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God's Big Drainpipe
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A little ditty fusing antidarwinism with antienvironementalism
good without one politica
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liberal ranting and raving, but sensitive explorations of the current American malaise
Good Without One was a drummerless and mercifully leaderless rock trio performing off the track and often humorous, often political originals and originally arranged covers. The players are George Potor, guitar and vocals, Joe DeCristopher, guitar and vocals, and Rick Totten, bass and vocals. These folks have played together in different contexts for decades, but only as this particular trio from 2003 - 2008. While the level of musicianship is high, their disdain for the trappings of rock stardom is legendary. Two of the members even remained seated throughout performances, despite no obvious physical impairments. Their drummerless approach was a novel but occasionally successful scam to get electric instruments into acoustic venues.
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Genre
Rock Folk Rock
Charts
#24,270 today Peak #394
#1,381 in subgenre Peak #27
Author
Lyrics by Potor/Peterson Music by Potor
Rights
George Potor & Terri Peterson 2005
Uploaded
February 04, 2006
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:49
Story behind the song
Hurricane Katrina, compassionate conservatism, and those dupes of Darwin
Lyrics
VERSE 1: Pat Robertson, he woke to find The Almighty in his room. He said, “Pat, I know you’re burdened With a growing sense of doom. Natural disaster’s An apocalyptic sign, But rest assured, My son, It’s Intelligent Design.” VERSE 2: “More hurricanes are blowin’, The Gulf has been kicked in. The risin’ tempra’ture’s Made the polar ice grow thin. In sixty years Antarctica Will be an island chain But don’t you worry, Pat, I’m putting in a giant drain.” CHORUS 1: God’s big drainpipe pumpin' into outer space. God’s big drainpipe, it’s workin’ fer th’ Human Race. VERSE 3: “You know there’s lots of oil ‘neath The Ross Ice Shelf, The United Nations makes it tough To drill for the US wealth. I’ll melt the ice an’ flood th’ land, Bring those derricks in. Suck that black stuff outa the ground, Can’t let the terrorists win.” CHORUS 1 VERSE 4: Robertson rubbed his eyes and twitched, He was breathing at a rapid pace. “But, God, I’ll have nowhere to live If the water covers up my place.” The Good Lord winked and smiled at him, “No need to be rude. Build anew with a firm foundation On these empty barrels of crude.” CHORUS 2: God’s big drainpipe cleanin’ out the Southern Pole. God’s big drainpipe flushing down the Ozone Hole.
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