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we decided we'd gone long enough being good without a band song
A wedding song for George's daughter, Terran
Remember the Exxon Valdez? Enjoy driving amidst all those gas guzzling SUV's? Finally, a song for you!
Same old same old from the imperial W
A rockin' look at the 2000 selection; an improved version of the original from Joe Solo.
We started killing folks because of the weapons of mass destruction, right? Wrong diagnosis, wrong treatment, very sick patient. Too bad this doctor's license to practice won't be revoked until 2009.
A little ditty fusing antidarwinism with antienvironementalism
A cautionary tale of enduring relevance
Mega-reading on the bullcrapometer from some silly, grandstanding state politicians
Lyrically: Lakota shaman meets Roman Catholicism half-way.
Musically: Rock meets World Beat
GWO getting loose live
A nostalgic (and probably inaccurate) view of small-town America.
An endorsement for revisionist history
We posit a thesis in answer to the question, initially posed by Country Joe McDonald:
'And it's one, two, three, what are we fightin' for?'
Wisdom in the Classics
The Wizard of Oz meets Christian Barnard, M.D.
A jimihendrixian ode to Mother Earth
News inspired oddity taken from a Guardian clipping sent by a friend
The first family as the quintessential American turistas, complete with SUV, pursuing that elusvie roadmap to peace in the middle east.
Guess we showed Osama that you can run but you can't hide!
a prognostication for the next 1000 days
An optimistic (or blissfully naive) forecast for the coming post-Polar Ice Cap Age.
The ugly American redux
For long-time friends, silence can say it all.
Written at the onset of the President Bush's initial Aid Program for Wealthy Friends (known in some quarters as a "tax cut"), the title of the song refers to archaic slang usages of both "scratch" and "itch."
