Song Lyrics I’d Like to Hear
While we’re busy closing the gun show loophole, the crazy guy who’s been treated as an outpatient loophole and the everything-else-I-don’t-like-loophole, I suggest we close the popular music loophole to truth in advertising laws. I mean, seriously, if Ted Turner can add color to old movies to make scenes look like they really looked back then (newsflash: reality didn’t happen in black and white), how hard would it be to fix song lyrics to tell things like they really were rather than how some whiny artist pretended they were? In John Lennon’s case, all it would take is a minor pronoun substitution few listeners would even notice:
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if I can.
Loggins and Messina would need a little more work, but still doable:
Even though we ain’t got money…
Oh, psych! I’ve tons of it, honey!
Everything will bring return on equity
In the mornin’ when I rise
Bring a tear of joy to my eyes
Knowin’ our portfolio’ll be all right
Even Sheryl Crow could stay in business:
I’ve got a crummy job
It don’t pay near enough
To buy three Lear jets at once
Unless I mortgage one.I’m gonna soak all the rich
Won’t be no one’s bitch except my own.
So just deal with it.
I’ve got more than one square
For my derrière, just not for yours.
Just kiddin’ yeah!
April 26th, 2007 at 12:23 am
At Indian Lake there’s a gun you can make with your little one.
You need a Coke bottle, and ball valves and PVC pipes from Home Depot.
With a bicycle pump you can bring up the pressure to 792 (lbs/sq. in.).
With a 90 grain lead ball you’ll have a gun that shoots like a .38 S&W do.
(You-Tube “homemade air-gun”).