Monday, November 07, 2016

Voting Day Eve

Eve of General election - and it's Music Monday. How can I relate this peculiar American election season to something musical?

Some fellow native Brits of mine, all northerners too, might be of help. I'll stitch together a medley of some of their famous song titles to tell the tale for me.

Here we go:

It has been A Magical Mystery Tour from start to finish. There has been Too Much Monkey Business goin' on throughout. A Paperback Writer would have had difficulty keeping up with the crazy we've experienced.

When I think of my candidate of choice, Senator Bernie Sanders, I think of Yesterday and My Guitar Gently Weeps about loss of his wished for Revolution. He advised his supporters and Clinton's to Come Together - but Clinton gave us a Ticket to Ride - doesn't like us, thinks she doesn't need us.

Choosing between Her Majesty and one who makes as much sense as I Am the Walrus makes for A Hard Day's Night.

It has been a Long and Winding Road to reach this point, though it's just another Day In The Life of wily politicians and media drones.

I've got through it, With a Little Help From My Friends.



R J Adams said...

That reported earthquake this morning could certainly have caused you "A Hard Day's Night". I hope you're both okay. Damn those frackers! You can be sure neither candidate's going to stop that happening.

Twilight said...

RJ Adams ~ Thanks - all well here, we didn't feel this one, probably because we we'd have been sitting on the sofa in front of the goggle-box, attention distracted. It happened 150 miles north and east of us. We did feel the previous 5-ish strength one, which was straight north of us, but still more than 100 miles away.

You're right, no chance of any fracking bans whichever of these two bozos wins tomorrow. :-(

mike said...

Grace Jones "Corporate Cannibal"

Pleased to meet you, pleased to have you on my plate
Your meat is sweet to me
Your destiny
Your fate

you?re my life support, your life is my sport

I'm a man-eating machine X2

you won't hear me laughing, as I terminate your day
You can't trace my footsteps, as I walk the other way

I can't get enough prey, pray for me X2
(i'm a man-eating machine)
Corporate cannibal, digital criminal
Corporate cannibal, eat you like an animal

employer of the year, grandmaster of fear
My blood flows satanical,
Mechanical, masonical and chemical
Habitual ritual

i'm a man-eating machine.. X2

I deal in the market, every man, woman and child is a target
A closet full of faceless nameless pay more for less emptiness

i'll make you scrounge, in my executive lounge
You pay less tax, but i?ll gain more back

my rules, you fools

we can play the money game
Greedgame, power game, stay insane
Lost in the cell, in this hell
Slave to the rhythm of the corporate prison

i'm a man-eating machine?
I can?t get enough prey
Pray for me
Corporate cannibal?
Digital criminal?

i'll consume my consumers, with no sense of humour
I'll give you a uniform, chloroform
Sanatize, homogenize, vaporize? you

i'm the spark, make the world explode
I'm a man-eating machine, i'll make the world explode
Corporate cannibal?

Twilight said...

mike ~ Ooooo-er! Scar-eeee! But apt. Clever image manipulation in the video though. :-)

mike (again) said...

A new "word" for me that I've seen pop-up in various places recently is CROMULENT. Cromulent is a good description of the election. defines it as an adjective "appearing legitimate but actually being spurious".

Cromulent originated in a "Simpsons" episode:
"The episode features two neologisms: embiggen and cromulent. The show runners asked the writers if they could come up with two words which sounded like real words, and these were what they came up with. The Springfield town motto is 'A noble spirit embiggens the smallest man.' Schoolteacher Edna Krabappel comments that she never heard the word embiggens until she moved to Springfield. Ms. Hoover, another teacher, replies, 'I don't know why; it’s a perfectly cromulent word.' Later in the episode, while talking about Homer's audition for the role of town crier, Principal Skinner states, 'He's embiggened that role with his cromulent performance.'"

I came upon it again today in an article at the Daily Kos:
"Frozen pie crust and canned filling? Totally cromulent if the result is a pie you enjoy eating."

Twilight said...

mike (again) ~ Hadn't come across cromulent before - yes it does describe what's before us! Cromulent has to come from a DNA related to Jabberwocky's "slithy toves gyring and gimbling in the wabe...." LOL!

Of non-political interest: I've just seen a link (at naked capitalism) to this article - about a time crystal:

Intriguing, and could lead - who knows where!?

anyjazz said...

A fine job putting together this page. Proves once again that life is just the same old circles, just different people going around in them.

Twilight said...

anyjazz ~ Thank you kindly! Yes - as the late Bill Hicks used to say "It's just a ride...."

“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, "Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people. "Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real." It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.”