John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt: December 2008

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

2008 Comes to an End

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

December Non Sequitur

Three songs from Roger Water's "Radio KAOS"

Who Needs Information
Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight
Waiting for the dawn to come

Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got
How'd you make a have out of a have not
Hmmmm,
Who needs information
When you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Benny climbed up on a footbridge
And he teetered on the parapet
He said can you see the whites of their headlights
Are they coming yet

Who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here

Benny hafted a breeze block
And tried to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here
Some way out of here

Who needs information yeah
When you living on as borrowed time
Just give me confirmation
There will be a winner this time

Who needs information when you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds
Who needs, who needs, who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds - yeah

Jim: Vm.
Jim lights a cigarette
Jim: So your brothers in jail?

Me Or Him
You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls, eat, get laid
Back in the good old days

Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
Oh how he wanted to talk to the people,
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days

Forgive me father for I have sinned
It was either me or him
And the voice said Benny
You fucked the whole thing up
Benny your time is up
Your time is up

Benny turn the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people,
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating
Like in the good old days

Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Father, it was either me or him
Father, can we turn back the clock?
I never meant to drop the concrete block,

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people,
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow, Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Just like in the good old days
The good old days

Radio announcer: Do you really think Iranian terrorists would have taken American hostage if Ronald Reagan were president? Do you really think the Russians would have invaded Afghanistan if Ronald Reagan were president? Do you really think third-rate military dictators would laugh at America and burn our flag in contempt if Ronald Reagan were president? Concerned Citizen: Well it might work! Hostage: We as a group do most importantly want to beseech President Reagan and our fellow Americans to refrain of any form of military or violent means as an attempt, no matter how noble or heroic, to secure our freedom. Concerned Citizen: Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous for you, Cassidy Hoppy's faithful sidekick guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy, Mister. Adventure's his bread, excitement's his butter and danger, why to him that's like strawberry jam to top it off. Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll comes out of chaos and song called "The Powers that Be"...

That Powers That Be
The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be
They like a bomb proof cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps
Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
Nice car Jack
They like order, make-up, lime light power
Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV
They're the power that be
If you see them come,
You better run - run
You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home

You better run - run
You better run on home

The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, the like sheep's clothing
And blacked-out vans

Blacked-out vans, contingency plans
They like death or glory, they love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late
You better run - runYou better run on home

Billy: Goodnight, Jim.
Jim: Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!
The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.
Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish
Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers.
Paraquat Kelly: Hey and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish report with a beat.
Jim: We think of it is a mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.