MEDIA CIRCUS

Don't want to live in a media circus
Just the facts ma'am will do me alright
Don't want to die all dim in the eye
Staring into the flickering light
But I sit real still and swill and drink it in
Listen to the earnest mannequin tell me all about the scandal
And I still never will give a fuck
It's really a crime if the jock killed his girlfriend
If he really did, I hope he does a long time
I really don't mind if the princess is dead
Don't really need one we'll get along fine
But I sit real still and swill and drink it in
Listen to the earnest mannequin tell me all about the scandal
And I still never will give a fuck
For the flickering light says bear
Your eyes and sit real still and gently
Go to sleep it's giving me the creeps
 I think I'll go out walking in the street
But the flickering light it grows from rows of rows
of windows goes as far as the eye can see
It's a media circus
And it's truly lame and I don't want to pay

WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON?

Mennonites are sitting down with Anarchists
Catholics are breakin' bread with Quakers and Socialists
All our Friends and Neighbors on the No-Fly list
We got something in common one and all
Farmers are shootin' the shit with Pacifists
Libertarians are shaking hands with Muslims and Feminists
The Gov'ment done 9-11'ers, the Raptured up to Heaveners
Vegans, Grandmas, Pagans and the Ron Paul Nuts
What do we have in common, What do we have in common
Young and old and sick and well and poor
What do we have in common, What do we have in common
What do we have in common?
WE HATE THIS FUCKING WAR!!!
Punks and PETA sitting down with Democrats and Greens
Buddhists breaking bread with Hippies and Marines
All our Friends and Neighbors burning gasoline
We got something in common one and all
Maharishis shaking hands with Scientists
Union Members sipping soup with Soldiers and Psychiatrists
The Gov'ment done 9-11'ers the Raptured Up to Heaveners
Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgender and the Ron Paul Nuts

CALL IT CULTURE

I just don't believe in brand-name politics
Not going shopping at the chains
I don't want to spend my money on bullshit
No one's impressed out on the plains
No zero lot line for 350 grand, I'll plant a garden in the sand
No plastic surgeon's gonna fix my double chin
I drink my orange juice with gin
They call it culture chasing money down a hole
A shiny vulture and it's coming for your soul
I just can't relate to mainstream media
Don't want their visions in my mind
and I don't want to spend my life just working
Cause I'm afraid to fall behind
No zero lot line neighbors fighting through the wall
I'll build a fire in the fall
No T.V. Preacher's gonna say that I'm a sin
I drink my orange juice with gin

PEACE AND QUIET IN THE POST-NUCLEAR AFTERNOON

Peace and quiet in the post-nuclear afternoon
No babies crying, no lawns being mowed
Just the gentle scuttle of roaches
No need to answer the phone, no one's home
My bomb-blasted baby don't love me no more
She's just a pile of ashes, her shadow burned on the floor
No televangelists say the world will end soon
Only lovers crying betrayed by the moon
Sound of doom, doom, doom
Bomb blasted baby don't love me no more
Hasn't been the same since the war
Since she turned to ash she's been so cold
Bomb blasted baby

INFIDEL

Howl for the blood of the infidel
Cast first stones into the mirror
Right these wrongs with fire from the sky
Surely there'll be justice as the infidels die
Killing them is killing us is killing them is killing us
This killing them is killing us
Pour a little oil in the wishing well
All the water's getting clearer
The might belongs to those who know the way
Surely god ignores them when the infidels pray
Killing them is killing us is killing them is killing us
This killing them is killing us
These days are strange you can never tell
Is the end time drawing nearer
Write these songs, survivor on a string
Surely no one listens to an infidel sing

HELL'S KITCHEN

Crazy old ladies steal donuts and coffee
Long ago they were lovers
They've worked here forever, they aren't bored
Long ago they were lovers
The dirtiest jobs for the darkest complected
Long ago they were lovers
It's hard to work here and not feel infected
Long ago they were lovers
And they don't ever feel much like laughing
And they never get tired of their bitching
Long ago they were lovers
Now they're lifers in Hell's Kitchen
The boss doesn't get here until nine or later
Long ago they were lovers
At five in the morning they're all boss
Long ago they were lovers
Sentenced to life without being convicted
Long ago they were lovers
It's hard to work here and not feel afflicted
Long ago they were lovers

CHAVEZ SONG

Many miles away in Caracas
Near the end of the very last century
A man was honestly elected President
He was the color of a cocoa bean
He looked like the majority and spoke like a dream
The wealthy oil elite had it in for him
So he talked to the people of Bolivar Revolution
He told them to read their Constitution
Unlike everyone before him, he never did censor the press
And all the private T.V. stations spewed lies and disrespect
And they called him a Communist, a dirty Communist,
A Castro-loving Communist
Many miles away in Caracas
Near the end of the very last century
A man was honestly elected President
Then one day the CIA delivered straight from Washington
A recipe for coup d'etat to please the opposition
But this time what they didn't bank on was that the people would rise up
Once they'd had a little taste of freedom
They weren't willing to give up
Those of you familiar with the history of the hemisphere
May recognize the U.S. role in misery and fear
But in this fine example the people would not stand down
And the complicity of the media couldn't keep the truth from word of mouth

DIE CHENEY DIE

Shoot your greasy buddy in the back
Eat some pickled pigs feet for a snack
Wipe your bloody fingers on yr crack and have a heart attack
Your evil plan is sick and wack
Keep sending soldiers to Iraq
Replace the ones who don't come back
And have a heart attack
Die Cheney Die

BIBLICAL RELIGIONS

What would jesus say?
He'd say something about forgiveness and the other cheek
So why you want revenge? And people's eyes and teeth
Religion here religion there it's everywhere you look
In biblical religions you ought to read the book
What would jesus say? He'd say something about not judging
So why you always judging? And thinking that you're special
Religion here religion there it's everywhere you look
In biblical religions you ought to read the book
What would jesus say? He'd say a lot about love
So what's so wrong with love? And people getting married
Religion here religion there it's everywhere you look
In biblical religions you ought to read the book
What would jesus say? He'd say give away your money
He says it like about a dozen times, give away your money
Religion here religion there it's everywhere you look
In biblical religions you ought to read the book
What would jesus do? He'd make us all some wine

ANAMOSA

There once was a man just wanted left alone
Now he sleeps behind a wall of stone, wall of stone
Now he sleeps behind a wall of stone
Everybody needs a little something now and then
But he's up in Anamosa doing ten, doing ten
He's up in Anamosa doing ten
He used to smoke his ganja fishing from the bank
Then he got way into doing crank, coing crank
Then he got way into doing crank
Everybody needs a little something now and then
But he's up in Anamosa doing ten
Spending all his night time out there in the trees
Smell of something cooking on the breeze
Everybody needs a little something now and then
But he's up in Anamosa doing ten
When you got the goods, there's some that come around
One wanted his woman took him down, took him down
One wanted his woman took him down
      
TIME BILLING BLUES

Billing time, billing time, as the dog day drags by
With my paper and my pen,
I keep track of every incident
and the boss man will decide
How he can best keep a finger on the pulse
of the profit
But I'd rather be in any other shoes
I got the time, time billing blues
Billing time, billing time, I got to quit billing the time
with my pager and my pimp I keep track of every incident
throughout the infinite everlasting
love's the only way to make it new
but when money and time are intertwining
something else is lost to you
something else is lost to you

HIGH CRIMES AND MISDEMEANORS

High Crimes and Misdemeanors
Whether you're a righty or a lefty or an in-betweener
These are High Crimes and Misdemeanors
Let us come together to impeach the great deceivers
You've got to recognize the boat's about to capsize
Under the weight of 935 lies - and still counting!
Evidence is mounting, let's not leave it up to providence
Let's not forget how they fixed the facts around the policy
High Crimes and Misdemeanors
Whether you're an inny or an outty or an in-betweener
These are High Crimes and Misdemeanors
Let us come together to impeach the great deceivers
If the signing statements and warrantless surveillance
aren't enough to make your blood boil
Shoot-to-kill orders, fence along the border
Blackwater's just another euphemism for oil


All songs by Pigs and Clover, copyright 2007 and 2008
except Peace & Quiet in the Post-Nuclear Afternoon by Matt
Foster, Dan Alderton, Matt Kearney, copyright 1996
Media Circus by Matt Kearney, copyright 2000
Die Cheney Die by Foster, Kearney, Fredericksen, copyright 2008

Pigs and Clover are:  Matt Kearney and Jamie Fredericksen

High Crimes and Misdemeanors was recorded at home, in Yokumville, Iowa City, Iowa
Sound engineering on tracks 1,3,4,5,6,7,8,11 by Douglas J. Jones, Dog Bone Recording – DBR409@hotmail.com
Sound engineering on tracks 2,11, 13 by Pigs and Clover
Mixing on all tracks by Pigs and Clover

All instrumentation by Pigs and Clover:  acoustic guitars, electric guitar, bass, banjo, harmonica, jaw harp, washboard, drums, hand claps, shaker, vocals

Pigs and Clover wish to thank all the people everywhere who are trying to stop war

Restore the Constitution
Restrain the Corporations
Stop the War Machine
All Power to the People

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