Say Hey! Say Shea/Say
Hillenbrand/A peculiar man with unfortunate views/So the people
demand that he pays his dues/Now he’s in the sand doing what
he must do/Say Hey! Say Shea! Say Hillebrand/Say Shea! No Way! Hey
Hillenbrand/You must change your ways and we’ll welcome you
back/change the things you say about your fellow man/Give him the
respect that you too demand/And we’ll welcome you back Shea
Hillenbrand
History is dead/Long live history/Why we fell apart to us is no
mystery/The misery began when the first Farmhand sold his soul to
the devil and came to play in the sand/Quicksand sinking fast/Quicksand
not built to last/ Quicksand, no future, no present, no past/Inexistential,
inconsequential /Inferior, a worn-out, beaten, broken potential
Dear Ethnographer,
I do not consider myself philosopher, nor philosphy student, but
I do believe it prudent when asked the question, “ethnic background”
to answer “Earth.” What’s it worth? And anyway,
what’s the difference between real and imagined experience.
Last night, I saw Grateful Dead thong underwear. Is it here? Does
it exist? Should I care?
Sincerely,
Mayor of Roundball
Craig Counsell
Ride that snake in the desert
I was lost in the desert
Gimmie that, gimmie that diamond back
I got a drop top, it goes pop-pop-pop from the wind/the state I’m
in it’s a panic/cause I hate traffic/in Milwaukee/ we didn’t
have none/people gawking/air conditioning/I don’t have none/I’ve
got road-rage/I’m Richie Sexson
Womack/Gotta take us back/to the time when chimpanzees were doing
crack/2001 a reigning champion/I got 2 quid, 6 pence, but just 1
Schilling/So, I’m illin/swillin cactus juice and chillin/with
Gonzo the Great/and Mariano Rivera reminiscin/Yankee killin/past
our prime/like Matt Williams/the hopes and dreams of millions on
a broken-bat flare
Diamondbacks, your snakey ways and losing days and your slithering,
rattling, sidewinding play can end today, listen what I say, you
will rise from the cellar like a Phoenix from the flames, it’s
simple, it’s easy, can’t believe it myself, and it’s
all on this CD-ROM on my shelf, it’s only $4.95 for a limited
time, please give me a call, and use my personal line (570-815-1231),
and ask for me, Mr. Jeff Conine.
Ride that snake in the desert
I was lost in the desert
Gimmie that, gimmie that diamond back
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I
got my Southwest style straight from the Gap/picture a Chunnel/when
you look at the map/between two musical styles/you know what I mean/there’s
SoCal and Nashville/we’re like the “e” in team/it’s
like a marriage between Jimmy Rollins and John Rocker/MC Ponderosa
goes acapella on his new record/Byung Hyun’s a champion speller