FOREIGN MOVIE

(’79 -’80)

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– In Argentina,
a pool-shooting Oriental
inscrutably pockets
the eight ball,
then orders chicken cacciatori
with a German accent.

– Moral:
don’t climb Mt. Everest,
unless it’s there.

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GARRISON’S PRAIRIE

(’82 – ’83)

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– Let’s go swimming
in Lake Wobegon,
right under the large,
overhanging tree… ///

– We’ll wear nothing
but our smiles… \\\

– (By the time the Sheriff comes,
we’llbegon!)

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UNDERDONKEY

(’70) OBG (oldie but goodie)

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– Mack burro,
at 5 a.m.,
on the shoulder of the road…
5,000 kilometers
without a check-up,
30 gallons of white burden,,
for the brown man…

– Trot on,
burro heaven can’t be
that far off
from burro hell,
and if not,
there’s always
Rafael Nader.

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GNP

(’72 – ’73)

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– Gross National Product,
I love you!

– My heart beats
one tenth of one percent faster,
when I think of you…
I pledge my stocks, my bonds,
my horsepower, my chrome,,,
keep going up! and up! and up!
you are so… gross!

– I’ll keep my smokestacks smoking,
for you,
my exhaust exhausting
for you…
carbon monoxide, lead,
sulphur dioxide,
nothing is too good, for you…

– I know a backward lake
still with clear waters,
that just sits there,,,
what a waste! when we can give it
some phosphates…

– Please! Get grosser & grosser,
as your index gives me purpose…
I would gladly sacrifice
a fiscal year of my life, for you…

– Give me more! more! more!
overtime! triple time,
production…
You must grow! grow! grow!
– Long live our rich nation!

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BEATLEBITS

(82) Each one of the stanzas contains
part of a Beatles song or title.

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– Glass onion,
Pyrex tears…

– Ticket to ride
'round & 'round
on life's carousel…

– All you need is love,
that's, almost all…

– Strawberry fields forever,
as long as we remember…

– Waiting for you to get back,
while my guitar gently weeps…

– All things must pass,
or you're in trouble!…

– Wild life:
it's a jungle out there,
within…

– In the town where I was born,
lived a man
who wore nothing under his raincoat.

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