January 29, 2014
Doin’ the Gop Hop

Our 13-year-old granddaughter Georgia sings with a youth band in New Haven. The kids had worked out the music for a number they wanted to perform at a concert last Sunday, but no words. How about we make it about the government shutdown, somebody suggested. (Kids these days, huh?) So anyway Georgia volunteered to write some lyrics, and here is what she sang:

V1: house of men act like children, they’ll never be forgiven
sweaty hands and crossed fingers, the taste of lies lingers
our fathers are frowning, while our people are drowning
spilt blood on the playground, will we ever be found?

Chorus: Sitting on our imaginary throne,
preach to the choir,
and we drone and we drone

V2: unbending, never broken, change is never open
stuck in one single mindset, many blinded advocates
we pledge allegiance to the flag, to the republic for which it stands
but the real question is, what are we standing for?

V3: we’re sinking not swimming, our eyes are brimming
an eye for an eye, unless it’s mine
weak minds think alike, all bark and no bite
spilt blood on the playground, will we ever be found?


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Posted by Jerome Doolittle at January 29, 2014 03:31 PM
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Reads like Bob Dylan, has the same attitude. I used to be worried about this old world until you showed me this. Somebody is doin' it right. Only thirteen. Wow.

Posted by: Dave on January 29, 2014 8:52 PM

Very impressive.

Posted by: Peter on January 30, 2014 11:52 AM

Sheesh! A 13 year old girl did that? Despite everything, they're growing 'em smarter these days.

Good for her.

Posted by: The New York Crank on January 30, 2014 12:18 PM

Good! They haven't all been lulled to consumerism-sleep!

Posted by: Syrbal/Labrys on January 30, 2014 2:02 PM
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