Posted on 07/12/2014 6:28:29 PM PDT by lee martell
Why doesn’t she count the words in the song “Attica state” she wrote with John Lennon with the lyrics “free the prisoners”?? Gee whiz, who was it again who was an inmate in Attica for 30 years? Oh that’s right, Johns killer Mark David Chapman who Yoko has been ardently against paroling for 34 years. When someone else is the victim it’s “free the prisoners”. When she is the victim it’s “no parole no way no how”.
“Attica State”
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives,
shoot the prisioners in the towers
Forthy-three poor widowed wives
Media blames it on the prisioners,
But the prisoners did not kill
“Rockefeller pulled the trigger”
That’s what the people feel.
Attica, Attica state, we’re all mates with Attica state.
Free the prisioners, free the judges
Free all the prisioners everywhere,
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care
They all live in suffocation,
Let’s not wathc them die in sorrow,
Now’s the time for revolution,
Give them all chance to grow.
Attica state......
Come together join the movement,
Take a stand for human rights,
Fear and hatred clouds our judgement,
Free us all from endless night,
Attica state....
We are all mattes...
We all live in......
Attica, Attica, Attica state.
George had a good sense of humor. He loved the Rutles.
lol
Would it clear the house of fleas and ticks?
You know what’s interesting about her is she constantly sides with far left communists, yet she is the biggest capitalist pig going. Everything and anything she can sell related to John Lennon she will sell. “You buy John Lennon drawing! You buy John Lennon baby toy! You buy John Lennon coffee mug!” Look at this on Amazon, she totally whores out his name for a buck. What the hell does “baby diapers” have to do with john Lennon?
Non compos mentis
Let it be.
As long as she doesn’t sing...
dounworry...dounworry...
dounworry...dounworry...
well somebody had to quote her big hit
no YOUTUBE though.
The following poem was not found in an old Baltimore church:
Introduction
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.....
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!
Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.
Ro-tate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss.....and when!
Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that THREE.........do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer main-te-nance.
Chorus
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Remember the Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mu-ti-late.
Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time call 606-4311;
Ask for “Ken.”
Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.
Chorus
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be-—
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.
GIVE UP!
Reprise
You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Performed by National Lampoon on “National Lampoon Radio Dinner,” a 1972 recording by Blue Thumb Records. Lyrics by Tony Hendra.
shoulda bought a six shot,,,
Reminds me of this statement.
“When I am alone with myself, I have not the courage to think of myself as an artist in the great and ancient sense of the term. Giotto, Titan, Rembrandt, and Goya were great painters. I AM ONLY A PUBLIC ENTERTAINER who has understood his times and has exhausted, as best he could, the imbecility, the vanity, the cupidity of his contemporaries. Mine is a bitter confession, more painful than it may appear, but it has the merit of being sincere.”—Pablo Picasso
“What the hell does “baby diapers” have to do with john Lennon?”
They both look nice on the outside but I side they’re full of shi**.
Her grapefruit continues.
‘NO AUDIOBOOK!’
I think the Count from Sesame Street could pull it off.
More melodiously, for sure.
It would be interesting to get her honest reaction to your question. She may have ‘let go of’ honesty by now though, as an antiquated fetish of the bourgeoisie. Meaning not even she could tell you what her real feeling are on that topic.
So the measured dirt mounds exhibit really happened! I always thought that was a popular urban myth that stuck, like ‘seeing Russia from my window’. Wonder how much she charged in somebody sneezed and shifted the dirt around. Or perhaps it was meant to be a ‘living sculpture’, left vulnerable to changes, both random and deliberate.
What’s yellow and lives off dead Beatles?
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