Friday Semi-Non-Random Ten

These things have a way of snowballing…Luis kindly sends me a couple of Roy Zimmerman CDs, I make a comment about it, and next thing you know, the friendly people at Meta4Records send me the other albums he has made. I’ve got the complete collection now! So I created a Zimmerman playlist in iTunes, set it to shuffle, and present to you the first ten.

“Acid On Picture Day…” Roy Zimmerman Comic Sutra
You’re Pretty Roy Zimmerman Comic Sutra
Hula Yule Roy Zimmerman Peacenick
My TV Roy Zimmerman Homeland
Dick Cheney Roy Zimmerman Security
T.M.I. Roy Zimmerman Comic Sutra
Vergangenheitsbewaeltigung Roy Zimmerman Security
Saddam Shame Roy Zimmerman Security
Think Different Roy Zimmerman Homeland
Nothing But The Best Roy Zimmerman Peacenick

These CDs are incredibly healthy. You know how, when you read the news about the latest atrocities from the Republicans, and your blood pressure starts to rise, and you’re turning purple, and you’re starting to shred the newspaper or scream at the TV? That’s probably not good for you. What you can do instead is play a little Zimmerman, and he’ll make fun of the Bushites for you—you’ll still feel peevish and have a desire to do something about it, but the humor will take the edge off. It’s going to add years to my life.

As an added bonus, playing liberal folkie music like this around Republicans makes them turn a choleric purple and grind their teeth—if it doesn’t kill them slowly, at the least you’ll know they’re going to spend their declining years with inflamed gums and a diet they have to suck through a straw.


  1. says


    Everyone has gone away
    Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
    No one cared enough to stay
    Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

    You must remember ME old man
    I know that you can if you try
    So just open up your eyes, old man
    Look who’s come to say goodbye

    The sun has left the sky, old man
    The birds have flown away
    And no one came to cry, old man
    Goodbye, old man, goodbye

    You want to stay, I know you do
    But it ain’t no use to try
    ‘Cause I’ll be here-and I’m just like you
    Goodbye, old man, goodbye

    Won’t be no God to comfort you
    You taught me not to believe that lie
    You don’t need anybody
    Nobody needs you
    Don’t cry, old man, don’t cry
    Everybody dies

    Randy Newman

  2. Darkling says

    Septultura (origianlly Mortorhead)

    I am the one, orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
    My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
    Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
    Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
    Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
    My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.

    I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
    I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
    I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
    And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
    And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
    I am the politician, and I decide your fate

    I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
    I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
    I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
    I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
    Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown
    For I am mars, the God of war, and I will cut you down.