Cuddle up baby; cuddle up tight

Over on the Great Orange Satan, sane and smart America-loving people have been providing terrifying and more terrifying and still more terrifying analyses of where we are and how we got here (thanks in no small part to that lying, power-lusting senile tantrum-throwing baby John McCain and the truly monstrous Cheney/Bush junta). It seems to me that the United States of America may be in more danger of falling apart than at any point since 1864. Let me provide a second link to that last-listed item, by Devilstower, with the sublime title Three Times is Enemy Action. Go read it, my friends, and tremble for your country.

Uber neutrino-class wetmechanic Bremser said to me yesterday in private correspondence, (apropos of this poetic flight),

Odd, that’s the second day in a row that Jefferson Airplane was quoted
to me in the context of this meltdown; the first time the lyrics were:

In loyalty to their kind
They cannot tolerate our minds.
In loyalty to our kind
We cannot tolerate their obstruction.

You can imagine how we got around to remembering that lyric.

Today it’s a it’s a song by the Stones that I cannot shake.

Under Cover of the NIght, by Mick Jagger & Keith Richards

Hear the screams of center 42
Loud enough to bust your brains out
The oppositions tongue is cut in two
Keep off the street cause you’re in danger

One hundred thousand disparus
Lost in the jails of south america
Cuddle up baby
Cuddle up tight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

The sex police are out there on the streets
Make sure the pass laws are not broken
The race militia has got itchy fingers
All the way from new york back to africa

Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Sleep with all out of sight
Cuddle up baby
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Undercover
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Under cover of the night

All the young men they’ve been rounded up
And sent to camps back in the jungle
And people whisper people double-talk
And once proud fathers act so humble
All the young girls they have got the blues
They’re heading on back to center 42

Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Keep it undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Under cover of the night

Down in the bars the girls are painted blue
Done up in lace, done up in rubber
The johns are jerky little g.i. joes
On r&r from cuba and russia
The smell of sex, the smell of suicide
All these things I can’t keep inside

Undercover
Keep it all out of sight
Undercover of the night

Undercover of the night
Undercover of the night

Undercover
Undercover
Under cover of the night

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2 Comments

  1. Gary says:

    From my perspective from the Mtv generation, World Party’s “Ship of Fools” comes to mind…

    Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea
    They will leave you drifting in the shallows
    Drowning in the oceans of history
    Traveling the world, you’re in search of no good
    But I’m sure you’ll build your Sodom like you knew you would
    Using all the good people for your galley slaves
    As your little boat struggles through the warning waves
    But you don’t, pay

    You will pay tomorrow
    You’re gonna pay tomorrow
    You’re gonna pay tomorrow

    Oh, save me, save me from tomorrow
    I don’t want to sail with this Ship of Fools, no, no
    http://www.youtube.com/watc

  2. John says:

    I love that dude, what’s his face, the World Party/Waterboys guy. I don’t want to sail on this ship of fools neither. The whole question comes down to whether Congress wants to sail on it. We’ll have to wait and see. This is going to be a nail-biter.

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