Sunday Night Music Fest: One Twenty Oh Nine

Our pals from Iowa, Matthew Grimm and Red Smear, just finished another one of their all-American patriotic tunes and I got my hands on an early copy, threw some random images up on the YouTube thing and... take a listen:



The lyrics are worth readin':

We need not pretend we could ever be friends
But I don’t think it’s too much to ask
That after eight years of rows and untold broken vows
You give every day of it back

You may’ve done what you thought was best, but it’s conspicuous
How the inverse transpired
So with a world now in flames, I won’t bother to deign
To piss on your head if your hair catches fire

I’m normally not a mean-spirited guy
But if you got cancer I’d laugh till I cried

One twenty oh-nine the day of our new jubilee five-point-
nine billion voices and glasses upraised in the joy of your egress to ignominy
The skies will open in cool cleansing rain of ambrosia that all may partake
And next day we’ll start digging out of the wrack and the ruin you leave in your wake

I know you
won’t soon be troubled with staid self-reflection
Still a cloistered and dull trustfund kid
You’ll never be hungry, foreclosed on or held to the
Laws that hang others who did what you did

But maybe one shiny day
We’ll all see each other again in The Hague

One twenty oh-nine the day of our new jubilee five-point-
nine billion voices and glasses upraised to the end of our national ignominy
The skies will open in cool cleansing rain of ambrosia that all may partake
And next day we’ll start digging out of the sad, bloody nightmare you leave in your wake

And the next guy might well be a trainwreck but he won’t be you and that’s saying a lot
And if the myths you’ve damned others by prove to be true, pray you outlive the devil and god

And you can buy an mp3 for a buck.