Thursday, November 6, 2008

Just a parting shot

On one last note about politics, I give you the lyrics to Chuck Brodsky's song "He Came To Our Town", the greatest song about politics ever. It sums up the whole thing perfectly. It's only half as awesome without the music, but it'll have to do.

He Came To Our Town

He came to our town for maybe an hour
The streets they got swept and they planted some flowers
Babies he kissed and to the people he waved
And he stopped at a Civil War general's grave

He struck just the right pose, he hit just the right chord
When he spoke of the family, and then of the Lord
He addressed the concerns of the common man
And he spoke of the glory of this mighty land

He had just the right color and his smile was fixed
His wardrobe assembled from a bagful of tricks
And he had gobs of make-up that were caked on his face
Starch in his collar, every hair was in place

His wife stood beside him, his daughter did too
Behind them, a flag with the red, white, and blue
Balloons from the rafters they fell to the floor
Oh, happy days were gonna be here once more

He said all the right words, he quoted Bob Dylan songs
He sounded hip even though he quoted them wrong
His closets were cleaned and his history revised
So his record would be spotless in most people's eyes

He could sell you a war and he could revoke your rights
And still come off as your friend in the camera lights
And he'll run negative ads if he has to to win
He'll go back on his word and he will shed his old skin

I was not touched by this guy in the least
He was no savior nor was he the beast
But I have to admit that they staged a good show
It was all reminiscent of four years ago

When he came to our town for maybe an hour
The streets they got swept and they planted some flowers
Babies he kissed and to the people he waved
And he stopped at a Civil War general's grave

After an hour they whisked him away
Things went back to normal, it took two or three days
The homeless returned to living outside
And the flowers that they planted they all wilted and died

He came to our town for maybe an hour
The streets they got swept and they planted some flowers

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