Showing posts with label Steve Earle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steve Earle. Show all posts

Monday, January 26, 2009

Larry Summers

No, that’s not Larry to the left. That’s a shot of Mickey Rouke in The Wrestler. The guy may be odder than a three-legged duck, but he can act. I recommend the movie, but I did have to look away from the screen a couple times (but not while Marissa Tome was up there). I can’t believe neither Clint Eastwood nor Gran Torino were nominated for any Academy Awards.

Larry Summers was on Meet the Press yesterday, and if he is going to be the administration’s chief salesman for the recovery plan, it’s in big trouble. He was inarticulate, unenthusiastic and unpersuasive. Meanwhile the whole plan is starting to sound like one big “earmark” bill to me; every tin-pot Congressman seems to be getting some chunk of real money for his or her pet local project. If they want to sell this plan they should consider the much-maligned, but very-effective-when-done-right PowerPoint presentation. Al Gore won a Nobel Prize and an Academy Award based on his PowerPoint. They can communicate a lot of information in a few pages and can be emailed to millions in a heartbeat. I’d rather take my chances that way than count on Katie Couric getting it right.

Do you think the reason Joe Biden has that permanent goofball grin smeared across his face is to show off his ten grand in dental whitenicity?

Doesn’t anyone pay the payroll taxes for their household help? Was this also one of Caroline Kennedy’s sins? The Gov would have us think so. Things are heating up among the Patterson/Clinton/Kennedy clans. Both New York and Massachusetts have mobilized their National Guards. There have been reports of skirmishes in the disputed West Berkshire borders region. Stay tuned.

I saw my man Steve Earle at the Tarrytown Music Hall Friday night. I wish he’d had his band with him, but it was a thrill to hear him anyway. The dude can do a lot with voice, guitar and harmonica.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Just another poor boy....

Rich Man's War
Steve Earle (The Revolution Starts Now)

Jimmy joined the army 'cause he had no place to go
There ain't nobody hirin' round here since all the jobs went Down to Mexico
Reckoned that he'd learn himself a trade maybe see the world
Move to the city someday and marry a black haired girl
Somebody somewhere had another plan
Now 's got a rifle in his hand
Rollin' into Baghdad wonderin' how he got this far
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war

Bobby had an eagle and a flag tattooed on his arm
Red white and blue to the bone when he landed in Kandahar
Left behind a pretty young wife and a baby girl
A stack of overdue bills and went off to save the world
Been a year now and he's still there
Chasin' ghosts in the thin dry air
Meanwhile back at home the finance company took his car
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war

When will we ever learn
When will we ever see
We stand up and take our turn
And keep tellin' ourselves we're free

Ali was the second son of a second son
Grew up in Gaza throwing bottles and rocks when the tanks would come
Ain't nothin' else to do around here just a game children play
Somethin' bout livin' in fear all your life makes you hard that way
He answered when he got the call
Wrapped himself in death and praised Allah
A fat man in a new Mercedes drove him to the door
Just another poor boy off to fight a rich man's war