Sunday, July 16, 2006

"Here come the Hizbollah"

I am reproducing the lyrics to Doctor Jeep here because I have a theory, which is "my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine" and mine alone, which is that Andrew Eldrtich is actually a prescient bugger, in the modern prophet sense of the word prescient.

Doctor Jeep
is but one example of his lyrics which pertain to the current situation, but as an oeuvre, his entire body of work conveys a dark foreboding that provides an alternative soundtrack to all the crap we we are forced to listen to at the moment. Track down Jihad and you'll know what I am on about. The entire song is just about repeating off and on some of the specifications for an AK-47.

Resistance is not futile. It is necessary.

Doctor Jeep

Everybody shouts on I Love Lucy
Pee Wee reads the evening news
A pre-owned song or a second-hand Uzi
Everybody got a job to lose
Here come the golden oldies
Here come the Hizbollah
Businessmen from South Miami
Humming AOR

Meanwhile...

I like Cal and his dog Napalm
I like Ike and his itty-bitty A-bomb
Everybody got one, I want mine
You can order it up on Channel Nine
Meanwhile, in the Sheraton,
Doctor Jeep plays on and on and on
There was a time but it's long gone
Janie got a crush on the Viet Cong
Burning through downtown Saigon
Me, I'm sold - down the Mekong
Meanwhile, in the Sheraton,
Doctor Jeep plays on and on and on
Guns and cars and accidents
The threatened witness my defence
You can sell one another for fifteen cents
Well bye-bye mother, it's common sense
Meanwhile, in the Sheraton,
Doctor Jeep plays on and on and on

Everybody shouts on I Love Lucy
Pee Wee reads the evening news
A pre-owned song or a second-hand Uzi
Everybody got a job to lose
Here come the golden oldies
Here come the Hizbollah
Businessmen from South Miami
Humming AOR
Meanwhile, in the Sheraton,
Doctor Jeep plays on and on and on

Doctor Jeep by The Sisters of Mercy
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