From Mike Daisey

The on air reporter who refuses to have Paris Hilton
be her lead story. Good for her.

http://www.mikedaisey.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.sht

The night Bobby came back to town

The night Bobby came back to town We all dressed up and gathered round No one knew what was going down It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light Lisa said and we agreed It’d been ten years or so That Bobby left and we all stood Outside and watched him go Nina said he’d held her head And kissed her in the snow It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light He was unshaven, he was tired Some say retarded, some say inspired Dicky and Johnny both were wired It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light And he looked at us just standing there Needing his voice to cut the air He sat in silence in his chair This was the night, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light -- And then Bobby sung the song he sang the day he left: “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” And we all joined in to sing along the song he sang the day he left “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” Bobby left in the middle of the song We sang so loud ourselves We didn’t notice he was gone And if we sing that loud again Maybe he’ll be back along Someday “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more”

a clown song

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!

You know it! You saw it! The space in the basement
They hide in the cupboard. They hide in the floor.
You know it! Confront it! The place where the face went.
They’re in there! They’re out there! Board up the door!!!

Cause once they come in here there’s no way to stop them.
They don’t listen to reason, don’t listen to rhyme.
They are knocking you over. They are pushing you under.
This time they will get you. They’ll get you this time.

You know it! You saw it! The space in the basement
Why didn’t you listen? I told you the score.
You knew it! You saw it! The place where the face went.
The clowns are all coming. Right through the door.

1-2-3-4!!

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!!

Cause now that they’re in here there’s no way to stop them.
They are licking your girlfriend, they are drinking your wine.
They are knocking you over. They are pushing you under.
This time they’ll outdance you. They’ll outdance you this time.

And the clown says:
Dance Motherfucker Dance
And your girlfriend says:
Dance Motherfucker Dance
And your friends all say:
Dance Motherfucker Dance

CLOWNS UNDERCOVER!!!

The Supply Closet

I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a ream of paper
I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a ream of paper

And I'm going to print up all those reports and
photocopy them so you can read them

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a box of staples
I'm going down to the supply closet
Going to get a box of staples

Then I'll staple those papers together –so close
together for you like you've never seen

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

I'm going down to the supply closet
Gonna get a new blue pen
I'm going down to the supply closet
Gonna get a new blue pen

And I'll stab you in the eye with it
Stab you with my new blue pen
I will stab you and stab you
And stab you

That's the kind of day it is
That's the kind of day it is

Morales

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http://lowercaseletter.blogspot.com

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