Songs To Restore Sanity

[UPDATED – 10.30.10 at 6:30 pm – CLICK HERE]

In honor of Jon Stewart (and/or Stephen Colbert) and the Rally To Restore Sanity and/or March To Keep Fear Alive in Washington D.C. today, I put together a few songs (Who needs more than a few? You’re going to be watching the Rally on TV or out doing stuff because it’s Saturday) for your enjoyment.

These two songs by the Talking Heads have been on my mind all week…

The lyrics (when framed in a certain way in my mind) seem very relevant to the crazy political environment in our country – meaning the Tea Party, Sarah Palin, Christine O’Donnell, Carl Paladino, Sharron Angle, Joe Miller… I can’t even keep up with the list of Crazy Firecrackers, but these songs are for them and their intellectual leader – Glenn Beck.

Burning Down The House

[media id=59 width=500 height=20]

by Talking Heads

This first song is dedicated to  The Crazy Firecracker Party

Watch out you might get what you’re after
Cool babies strange but not a stranger
I’m an ordinary guy
Burning down the house

Hold tight wait till the party’s over
Hold tight We’re in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house

Here’s your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin’ overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, Maybe you know where you are
Fightin’ fire with fire

All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house

It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame

My house S’out of the ordinary
That’s might Don’t want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house

No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin’ yet
Everything’s stuck together
I don’t know what you expect starring into the TV set
Fighting fire with fire
(emphasis added)

which leads us to our next song – dedicated to Glenn Beck…

Slippery People

[media id=60 width=500 height=20]

by Talking Heads

What about the time?
You were rollin’ over
Fall on your face
You must be having fun
Walk lightly!
Think of a time.
You’d best believe
This think is real

Put away that gun
This part is simple
Try to recognize
What is in you mind
God help us!
Help us loose our minds
These slippery people
help us understand

what’s the matter with him? He’s alright!
I see his face – The Lord won’t mind…
Don’t play no games – He’s alright…
Love from the bottom to the top
Turn like a wheel – He’s alright…
See for yourself – The Lord won’t mind…
We’re gonna move – Right now…
Turn like a wheel inside a wheel

I remember when
Sittin’ in the tub
Pulled out the plug
The water was runnin’ out
Cool down
Stop acting crazy
They’re gonna leave
And we’ll be on our own
Seven times five
They were living creatures
Watch ’em come to life
Right before your eyes
How do you do?
These slippery people
Gonna see you through

More Songs…

What, you need more songs?

Try these two songs (music and lyrics included) by Neil Young and Crazy Horse – Thrasher and Powderfinger

If you still need more, try this sound collage (below) which I create in March:

UFOverdriverYou’ve Got To Be Crazy (The Glenn Beck VS Eric Massa Mix)


Listen Here

[media id=50 width=500 height=20]

The Rally To Restore Sanity

Here’s a link to the website for the Rally today:

When: 12-3 pm (Eastern Time  Zone) – watch it on Comedy Central

While I’m glad this Rally is going on today, it’s a shame we even have the need for such a thing.

Please note – I completely ripped-off the poster for the Rally to make my Songs To Restore Sanity graphic – just so you know.

And then there’s this – your Moment of Zen…

The Daily Show With Jon Stewart Mon – Thurs 11p / 10c
Moment of Zen – Obama Will Not Be at the Rally
Daily Show Full Episodes Political Humor Rally to Restore Sanity

[Update – 10.30.10 – 6:30pm – Video of Jon Stewart’s Speech at the end of the Rally today…]

Until later, best of (mental) health…

Thrasher and Powderfinger

Here are two songs from Neil Young’s 1979 album “Rust Never Sleeps” – Thrasher and Powderfinger – which seem very relevant to where we are right now as a country…

Listen, Read, Enjoy and Think…

[note: little known fact – The title for this album was borrowed from the slogan for Rust-Oleum paint, and was suggested by Mark Mothersbaugh of the New Wave band Devo.]


by Neil Young

[media id=58 width=500 height=20]

They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

And I was just getting up, hit the road before it’s light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin’ like my day had just begun.

Where the eagle glides ascending
There’s an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.

It was then I knew I’d had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don’t understand.

They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.

So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin’ my mama’s T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.

But me I’m not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I’ll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I’ll know the time has come
To give what’s mine.



by Neil Young

[media id=57 width=500 height=20]

Look out, Mama, there’s a white boat comin’ up the river
With a big red beacon, and a (Tea Party) flag, and a man on the rail
I think you’d better call John,
‘Cause it don’t look like they’re here to deliver the mail
And it’s less than a mile away
I hope they didn’t come to stay
It’s got numbers on the side and a gun
And it’s makin’ big waves.

Daddy’s gone, my brother’s out hunting in the mountains
Big John’s been drinking since the river took Emmy-Lou
So the Powers That Be left me here to do the thinkin’
And I just turned twenty-two
I was wonderin’ what to do
And the closer they got,
The more those feelings grew.

Daddy’s rifle in my hand felt reassurin’
He told me, Red means run, son, numbers add up to nothin’
But when the first shot hit the docks I saw it comin’
Raised my rifle to my eye
Never stopped to wonder why.
Then I saw black,
And my face splashed in the sky.

Shelter me from the powder and the finger
Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger
Think of me as one you’d never figured
Would fade away so young
With so much left undone
Remember me to my love,
I know I’ll miss her.