Former Minnesota Gov. Jesse Ventura said Tuesday that he would consider running for president in 2012.
Hey you,
Out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile,
Can you feel me?
Hey you,
Don’t help them to bury the light.
Don’t give in without a fight.
Speaking to a Ron Paul event at the Target Center in Minneapolis, Ventura told the crowd that he intends to watch events between now and the next election and decide “whether it’s worth it.”
Hey you,
Out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
With your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Would you touch me?
Hey you,
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I’m coming home.
“I wrote the book, “Don’t Start the Revolution Without Me,’ ” Ventura said.
“Well, I’m here. Let’s get the revolution going.”
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried he could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
“If I see it in 2012, we’ll give them a race they’ll never forget,” Ventura said.
Hey you,
Out there on the road,
Always doing what you’re told,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you,
Don’t tell me there’s no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.
That’s one choice. I think these from the same group are a better fit for our former governor:
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
nerdbert,
I like it
the lyrics work but the (little known) story behind the song doesn’t in the sense that it is actually a tribute (to Syd Barrett)
Well, the lunatics are in the hall did occur to me, but my response has to be, I’m all right, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack!
The late Syd Barret. Finished his life insane & living in his Mum’s basement. Barrett’s own ‘Astronomy Domine’:
Groove on Barret’s incipient schizophrenia!
Tin soldiers and Gustav coming
You’re finally on your own
On TV I see you dummies
Brain-dead in Minnesota
Send in the clown.
He’s already heeeeeeere.
Ah ha.
Angrycrown definitely inhales.
Dude, that doesn’t even rhyme.
I would have written
…you’re finally on your own, huh?
….brain dead in Minnesota.
C+ for effort though AC
I recognize mangy clown’s effort. It’s a take on Ohio.
Not bad, actually.
J, I know all about Syd and the story behind his interaction with PF (big Floyd fan from the Ummagumma days). But given The Body’s descent into 9/11 Truther-ism, his reality show, etc., I thought the parallels between his behavior and Syd’s were growing and that made this particular selection even more relevant.
Only a clown would bring Neil Young to a Pink Floyd thread.
Is there anybody out there? Hello? Hello?
“Only a clown would bring Neil Young to a Pink Floyd thread.”
It was a momentary lapse of reason.
JRoosh, The Poor Man’s Mitch Berg (TM) scolded:
“Dude, that doesn’t even rhyme.”
You mean like “own” and “Ohio”? Rock on, JRoosh!
What does the “tin soldiers” refer to? Is this the Obama Brigade that’s ready to invade Pakistan on inauguration night?
Only a clown would bring Neil Young to a Pink Floyd thread.
They’re gonna bring him home to mother in a cardboard box.
You got Neil Young on my Pink Floyd!
You got Pink Floyd in my Neil Young!
Actually, when Ventura comes to mind, it’s not Pink Floyd, but another singer–popular at State Fairs here–that comes to mind. Might be AC’s theme song as well.
Put down that chainsaw and listen to me
It’s time for us to join in the fight
It’s time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys
It’s time to let the bedbugs bite
You better put all your eggs in one basket
You better count your chickens before they hatch
You better sell some wine before it’s time
You better find yourself an itch to scratch
You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Wipple’s not around
Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan
Talk with your mouth full
Bite the hand that feeds you
Bite off more than you can chew
What can you do
Dare to be stupid
Take some wooden nickles
Look for Mr. Goodbar
Get your mojo working now
I’ll show you how
You can dare to be stupid
You can turn the other cheek
You can just give up the ship
You can eat a bunch of sushi then forget to leave a tip
Dare to be stupid
Come on and dare to be stupid
It’s so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We’re all waiting for you
Let’s go
It’s time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
There’s no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now it’s time for crying in your beer
Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA
Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet
And party ’till you’re broke and they drive you away
It’s OK, you can dare to be stupid
It’s like spitting on a fish
It’s like barking up a tree
It’s like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free
Dare to be stupid (yes)
Why don’t you dare to be stupid
It’s so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We’re all waiting for you
Dare to be stupid
Burn your candle at both ends
Look a gift horse in the mouth
Mashed potatos can be your friends
You can be a coffee achiever
You can sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver
The future’s up to you
So what you gonna do
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
What did I say
Dare to be stupid
Tell me, what did I say
Dare to be stupid
It’s alright
Dare to be stupid
We can be stupid all night
Dare to be stupid
Come on, join the crowd
Dare to be stupid
Shout it out loud
Dare to be stupid
I can’t hear you
Dare to be stupid
OK, I can hear you now
Dare to be stupid
Let’s go, Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid….
Surely, Pink Floyd is the peanut butter.
There are a couple others, of course (with a couple alterations for Da Body):
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in (loudmouthed) desperation is the (Body’s) way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought he’d something more to say
F$@# all that, we gotta get on with these
Gotta compete with the wiley Obamese
Neil Young in a Floyd thread?
“I mean, they’re not gunna kill ya, so if you give ’em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won’t do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, ‘cos I would’ve given him a thrashing – I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really…I mean good manners
don’t cost nothing do they, eh?”
I’d love to see Gov. Turnbuckle donw up in caricature animation for special scenes of The Wall.
Complete with animated media jackals… and excriment and efluent running out of his ears.
JRoosh, The Poor Man’s Mitch Berg ™
AC – Wow, thank you for the compliment!
I’m starting to like you,
A Little Bit at a Time ™
F$@# all that, we gotta get on with these
Gotta compete with the wiley Obamese
Kermey – impressive.
Not too many people are acquainted with P-Floydie’s later works!
I stopped taking Ventura’s speech seriously as soon as he said “I’m thinking…”
I knew right then he was full of crap.
Not now, John.
“Not too many people are acquainted with P-Floydie’s later works! ”
Not Now John, the only worthwhile (and man, is it worthwhile) song off The Final Cut.
I stopped taking Ventura’s speech seriously as soon as he said “I’m thinking…
I lose interest as soon as he says “I”
Who is this “Ventura” you guys keep talking about?
😉
Celebrity Death Match:
Jesse Ventura
Bill Clinton
Only one microphone
JRoosh… that’s not Pink Floyd in Kermit’s parody.
That’s Water’s first solo album. lol
Oh, sure… he had Pink Floyd back him on it. They even let him call it Pink Floyd. 😉
(Favorite rock-and/or-roll joke regarding Pink Floyd.)
Waters recently wrote & produced an opera based on the glorious French Revolution. He thinks it was the bestest thing ever. For all the vaunted diversity and iconoclasm of 60’s pop music the writers & performers seemed to have entirely graduated from the colleges of insanity, communism, and drug addiction.
Terry enjoys the Montovani Orchestra.
Percy Faith and his Silver String Orchestra!
Montovani plays too much dance music. If you encourage kids to move their legs they won’t stop until their squeaking the springs of dad’s station wagon.