Sunday, January 24, 2010

Song of the day: "The Ballad of Rush Limbaugh"


Nona Hendryx, bitches! Respect!

Click here to open Nona's page and click on the player to the right to hear the song.


Bear with me on this one, it's worth it. My beloved Nona Hendryx didn't take kindly to the words of Rush Limbaugh in the wake of a massive, tragic earthquake that devastated Haiti. I didn't either. I expressed my disdain here and here.

Nona took it a little further, and recorded a song for him. And you can hear that song here. And you SHOULD go there and listen (sorry I can't embed something). Nona is fantastic, she has a rich history of R&B, funk, rock and alternative music, and if I've ever made you a dance music mix tape/CD, you have one of her songs. Read all about her here, or call me. (The coolest I've ever looked in front of record label types was recognizing a cover of Nona's "Ghost Love" that the band Big Pig did as as an encore--the singer was surprised anyone knew the song.)


As best as I could transcribe them, here are her lyrics--please add/correct in comments!
"The Ballad of Rush Limbaugh", lyrics by Nona Hendryx, music by Nona Hendryx & Felicia Collins (I think)
The man in the radio can hardly catch his breath

Describing my plight
Prescribing my death

His voice is disgust
Spewing hate and mistrust
He feels he's above the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

The native son of a lawyer from the "Show Me" state
He rose to speak to infamy and hate
For with a silver spoon on a feather bed
A river of ??? running through his head
He thinks he's above the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

Every woman he took to the altar
Maxine, Michelle, and Marta
Have cut their ties
Was it the sex, the drugs or the lies

You point your finger saying what you would do
Lie to the fingers pointing back at you
In your house made of glass
In your limo that carries your ass
You think you're the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

You chose your airwaves to spread your disease
To kick the people already down on their knees
The crime was praying for relief
After centuries of rape by ??
? a wound still raw
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

In hour house made of glass
In the limo carrying you ass
You think you're the law
This is the ballad of Rush Limbaugh

The undereducated mass
Always from the lower class
Cant ?
I believe what the  old folks say
"Every dog has its day"
There's no free lunch here
One day you will pay

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