Saturday, May 17, 2008

Song lyrics du jour

The President is talking to us through a microphone
Like he's trying to pack his mother off to an old people's home

I know you're out there
I know you're out there somewhere
I know you're out there
When I hear the word "Democracy"
I reach for my headphones

- Robyn Hitchcock, "The President" (1986)

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