Revenge of the Stupid Lyrics III
July 21st, 2008 at 2:00 pm by CrankyContinuing with CrankyClassics™, here is Revenge of the Stupid Lyrics III.
This was originally published on the passing of Johnny Ramone back in 2004.
This Very Special edition of Revenge Of The Stupid Lyrics is dedicated to Johnny Ramone.
Out of respect for this conservative rocker, I will avoid the usual sneering. (Don’t get used to it.)
| Artist | Song |
| The Ramones | I Wanna Be Sedated |
| Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothin’ to do and no where to go-o-oh I wanna be sedated Just get me to the airport put me on a plane Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane |
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| The powerful simplicity of these lyrics combined with the powerful simplicity of the melody are evocative of William Blake’s The Tyger. Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies In both cases, pure Art |
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| The Beatles | Taxman |
| Let me tell you how it will be There’s one for you, nineteen for me ‘Cause I’m the taxman, yeah, I’m the taxman Should five per cent appear too small |
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| For George Harrison, it wasn’t all sitars and Krishna. No, beneath that mop top was a brain that knew the harsh side of a 95% tax rate. He also put together the first rock charity concert (for Bangladesh). | |
| Neil Young | Let’s Roll |
| No time for indecision we got to make a move I hope that were forgiven for what we got to do How this all got started I’ll never understand Hope someone can fly this thing and get us back to land Time is runnin out. lets roll No one has the answer but one thing is true Time is runnin out. lets roll Lets roll for freedom |
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| This song was written about Flight 93. This was the highjacked flight that crashed in rural Pennsylvania when the passengers attempted to retake control. Their sacrifice quite possibly prevented hundreds of other deaths and the destruction of the Capitol building.
Neil Young’s tribute was not only moving, but was the most clear-headed statement I’ve ever heard from a rock musician. It was a shame that he still lent his music to Michael Moore’s steaming pile of crap, Farenheit 9-11. Well, I like his music anyway, politics notwithstanding. He also does charity concerts for the Bridge School to benefit children with severe speech and physical impairments |
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| The Eagles | Get Over It |
| You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if I gave you some cash The more I think about it, Old Billy was right Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ‘em tonight You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing … You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down Complain about the present and blame it on the past I’d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass |
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| If that doesn’t sound like fingernails on a chalkboard to every identity politician and victim’s group, I don’t know what would.
What a beautiful anthem to personal responsibility! It shouts from the mountaintop, “Take responsibility, stop whining and blame yourself for spilling that coffee on your fat thighs fer cryin’ out loud!” Besides, he says “ass.” |
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