dick cheney's song for america

welcome to germany
welcome to the technocratic evangelical inquisition
an additional 80 billion dollars-now a quarter of a trillion-in addition to the regular 500 billion to lockheed-halliburton-brown and root-narcotics trafficking cia-military-industrial-worlds greatest polluter complex
small scale tactical nuclear weapons cocktails served up to brown-skinned children with distended bellies by well manicured barbarians
with distended bellies
with 725 military bases in 132 countries
in every jungle in every tree
all baby faced tamarinds hide in their mothers breasts
amerika-a fundamentally sick society
amerika-culture of conquest
amerika get out of iraq get out of viet nam
amerika get off the rez get out of colombia
amerika get out of afghanistan amerika get out of etcetera
welcome to plastic racist nation-McAmeriWalMartika
germany-der fatherland
amerika-the homeland
welcome to soft fascism

you've been playing with my heart
tearing it apart so

fuck you




I swear to god...I dont' remember the rest, but I call it the cheney song

It's Harry Nilsson from "Nilsson Schmillson"

"You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart so fuck you.

All I want to do is have a good time now I'm blue
You won't boogaloo,
Run down to Tramps, have a dance or two, ooohhh
You're breakin' my heart,
You're tearin' it apart but fuck you

You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart, ooh-hoo

You stepped on my ass
You're breakin' my glasses too
You won't drive my car, might be a star
I've had enough of you
I'm goin' insane
There's no one to blame so fuck you"

thanks

It's supposed to be from a Brechtian musical that Bette's character does early in the film. She performs it with dancers costumed as machines.
by Bette Midler and Wendy Waldman
from the soundtrack to "Beaches"

I am the captain and this is my shrine.
Lord of the manor. See what I leave behind.
River in flames, cities on fire.
Yes, I'm a relic trapped in the wire.

Hydrogen fuel, it burns so clean,
throbs in the veins; a mother lovin' machine.
She is my wife. Her mechanical heart
constantly serving 'til death do us part.

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Soon the cruel rains will start.
Is it true we must part company?
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?

What have I ever done?
Where did I go wrong?

Joined at the hip; pain, hunger and I,
leave our gift to the world 'neath the phosphorous sky.
A labor of love is the truest of all.
But will I be forsaken after the fall?

Now a glorious war draws to a close.
The yellow winds blow. And I have to know.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Nothing after the flood but the fire and the mud's prophecy.
Oh industry, whatever will become of me?
Of me?

Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope.
Industry, charity, faith, hope . . .