A good lesson por moi
{sigh}
an inability to abide the sound of wailing guitars and overblown saxes - has its downside.
(well, except for having read most Zappa lyrics / seen 200 Motels, etc.)
Seems there was much wheat within those missed tons of chaff.
Isn't it a bit surprising, though, that such samples as this.. appear to have gone ^Zoom^, generally - despite being solidly grounded in the vernacular -- and full of truthiness?
I mean, who expects anyone much to - look up The War Prayer!
But even the bone-lazy can grok the essence here: there's always Google, various -paedias - for discovering wtf 'McCarthy' was, to call up, Hey! Hey LBJ - how many kids didja kill today? Lazy fingers, even?
(It's unsurprising only if Dumbth really Is increasing -- how else to explain the nearly universal torpor, until quite recently. And, how long will this spate of Noticing Stuff persist?)
Anyway, thanks for The Fletcher Memorial.
Cruising for Burgers in Daddy's New Car just might re-hook the new crop of Metro-consensual teens!
(As to the Durants; it seems there's another person, from a few centuries back - who attempted an All and Everything synopsis, too. (He may not have realized that was actually his direction.. at first.)
Reports in time, depending upon the rhythm and the er, 'denying force'.
It's a good time for all well-crafted summings-up, isn't it?
Hmmm - wait: what was the ~theme of, The Day Paradise Put Up a Parking Lot ?
They also serve who only stand and fidget
Recollecting early girly Bridgit
Bardot at last goes on to seek the Bardos
Alas falls short and finds instead, Zardoz
Mea culpa, Atahualpa
A mini-ode to one so ornery
Decides to go become Sean Connery
(When's the movie version of, It Can't Happen Here?)