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The Ballad of W, M.D. (Ducking Like a Quack)
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We started killing folks because of the weapons of mass destruction, right? Wrong diagnosis, wrong treatment, very sick patient. Too bad this doctor's license to practice won't be revoked until 2009.
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liberal ranting and raving, but sensitive explorations of the current American malaise
Good Without One was a drummerless and mercifully leaderless rock trio performing off the track and often humorous, often political originals and originally arranged covers. The players are George Potor, guitar and vocals, Joe DeCristopher, guitar and vocals, and Rick Totten, bass and vocals. These folks have played together in different contexts for decades, but only as this particular trio from 2003 - 2008. While the level of musicianship is high, their disdain for the trappings of rock stardom is legendary. Two of the members even remained seated throughout performances, despite no obvious physical impairments. Their drummerless approach was a novel but occasionally successful scam to get electric instruments into acoustic venues.
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#4,462 today Peak #32
#193 in subgenre Peak #4
Author
Joe DeCristopher
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Joe DeCristopher 2004
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May 08, 2004
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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Let's fan the flames of fear to use the violence of the state in response to violence of the non-state. Result: lots of dead and injured folks, and the delightful prospect of lots of grudges waiting to be acted upon for the foreseeable future. No surprise: our leaders are a few steps behind on the learning curve.
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Gather round children and listen to me, for the chilling tale of Dr. W, M.D. For hypochondria and psychosomatism, he can cure those ills with no rhyme or rhythm He conjured that the source of all wordly pain was a big bad dude named Saddam Hussein Now that cat, for being bad, needed no instruction Or a warehouse full o’weapons of mass destruction But Dr. W gave us all his diagnosis, Kind of short on facts but tall on hoaxes Cheney, Condoleezza, Rumsfeld and Powell Joined in the chorus and began to howl: “We gotta go to war, we just can’t wait If Saddam survives we face an awful fate Chemicals and germs and nucular too If we don’t take him out he’ll set ‘em loose on you!” No matter that inspectors couldn’t seem to find ‘em UN resolutions? No need to mind ‘em Iraq has never ever been Osama’s station But that’s the place that Dr. W’s marked for amputation So he rallies all the fools up on the hill: “To keep democracy strong we simply have to kill, And since we need a place to launch an attack We might discover oil if we drill Iraq” In Germany and Russia and even France They’re thinking Dr. W’s got ants in his pants Or some kind of rash to make his trigger finger itch Or maybe that he’s just another son of a Bush So we sent clever bombs and brave GIs But those stockpiles never did materialize Instead of calming down the masses to quiet our fears Osama’s got himself a lot more volunteers But Dr. W. don’t take no second opinions He’s happy with the lies, and so are his minions He’s just a cunning seller of misperception: And he loves to use his weapons of mass deception
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