A few of you rallied, and there were suggestions, from the ridiculous to the sublime (plus "I Whipped Batman's Ass" by Wesley Willis, which is both). But the improbably named Nedra Pickler reported for the AP on candidates' song choices for the DNC meeting this past weekend, and among the less surprising surprises (really--Hillary's a Jesus Jones fan? And John Edwards picks a song already indelibly associated with Chevy?) was one stark omission: "Sen. Barack Obama of Illinois decided against using any music in keeping with the somber tone he sought to convey." Yikes. Clearly the need is even more urgent than I thought.
So, round two. Keep in mind: "somber tone."




If I were trying to satire (or sabotage) an Edwards political rally, I wouldn't have used that song out of sheer mercy.
by Boris with Merzbow
From a review by Jason Jackowiak over at Splendid:
"A single hour-long composition shuffled back and forth between the two groups to yield maximum aural overload, Sun Baked Snow Cave is something of a wolf in sheep's clothing, playing possum for the better part of twenty minutes. Then, out of nowhere, it sandblasts your synapses with the sound of a million locusts devouring a steel mill, boring relentlessly forward until your cerebral cortex is nothing but a pile of dust. Fifteen minutes in, you'll be slightly confused, lulled by the song's murky piano lines and murmuring electron pulse. A half-hour in, you'll swear that your speakers are melting, or that an avalanche of poisonous Vietnamese beetles is about to crash through them and kill you where you sit. At the forty-five minute mark, you'll start seeing things: your toaster is walking away with your laptop and the television is broadcasting nothing but pornographic low-def H.R. Pufinstuf episodes. After the full hour, you'll be slack-jawed, drooling like a mental patient and twitching like a ballerina on crack, rendered immobile and unrecognizable to even your closest friends."
Now THAT is what politics needs!
lyircs:
You dont know me but Im your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You dont know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things youre gonna do for me
I aint blind and I dont like what I think I see
Takin it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in povertys despair
You, telling me the things youre gonna do for me
I aint blind and I dont like what I think I see
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
I can see political campaign and a song in one quotation but the result of it is undetermined even if one writes plus (+) in the middle.
I stopped by at Silvie’s Lounge yesterday night; just felt like getting warmth from somebody else’s heating system rather than my own. Accidentally, I became a part of hotheelsrecords’ audience. If I were Obama I would have decide to accept one of their songs because in this case the quotation ends up with the positive result.