!

Gal,
Don’t you know I love my gal?
She’s the flag I wave
From high up on the heap of humanity
In the private world war for my family.
Man,
Don’t you know I love my man?
He’s so driven
We just ride in the sidecar and wave and grin
If there’s meaning to be found
It resides in him.
Dad,
(never present in the spectator’s gallery)
Don’t you know I love my dad?
got a bunker with his government salary)
He’s the finest provider materially
Without a doubt I’m going to be Ivy League.
We’ve redefined the terms of engagement, drastically
When I spill blood I sometimes see
Something is shared between the masses and me

Turning names in, valuing numbers
I know the empty shells of shorthand labels
That decorate my day.
It isn’t ugly avarice or greed
Sure we’re all one
But it’s a living taking care of my daily needs

Gang,
(blood is thicker than the mercury waters are)
We’re one flipping lovely gang
(cleaning house with the newly-named Torture Czar)
Eating velvet and we
Write it off as business or charity
If we happen to discuss God or poverty
Beware the mote around our circle of empathy
When I spill blood I sometimes see
Something is shared between the masses and me

Fear’s possessed me, and forced a declaration of truth
That can’t be spoken
But in the vested interest of the very ones I love
Divide, but don’t show your work
And while I’m split in 2
I still know that I’m luckier than you
And you know it too.
All in the name of love. Yep.

Not my darlings, nor my victims,
Just doing my part to save the part,
Preservation’s always in season
If you see love as a non-renewable resource
You’ll understand greed.
When you understand greed
You’ll spend your best days satisfying that need
Oh! The thrill of it all!
Life’s one big ball
I’ll kick you in.

Another 4 Years

Do you know me I was on your block
In the rubble of an abandoned lot
I was in a suit it was so damm hot
I promised a jellybean in every pot
Well I\’m here again in the same old spot
Decay is what I tried to stop
I knock down buildings on every block
Ranch houses on top of lots
It\’s time for my nap I just forgot
I\’m a White House cowboy
the future shock

Gonna talk about the future shock
Another 4 years we\’d rather not

John Fekner & Richard Admiral

With the Die Bold
Elections Are Bought & Sold

It’s No Surprise
When It’s Privatized
There’s No Surprise
When Democracy Dies

With The Die Bold
Elections Are Bought & Sold

It’s No Surprise
When It’s Privatized
There’s No Surprise
Your Democracy Dies

With The Die Bold
With The Die Bold

There’s No Surprise

Democracy Dies

(Melange Promenade R.I.P 2005-2008)

Grew up on promise of American dreams
I’m a perfect example of a broken routine
Well I found shortcuts and secrets and shame
but I can’t beat the game

(And all I know is)
I could never compete with the over ambitious
Couldn’t lie to your face, babe I can’t be that vicious
And I am breakin’ down, watch my country but I don’t understand

They say there’s that nothing you can’t do…

You can’t say that things have never been better
But it ain’t that bad when the worst you can do is you die
You can’t say that things have never been sweeter
There’s a war down here that should die its been killing all my time.
So I’m breakin down my mind.
Yeah I’m breakin down my mind.

What ever happened to the stories we would tell
When a yard was the world and a phone call was a yell
And cigarettes were gold and drinkin’ was for the day

(And all I know is)
I could drive all week on a twenty dollar tank
I had too many lovers, too much money in the bank
I had too much faith in it all or not nearly enough

And they say that you couldn’t be so strong and I said HA! babe I’m long long gone…

You can’t say that things have never been better
But it ain’t that bad when the worst you can do is you die
You can’t say that things have never been sweeter
There’s a war down here that should die its been killing all my time.
So I’m breakin down my mind.
Yeah I’m breakin down my mind.

Can you plug me in?
oh no no
Can you plug me in?
oh no no

You can’t say that things have never been better
but it ain’t that bad when the worst you can do is you die
You can’t say that things have never been sweeter
There’s a war down here that should die its been killing all my time.
So I’m breakin down my mind.
Yeah I’m breakin down my mind.

this song was written as a modern american experience

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Blood Wherever - LeAnne Broas 2004

V1) Waiting out all the sticks they threw at us
In a sense of new resolve of an old ideal
The peaceful seem to always need to shout

Looking past, will we ever learn the way
Can our eyes stay open to acknowledge violence
Here and always was

Lying press that will never spill it all
Keep the masses idle while their children die for
Someone, someone else’s greed

Ch) Blood wherever you go
Follows, flows
Promises that need to be met
Tell us when it carries over

V2) Those who write the book always keeping score
Based on fathers’ sins
Fail to write enough
Keep us hateful and unsure

Even so now here we all are
Someone has to say it
Silence is complacent
They fail to ever write enough

Ch) Blood wherever you go
Follows, flows
Promises that need to be met
Tell us when it carries over

It carries it carries over
It carries, it caries over
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I wrote this before the current war, thinking it’d never be relevant so long after it was written….
it’s an original and has been copyrighted 2004

This is a mixdown of a six track audio piece called “The Bushes”. In its original setting (in Long Beach California), a public ‘plant’ of sidewalk bushes enclosed audio speakers broadcasting this remixed rhetoric from the speeches of six Bush family members (1 bush each for Jeb, Laura, W, the Twins, Barbara, and George the father) – which escalated into a rhythmic singsong frenzy of Bushisms. Passers-by danced and squirmed to the cheeky horrors of the First Family of Terror’s ensemble.