Cut to the end:
Oh, somewhere in this favoured world, the sun is shining bright,The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light;And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout,But there is no joy in America – Crooked Donny struck her out.
Shut up, you clown!
The worst thing at work is when you’re not aware of having done anything wrong, you have always behaved above board, and there’s an anonymous accuser. And there’s no telling what will set some people off.
Nononono…you buy a mix and give the least liked away first, toffee and such, hold the good stuff, milk choc and peanut butter/choc, as your if-i-must to give away.
Management seems to be more embedded with scattergun logic.
Too obscure for me. Still, on that theme, there’s Fleetwood Mac’s tell me Sweet Little Lies, or the more lyrically spot on, Thompson Twin’s Lies Lies Lies. Though the first that came to mind was Three Dog Night’s Liar.
Over the years, the GOP has appropriated feel good pop/rock, unintentionally ironic as you just know the artists wouldn’t agree with if/when they knew. As a thought experiment, I once tried to file ones that would more fit their narrative. For instance, Gun Control by Ian Hunter (Stick to your guns, boys, stick to your guns.We’ll make a lot of money if we stick to the guns.The president’s with us boys, so join in the fun.We can make a lot of money if we stick to our guns.“)Everybody Knows by Leonard Cohen but I prefer Concrete Blonde’s(“Everybody knows that the dice are loadedEverybody rolls with their fingers crossedEverybody knows the war is overEverybody knows the good guys lostEverybody knows the fight was fixedThe poor stay poor, the rich get richThat’s how it goesEverybody knows“)
Why, the sheer “Audacity of Hope”!
Bingo, Jerry. My GF complains (and my internal narrative is telling this pandemic has turned her into a basket case) about people not properly covering.
Can you turn the telescope around to see the fire sale, distressed merchandise, closing?