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Radical Muzak [Sep. 29th, 2013|09:59 pm]
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Not what I expected to hear when I stopped at Sheetz coming home from the SpiralHeart meeting:

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me;
I ain't no fortunate one, one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,


If that Creedence Clearwater song is coming back into style, maybe the country is getting a wee bit impatient with rich folks.
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[User Picture]From: bellamagic
2013-09-30 03:57 am (UTC)

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Hope so... or at least let the glamoury fall from their eyes.
[User Picture]From: northlighthero
2013-09-30 09:05 pm (UTC)

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Maybe our impatience will arise in the nick of time.

So mote it be.