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Friday Philosophy: Money
A Series of Dreams
Jun 28 2008
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More music would be a good thing, if it’s not too offensive.
But my being there may be a problem after the past few days.
and listen to music by myself. After all who needs friends, right?
< grin >
Monday nothing, Tuesday nothing, Wednesday and Thursday nothing, Friday for a change, a little more nothing, Saturday once more nothing. Sunday nothing, Monday nothing, Tuesday and Wednesday, nothing, Thursday for a change, a little more nothing, Friday once more nothing. Montik gornisht, dinstik gornisht, mitvokh un donershtik gornisht, fraytik for a novehneh, gornisht gigeleh, Shabbos vider gornisht. Lunes nada, martes nada, miercoles y jueves nada, viernes por cambio un poco mas nada, sabado otra vez nada. Na na nana, na na nana … Oh, Village Voice nothing, New Yorker nothing, Sing Out and Folk Ways nothing. Harry Smith and Allen Ginsberg, nothing nothing nothing. Poetry nothing, music nothing, thinking and dancing nothing. The world’s great books, a great set of nothing. Haughty and foddy, nothing. Fucking nothing, sucking nothing, flesh and sex nothing. Church and Times Square, all a lot of nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing! Stevenson nothing, Humphrey nothing, Averell Harriman nothing. John Stuart Mill nill-nill, Franklin Delano Nothing. Karl Marx nothing, Engels nothing, Bakunin Kropotkin – nyuthing! Leon Trotsky, lots of nothing. Stalin less than nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, a whole lot of, a whole lot of nothing. Nothing, lots and lots of nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Nothing.
Monday nothing, Tuesday nothing, Wednesday and Thursday nothing, Friday for a change, a little more nothing, Saturday once more nothing.
Sunday nothing, Monday nothing, Tuesday and Wednesday, nothing, Thursday for a change, a little more nothing, Friday once more nothing.
Montik gornisht, dinstik gornisht, mitvokh un donershtik gornisht, fraytik for a novehneh, gornisht gigeleh, Shabbos vider gornisht.
Lunes nada, martes nada, miercoles y jueves nada, viernes por cambio un poco mas nada, sabado otra vez nada. Na na nana, na na nana …
Oh, Village Voice nothing, New Yorker nothing, Sing Out and Folk Ways nothing. Harry Smith and Allen Ginsberg, nothing nothing nothing.
Poetry nothing, music nothing, thinking and dancing nothing. The world’s great books, a great set of nothing. Haughty and foddy, nothing.
Fucking nothing, sucking nothing, flesh and sex nothing. Church and Times Square, all a lot of nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing!
Stevenson nothing, Humphrey nothing, Averell Harriman nothing. John Stuart Mill nill-nill, Franklin Delano Nothing.
Karl Marx nothing, Engels nothing, Bakunin Kropotkin – nyuthing! Leon Trotsky, lots of nothing. Stalin less than nothing!
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, a whole lot of, a whole lot of nothing. Nothing, lots and lots of nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. Not a goddamn thing. Nothing.
Patti Lupone:
PS: Robyn, I think you’ll really like this.
Was going to post this as a separate essay this morning. But I posted 2 yesterday, so I can’t without waiting 24 hours.
So here it is. Good morning everyone.
Another Funkin’ Delicious day on the tube.
If you, yes you, are afraid this might be directed at you, you’re probably right.
Have some cheese.
I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin’ ‘don’t blame me’ They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat Get over it Get over it All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit Get over it, get over it You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if I gave you some cash The more I think about it, old billy was right Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ’em tonight You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing Get over it Get over it If you don’t want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, get over it It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down You bitch about the present and blame it on the past I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass Get over it Get over it All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit Get over it, get over it Get over it Get over it It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit Get over it, get over it
I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin’ ‘don’t blame me’ They point their crooked little fingers at everybody else Spend all their time feelin’ sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma’s too thin; your daddy’s too fat
Get over it Get over it All this whinin’ and cryin’ and pitchin’ a fit Get over it, get over it
You say you haven’t been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if I gave you some cash The more I think about it, old billy was right Let’s kill all the lawyers, kill ’em tonight You don’t want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn’t owe you a thing
Get over it Get over it If you don’t want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, get over it
It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down You bitch about the present and blame it on the past I’d like to find your inner child and kick it’s little ass
Get over it Get over it All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit Get over it, get over it
Get over it Get over it It’s gotta stop sometime, so why don’t you quit Get over it, get over it
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More music would be a good thing, if it’s not too offensive.
But my being there may be a problem after the past few days.
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and listen to music by myself. After all who needs friends, right?
< grin >
Patti Lupone:
PS: Robyn, I think you’ll really like this.
Author
Was going to post this as a separate essay this morning. But I posted 2 yesterday, so I can’t without waiting 24 hours.
So here it is. Good morning everyone.
Another Funkin’ Delicious day on the tube.
If you, yes you, are afraid this might be directed at you, you’re probably right.
Have some cheese.