‘The Cool, Cool River’

Moves like a fist through traffic
Anger and no one can heal it
Shoves a little bump into the momentum
It’s just a little lump
But you feel it
In the creases and the shadows
With a rattling deep emotion
The cool, cool river
Sweeps the wild, white ocean

Yes boss, the government handshake
Yes boss, the crusher of language
Yes boss, Mr. Stillwater
The face at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool river
The cool, the cool river

I believe in the future
I may live in my car
My radio tuned to
The voice of a star
Song dogs barking at the break of dawn
Lightning pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and fears
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Wyclef Jean–“If I Was President

Election time is coming

If I was president,
I’d get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president…
If I was president

An old man told me, instead of spending billions on the war,
we can use some of that money, in the ghetto.
I know some so poor,when it rains that when they shower,
screaming “fight the power”.
That’s when the vulture devoured

If I was president,
I’d get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president…
If I was president…
If I was president…
If I was president

But the radio won’t play this.
They call it rebel music.
How can you refuse it, children of moses?

If I was president,
I’d get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president…
If i was president

Tell the children the truth, the truth.
Christopher Columbus didn’t discover America.
Tell them the truth.
The truth
YEAH! Tell them about Marcus Garvey.
The the children the truth YEAH! The truth.
Tell them about Martin Luther King.
Tell them the truth.
The Truth.
Tell them about JFK

If I was President
If I was president,
I’d get elected on Friday, assasinated on Saturday,
and buried on Sunday.

If I was president…
If I was president

I don’t hate Prince, just his views

Sometime in the late to mid 1970s, Prince announced himself not only as a musical genius, but as a social revolutionary.

By highlighting different lifestyles and playing with (in his music as wells as personal style) sexuality and androgyny, for instance, Prince opened all of our eyes to the way people live. That earlier Prince seemed to say that it’s okay to be who you are and for me to be who I am. That gave power to his fans and deepened his music.

The music. I love Prince’s music and I own practically as much of the music as anyone could. I’ve listened to all of his output. And it has colored my view of the world.

But, in an interview with the New Yorker magazine recently, a different Prince seemed to emerge, a less tolerant and, perhaps, bigoted one.

Speaking seemingly about Prop 8, which overturned the state’s Supreme Court ruling and outlawed marriage by same-sex couples, Prince said:

“So here’s how it is: you’ve got the Republicans, and basically they want to live according to this.” He pointed to a Bible. “But there’s the problem of interpretation, and you’ve got some churches, some people, basically doing things and saying it comes from here, but it doesn’t. And then on the opposite end of the spectrum you’ve got blue, you’ve got the Democrats, and they’re, like, ‘You can do whatever you want.’ Gay marriage, whatever. But neither of them is right.”

When asked about his perspective on social issues—gay marriage, abortion—Prince tapped his Bible and said, “God came to earth and saw people sticking it wherever and doing it with whatever, and he just cleared it all out. He was, like, ‘Enough.’ ”

I don’t know what scripture Prince is referring to but he is just plain wrong.

And it saddens me that this man, who gave so much hope and entertained people and enriched lives, would now be spouting inane but hurtful bigotry.

Point about . . . what?

A snippet from the middle of the Coen brothers’ “O Brother, Where Art Thou”

Pappy O’Daniel sits smoking a cigar, nursing a glass of whiskey, and
soliciting the counsel of his overweight retinue.

Languishing! Goddamn campaign is
languishing! We need a shot inna arm!
Hear me, boys? Inna goddamn ARM!
Election held tomorra, that sonofabitch
Stokes would win it in a walk!

Well he’s the reform candidate, Daddy.

Pappy narrows his eyes at him, wondering what he’s getting at.


Well people like that reform. Maybe we
should get us some.

Pappy whips off his hat and slaps at Junior with it.

I’ll reform you, you soft-headed
sonofabitch! How we gonna run reform
when we’re the damn incumbent!

He glares around the table.

Zat the best idea any you boys can come
up with? REEform?! Weepin’ Jesus on the
cross! Eckard, you may as well start
draftin’ my concession speech right now.

Eckard grunts as he starts to rise.

Okay, Pappy.

Pappy whips him back down with his hat.

I’m just makin’ a point, you stupid

Okay, Pappy.

As he settles back Eckard looks around the table and helpfully relays:

Pappy just makin’ a point here, boys.

Snoop Dogg – My Medicine (Official Music Video)

Snoop with Willie Nelson. This is way too cool!

Alright, so I can’t say that I’m the most dedicated country music aficionado out there but this is, simply, the best and most effective country music song I’ve ever heard.

Snoop Dogg’s ‘My Medicine’ lyrics

I Like to dedicate this record here
to my main man Johny Cash
A real American gangster
I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the guitar
Young Treb on the drums
Grand ol’ Opry
Here we come

Jack me nimble, jack me quick
jack of the spoon on the candlestick
don’t stay pimpin’ on the one trick only
yeah she kinda skinny but she gets my money

Get my money
buy my medicine
buy my medicine
buy my medicine x2

You know I’ve got to have that medicine
That prescription medicine baby
You know purple orange green

Jack starts hanging round with the fiends
Got strung out sold and count of beans
Told young wifey he got love your honey
But you gotta hit the streets
go and get my money

Ref x2

The more dedicated the more medicated
Can you feel me?

Girl my love gonna last
just as long as my high

And I’m high
All day, everyday

You can trust every word
I’m gonna say will be a lie

Yeah, I lie sometimes

What’s the use of the truth
if you can’t get a lie sometimes baby
Now, dig this

Jack starts a track up and down a hill,
gotta walk and think “an ace what he told to Jill”
Come rain, come shine, come snow of a sunny
Get the f**k out girl and get my money

Ref x2

They say you can’t buy me love
but you damn sure can buy me bud

Girl my love gonna last
just as long as my high

Oh, I’m so high right now
how about you?

You can trust every word
I’m gonna tell you is a lie

Liar, liar pants on fire

Girl, I love you
I love you though