WAR, OOHH, WHAT IS IT GOOD FOR? absolutely nothin.....
Say it again yeah!!!!!!!!!!!

This Note's for You
---Neil Young

Don't want no cash
Don't need no money
Ain't got no stash
This note's for you.

Ain't singin' for Pepsi
Ain't singin' for Coke
I don't sing for nobody
Makes me look like a joke
This note's for you.

Ain't singin' for Miller
Don't sing for Bud
I won't sing for politicians
Ain't singin' for Spuds
This note's for you.

Don't need no cash
Don't want no money
Ain't got no stash
This note's for you.

I've got the real thing
I got the real thing, baby
I got the real thing
Yeah, alright.

Thank you, Neil for the contribution to the Free Trade discussion!!

great wyldflower, I heard him do that live with a killer horn section, his usual snarl fit perfectly

"The great depths of the ocean barely take notice of wind upon the waters...."

-adg---"Face of time"

English is a crazy language...
(not sure if Pete Seeger wrote this but I have seen him perform it at concerts)

Let's face it -- English is a crazy language. There is no egg in
eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries
in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't
sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a
guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers
don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth,
why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one
moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?

Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one
amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of
them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian
eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter,
perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to
an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite
at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by
ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?

How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise
man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be
opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the
weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another.

Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they
are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful
gown? Met a sung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever
run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And
where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would
ACTUALLY hurt a fly?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your
house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by
filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the
creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at
all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when
the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my
watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

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EIGHT MILES HIGH
McGuinn/Crosby/Clark

"Eight miles high
and when you touch down
You’ll find that it’s stranger than known

Signs in the street
That say where you’re going
Are somewhere, just being there own

Nowhere is, there warmth to be found
Among those, afraid of losing their ground
Rain, grey town, known for it’s sound
In places, small faces unbound

‘Round the squares, huddled in storms
Some laughing, some just shapeless forms
Sidewalks scenes, and black limousines
Some living, some standing alone..."

Someone always playing
Corporation games
Who cares? They're always changing
Corporation names

We just want to dance here
Someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible
Write us off the page

Marconi plays the Mamba
Listen to the radio
Don't you remember
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll.

-Starship

via Z

Mares eat oats and does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy,
A kid'll eat ivy too,
Wouldn't you?

oh yea, with enuff tartar sauce, no problem!!

Depends on if the ivy is from Wrigley Field!

mexican americans
don't like to get up in the morning
but they have to
so they do...

beaners, beaners, beaners

save the whales
kill the dolphins

(Cheech Marin)

**dedicated to a friend on boards**

Yesterday I was thinking about riding on a big airplane
Cause I'm so tired and I don't mind flyin it takes you so far away
One foot down can't get off the ground
Theres one thing that I know, need someplace to go
To Rock my soul

And isn't life funny how we work and never reach an end
And in a dream it came to me, the music was my ONLY friend, YEAH
I feel alright when I'm singing it out
There's one thing that I know, I need someplace to go
To Rock my soul

For the children to survive you
For the feelin that's inside you
There's a hunger deep inside you
Like a bomb that's ready to blow
Let love reunite us, and keep the problems
that divide us, somewhere to go
And Rock my soul

Yesterday I was thinking about a man, who was a dear ol friend
He took a ride down a one way road
And I never saw him again
They say upon the bank, he headed south I'm told

For the children to survive you
For the feelin that's inside you
There's a hunger deep inside you
Like a bomb that's ready to explode
Let love reunite us, and keep the problems that divide us
Someplace to go, Rock my soul!

**XAVIER

It's been 5 years since we had a raise in pay
And they disallowed my business lunches today
Somebody must have changed the rules of the game
So we found a convenient scapegoat we can blame:

It's those Teenage Immigrant Welfare Mothers On Drugs
(they're too lazy to work!)
Teenage Immigrant Welfare Mothers On Drugs
(they're stealing our jobs!)

_Austin Lounge Lizards via Z

A working class hero is something to be,
keep you doped with religion, sex and tv,
you think you're so clever, classless and free,
but you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see...
A working class hero is something to be!

J.Lennon

"I was born in the desert, raised in a lions den,
my number one occupation, is stealin women from their men"

-snarled by bobby weir