Whoa. That was Lou Dobbs promoting the idea that SCOTUS justices Gorsuch and Kavanaugh were part of the deep state out to ‘get Trump’. I craughed, which is a cringe modified by scoffing laughter. Into this came a 1983 Human League song, “(Keep Feeling) Fascination“.
Just looking for a new direction In an old familiar way The forming of a new connection To study or to play
And so the conversation turned Until the sun went down And many fantasies were learned On that day
Floofeigner(floofinition) – British-American hard floof rock (flock) band formed in 1978 who became one of the best-selling modern musical acts of all times.
In use: “Two of Floofeigner’s many hits were “Floof Box Hero” in 1982, and “Dirty White Dog” in 1978.”
Reading about Florida setting a new record for COVID-19 cases, then a new record for deaths, then the urge to open Disney, and the demand that children return to school. Then there are many other matters churning my stomach and leaving me saying, “I can’t go for that.”
Fortunately, Hall & Oates’ song, “I Can’t Go for That (No Can Do)” (1981) covers it, making it today’s theme music.
Pulled a piece of bread out of a bag yesterday and sniffed it, then gave it the eye test. That bread had been in the basket for a while. The basket is the bread basket that’s won counter territory. Nominally for bready goods, bulk granola, nuts, Kind bars, and Lararbars often camp there, too. It’s the place to rummage when a food is trying to tempt you but you’ve yet to identify its song. A couple forgotten goodies are usually to be found.
I found two heels of Dave’s Bread yesterday. Dave’s Bread was, is, an excellent healthy, tasty, robust bread, even though an evil corp. bought Dave out. Two heels; I could slap together a classic PB&J. The bread passed the eye and nose test, yet doubts lingered. A feel test confirmed: yeah, this is stale.
Per habit, my neurological Alexa said, “Playing a song with the word stale in it.” Eve 6’s offering, “Inside Out”, gained volume.
But yeah, stale is an appropriate word for the sit. in the USA. Trump’s attacks, tantrums, finger-pointing, and whining are stale, as are the faux discussions about re-opening the economy, ‘safely’ playing pro ‘sports’, and sending children back to school. My weariness with it is stale, as is my disbelief (hey, what do you know, Roger Stone has been pardoned) and disappointment. It’s all gone stale.
Ja, a stretch for “Inside Out” (1998), a wondrous melodic blur of rhymes and images, but I’m going with it.
I was thinking about my muse, or muses. They were having a party in my head, a.k.a., a head party. Apparently, they’re feeling frisky. I enjoy their energy and company. Starting to learn some of their names. Won’t reveal that, per their dark request. (“Yeah, reveal our names and say good-bye, because we’ll be a word on the wind.”)
Anyway, here’s the song that was written about a muse, “Never Let You Go” by Third Eye Blind, January 2000.
‘Ow ’bout a little Bob Marley and the Wailers from 1973? Thinkin’ ’bout the high level of eligibles in ‘Merica who don’t vote. (Have you seen the numbers?) “Get Up, Stand Up” seems like a fittin’ song.
Get up, stand up: don’t give up the fight Most people think Great God will come from the sky Take away everything And make-a everybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You will look for yours on earth And now you see the light
You stand up for your rights, jah! Get up, stand up (Jah, jah) Stand up for your right (Oh, hoo) Get up, stand up (Get up, stand up) Don’t give up the fight (Life is your right) Get up, stand up (So we can’t give up the fight) Stand up for your right (Lord, Lord) Get up, stand up (Keep us struggling on)
Don’t give up the fight, yeah
We sick an’ tired of your ism-skism game Dyin’ ‘n’ goin’ to heaven in-a Jesus’ name, Lord We know when we understand Almighty God is a living man You can fool some people sometimes But you can’t fool all the people all the time So now we see the light (What you gonna do?)
We gonna stand up for our rights (Yeah, jah, jah!) So you better Get up, stand up (In the morning, get it up) Stand up for your right (In the night) Get up, stand up Don’t give up the fight (Don’t give it up, don’t give it up) Get up, stand up (Get up, stand up) Stand up for your right (Get up, stand up)
Get up, stand up (Don’t be a nigger in your neighborhood, yeah) Don’t give up the fight (Get up, stand up) Get up, stand up (I don’t think that should be very good, Lord) (Get up, stand up) Stand up for your right (Get up, stand up) Get up, stand up (I said, don’t be a nigger in your neighborhood, yeah) Don’t give up the fight
After reading headline bullshit about more Trump lies (and other pols, but mostly the mano one) and general bullshit that’s out there, a 1984 Queen song entered the mental music stream.
“I Want to Break Free” wasn’t a big hit in the U.S., but I was travelling through Europe on mil biz that year, and heard it on their media. I thought the thingy ’bout the lies worked for this pandemic year.
