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Yet Another Ode

Discussion in 'Off Topic' started by isher, Sep 21, 2010.

  1. isher

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    OK. I'll Play.

    This to be sung to the tune of "Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again", by the incomparable Mr. B. Dylan.



    Stuck Inside Of -(************)- With The Survival Blues Again


    Oh, the refugees draw circles
    Up and down the block
    I’d ask them what the matter was
    But I know that they don’t talk
    And the beat cops treat me kindly
    And furnish me with more red tape
    But deep inside my heart
    I know I can’t escape
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (insert name of your city here)
    With the survival blues again

    Well, Jefferson, he’s in the alley
    With his mistress and his slaves
    Speaking to some society girl
    Who says he’s awfully brave
    And I would send a message
    To find out if she’s talked
    But the Constitution has been stolen
    And the government is locked
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Mona tried to tell me
    To stay away from the main road lines
    She said that all the troopers
    Just drink your blood like wine
    An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that
    But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
    An’ he just burned my passport
    An’ stole my cigarettes”
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Grandpa died last week
    And now he’s buried in the rocks
    But everybody still talks about
    How badly they were shocked
    But me, I expected it to happen
    I knew he’d lost control
    When he built a fire of his savings bonds
    And shot it full of holes
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Now the FEMA troops came down here
    Showing ev’ryone their guns
    Handing out free tickets
    To the new camps that they run
    An’ me, I nearly got busted
    An’ wouldn’t it be my luck
    To be caught without a ticket
    While siphoning fuel from a truck
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Now my Senator looked so baffled
    When I asked him why he dressed
    With twenty pounds of headlines
    Stapled to his chest
    But he cursed me when I proved it to him
    Then I whispered, “Not even you can hide
    You see, you’re just like me
    I hope you’re satisfied”
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Now the Weatherman gave me two cures
    Then he said, “Jump right in”
    The one was outback medicine
    The other was just buggin’ in
    An’ like a fool I mixed them
    An’ it strangled up my mind
    An’ now people just get uglier
    An’ I have no sense of time
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    When Ruthie says come see her
    In her RKBA lagoon
    Where I can watch her waltz for free
    ‘Neath her Constitutional moon
    An’ I say, “Aw come on now
    You must know about my Congressman”
    She says, “Your Congressman just gives you food stamps
    But I have what he has banned”
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again

    Now the Ruins lay on Main Street
    Where the corporate madmen climb
    They all fell there so perfectly
    It all seemed so well timed
    An’ I sit here so patiently
    Waiting to find out what price
    You have to pay to get out of
    Going through all these things twice
    Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
    To be stuck inside of (************)
    With the survival blues again



    Isher