tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506647306308167562024-03-13T10:51:53.299-07:00SAM ADAMS, the musicalSkewering hypocrisy with songUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-82417317352270132582009-07-21T10:45:00.001-07:002009-07-25T20:01:33.359-07:00He's My Mayor(Tune: Tom Lehrer's She's My Girl)<br /><br />Bats gotta fly, and sharks gotta swim<br />I gotta mayor who went out on a limb<br />To Ed or Dick or Pete<br />He may be just a cheat<br />But to me, well,<br />He's my mayor<br /><br />He hid a romance with a teenage boy<br />Acted holier-than-thou, a dubious ploy<br />His lies to the press<br />Have caused me much duress<br />But he's my mayor, he's my mayor, he's my mayor,<br />And I hate him.<br /><br />The mayor I supported<br />So reckless when he courted<br />His scandal much reported<br />His reputation swarted<br />The mayor who distorted<br />Is the mayor hell has meant for me.<br /><br />And now there's a recall since the mayor won't go<br />He says he's still ruling but it's all ego<br />He keeps digging a hole<br />He keeps losing control<br />But oh well, what the hell,<br />He's my mayor,<br />And I hate him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-3943015537863275892009-07-18T08:41:00.000-07:002009-07-25T20:20:48.003-07:00My Home Town(Tune: Tom Lehrer's My Home Town)<br /><br />I really have a yen<br />To go back once again<br />To a time when honesty was cool<br />To see once more those super-special just plain folks<br />Who we let rule<br /><br />No fellow could ignore<br />The councilman next door<br />Who always had a handshake and a grin<br />And if you slipped him several hundred on the sly<br />Your cause would win<br /><br />I remember Sam<br />A most progressive mayor<br />He really was a player<br />Till he slipped<br />He found a teenage boy<br />And kissed him on the lips<br />He then denied it all<br />And hence began his fall<br /><br />The man who was top cop<br />And hated micks and wops<br />Or anyone with whom he'd disagree<br />He liked to corner secretaries in the hall<br />And set them free<br /><br />I remember Hank<br />He was the corner poet<br />And always let you know it<br />With his grin<br />He liked to parody<br />The mayor's every sin<br />And pass the poems around<br />Up and down the streets in town<br /><br />These were the folks who ruled<br />Who really kept us fooled<br />It really isn't different much today<br />We always get the very leaders we deserve<br />That's what they sayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-46299234058354358682009-07-18T02:58:00.001-07:002009-07-18T02:58:48.076-07:00I Think About Your Lies, Sam(Tune: Tom Lehrer's I Hold Your Hand In Mine)<br /><br />I think about your lies, Sam<br />I think of them today<br />I wonder if they're bad enough<br />That you must go away<br />There's a recall petition<br />I wonder, should I sign?<br />I think about your lies, Sam<br />I can't make up my mind<br /><br />When you confessed, I almost cried<br />How could you be so dumb?<br />I voted for you with such hope<br />Today you're just a bum<br /><br />I'm signing the petition<br />Since how else can I say?<br />I think about your lies, Sam<br />I think of them todayUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-75976638868369721892009-07-16T12:00:00.000-07:002009-07-18T03:31:59.278-07:00The Masochism Tango(Tune: Tom Lehrer's Masochism Tango)<br /><br />I ache for the lie from your lips, Sam,<br />But more for the video clips, Sam.<br />How you deceive<br />And overachieve<br />As we dance to the Masochism Tango.<br /><br />Let my faith in you weather this recall,<br />Say it's me that you'll never disenthrall.<br />Betray my trust,<br />Turn worser to worst,<br />As we dance to the Masochism Tango.<br /><br />At your command<br />Before you here I stand,<br />Your career in my hand,<br />It's here that I must be.<br />My faith will never wane,<br />My vote never abstain,<br />It's not you who's to blame,<br />So come and lie to me.<br /><br />Your lies have the beauty of starlight,<br />They're convincing -- and even in daylight.<br />My trust is so pure<br />That it smells like manure<br />(I'm no great paramour<br />When we tango).<br /><br />Corrupt my youth<br />Do everything uncouth<br />Do anything to win.<br />Who cares if you lie?<br />No one will ask why<br />So betray me once again.<br /><br />In public be cool and committed<br />To city affairs counterfeited.<br />Remember the rule:<br />The public's a fool<br />As we dance to the Masochism Tango.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-74343027171169536342009-07-16T06:07:00.000-07:002009-07-16T09:58:38.584-07:00The Recall Rag(Tune: Tom Lehrer's Vatican Rag)<br /><br />Look around and find the sign<br />Step right up, you're just in time<br />Think about the mayor's shame and<br />Sign-your-name, sign-your-name, sign-your-name!<br /><br />We need 50,000 signatures<br />In three months, that's lots of work for sure<br />Citizens participate<br />There's no time to hestitate<br />Doin' the Recall Rag.<br /><br />What's at stake is how the city works<br />Do we answer lies with deeds or shirks?<br />Every time a politician smirks<br />Citizens can fight with fireworks.<br />Do your part, sign the petition<br />Apathy's the great addiction<br />Two, four, six, eight<br />Time for Sam to abdicate!<br /><br />So step up and do your part<br />Bring your friends and show some heart<br />Think about the mayor's shame and<br />Sign-your-name, sign-your-name, sign-your-name!<br /><br />Put your name down on the paper<br />Hurry up, it's getting later<br />Think of your children<br />They know what you're doin'<br />Gathering wherewithal<br />Time for an overhaul<br />Doin' the Recall Rag!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-41721066888594525082009-06-27T10:51:00.000-07:002009-06-27T10:53:19.466-07:00Guest submission: from an anonymous government worker(to the tune of "Lyin' Eyes" by the Eagles)<br /><br />City men just seem to find out early <br />How to dial for donors with just a smile <br />A powerful middle-aged man <br />And he won't have to worry <br />He’ll dress up, run his race, and win on lies<br /> <br />Late at night a big old office gets lonely <br />I guess ev'ry form of power has its price <br />And it breaks his heart to think his lo-ve is <br />Only given to a public with hands cold as ice<br /> <br />So he tells his staff he must go out for the evening <br />To mentor a young friend who's feelin' down <br />But his staff knows where he's goin' as he's leavin' <br />He is headed for the Breedlove side of town<br /> <br />You can't hide your lyin' eyes <br />And your smile is a thin disguise <br />I thought by now you'd realize <br />There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes<br /> <br />On the 2nd floor men’s room, a boy is waiting <br />with fiery eyes and dreams up for sale <br />Sam walks on through the hall anticipating <br />'Cause Beau makes him feel the way he wants to feel<br /> <br />He rushes to his arms, <br />They fall together <br />He whispers “C’mon, you’re almost 18.” (said matter-of-factly)<br />He swears that soon he'll be comin' (pause) forever <br />He pulls away and leaves Beau with a smile<br /> <br />You can't hide your lyin' eyes <br />And your smile is a thin disguise <br />I thought by now you'd realize <br />There ain't no way to hide you lyin' eyes<br /> <br />The Willy Week puts him on its front cover <br />And Sam stares out at the clouds up in the sky<br />He wonders whether he’ll stay in power <br />He closes his door and hangs his head to cry<br /> <br />He wonders how it ever got this crazy <br />He thinks about an issue to help him rule<br />Did he get tired or did he just get lazy? <br />He’s so far gone, he feels just like a fool<br /> <br />Mayor, oh Mayor, you sure know how to arrange things <br />You set it up so well, so carefully <br />Ain't it funny how your new power didn't change things <br />You're still the same old liar you used to be<br /> <br />You can't hide your lyin eyes <br />And your smile is a thin disguise <br />I thought by now you'd realize <br />There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes <br />There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes <br />Honey, you can't hide your lyin' eyesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-36246501997793009702009-05-20T20:27:00.000-07:002009-05-20T20:33:25.466-07:00Imagine (guest submission)(Tune of "Imagine")<br /><br />Imagine kissing children<br />In a Bathroom stall<br />And hiring a reporter<br />To cover up it all<br />Imaging all the lying<br />To get elected…<br /> <br />Imagine pedophilia<br />Ignored by the AG<br />A boy too young to<br />Legally say yes<br />Imagine all the voters<br />Voicing their disgust…<br /> <br />A recall movement brewing<br />Won’t stop ‘til he is done<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the city will vote as one<br /> <br />Imagine losing your position<br />Mayor or Councilman<br />For taking advantage of a person<br />Who’s a boy and not a man<br />Imagine all the citizens<br />For truth and honesty…<br /> <br />A recall movement brewing<br />Won’t stop ‘til he is done<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the city will vote as one<br /><br />--Dean ZUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-54746723214615999762009-05-11T20:38:00.000-07:002009-05-11T20:39:13.590-07:00I've Got You Much On My Mind(Tune: "I've Got You Under My Skin")<br /><br />I've got you much on my mind<br />I'm troubled that you still won't resign<br />That when you go down, you'll cut the city's secure lifeline<br />I've got you much on my mind<br /><br />In past years, you had my vote<br />In past years, I believed what you said<br />But since your deception and lies, all of my faith has fled<br />I've got you much on my mind<br /><br />I'd sacrifice anything come what might<br />To erase all your scandal and lies<br />In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night<br />And tells me that there's no compromise<br /><br />Don't you know, little fool, the past is defined<br />Use your mentality, wake up to reality<br />And each time I do, just the thought of you<br />Makes me sick for all Portland-kind<br />And I've got you much on my mindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-30688627063245348582009-04-24T09:07:00.000-07:002009-04-24T09:08:14.386-07:00How High The Moon(Tune: "How High The Moon")<br /><br />Somewhere there's justice<br />How faint the tune<br />Somewhere a new start<br />How high the moon<br />There is no mayor for us<br />When truth is far away too<br />Till it comes true<br />That he resigns and pays his dues <br /><br />Somewhere there's justice<br />How near, how far<br />Somewhere there's heaven<br />Without this czar<br />The darkest night will shine<br />When we can stop this lampoon<br />Until he goes, how still my heart<br />How high the moonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-62917357482972183042009-04-02T13:29:00.000-07:002009-04-03T13:28:51.585-07:00Lynne Fuqua sings!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NE9LrDz6AmUQrhBUCOhkIIX5iUxPFKONVIyZXOVW7DryTS1lgFw05e1l32SDN33RFaEBEz2LmYyJlu6jKP04LeiB6cdAMdakoNmO0MzuqfbEHa9xlFAgYCMnEkpBfytDZgt6aBFBChoG/s1600-h/lynnparis1.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NE9LrDz6AmUQrhBUCOhkIIX5iUxPFKONVIyZXOVW7DryTS1lgFw05e1l32SDN33RFaEBEz2LmYyJlu6jKP04LeiB6cdAMdakoNmO0MzuqfbEHa9xlFAgYCMnEkpBfytDZgt6aBFBChoG/s200/lynnparis1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320564783452878098" /></a><br />Jazz singer Lynne Fuqua, my dear friend in Los Angeles, was kind enough to put some of our efforts to tape. <br /><ul><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf01.mp3">I'm Beginning To See The Light</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf02.mp3">Blowing In The Wind</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf03.mp3">You'd Be So Nice To Believe In</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf04.mp3">Fly Me To The Moon</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf05.mp3">A Tragic Day</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf06.mp3">The Boy From City Hall</a><br /><li><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/cdeemer/lf07.mp3">Bye Bye Blackbird</a><br /><br /></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-31599443964755402702009-03-30T10:41:00.001-07:002009-03-30T10:42:14.150-07:00Music on its wayMy jazz singer friend in L.A. recorded seven of the songs here, and a CD is in the mail. I'll get them online and announce it here. I expect them to be first rate!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-88904222741194136852009-03-25T16:37:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:38:10.238-07:00Don't Pay Attention Any More(Tune: Don't Get Around Much Any More)<br /><br />Missed the rally at noon<br />Never got out the door<br />Guess the mayor is staying<br />Don't pay attention any more<br /><br />Was a day when I cared<br />The mayor's lies I abhor<br />But the time passes quickly<br />Don't pay attention any more<br /><br />Frankly, it's depressing when I see<br />So many losing focus just like me<br /><br />Guess the mayor's here to stay<br />What can a recall restore?<br />Do we really have power?<br />Don't pay attention any moreUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-77238213715929012062009-03-25T16:24:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:26:06.448-07:00Guest submission by Dean ZHere's the Broadway Musical Rock Ballad to be staged during the mayoral race to the tune of Alice Cooper's timeless political statement. I am visualizing a duet.<br /><br />B= Breedlove<br />S=Sam <br />D=both<br /><br />B: I'm a young prime cut of meat, I'm your choice <br />B: I wanna be erected<br />S: I'm your councilman dandy in a city hall<br />S: I wanna be erected<br />S: Kids a teenager, tight butt's not fake<br />S: I wanna be erected<br />D: We're gonna ignore the rules that society makes<br />D: I wanna be erected, elected, erected<br />S: I always lied to you, I've always kept cool<br />S: I wanna be elected<br />S: I gotta get the vote, while the kid's in school<br />D: I wanna be elected, erected, erected<br />D: Hallelujah, I wanna be erected<br />D: Everyone in the United States of America<br />D: We're gonna win this one, take the city by storm<br />D: We're gonna be erected<br />D: You and me together, young and old<br />D: We're gonna be elected, erected, elected<br />D: Misdirected, erected, who y'all elected<br />D: I wanna be erected, erectedUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-14661594328406172842009-03-20T04:15:00.001-07:002009-03-20T04:15:55.538-07:00Why Don't You Do Right?(Tune: "Why Don't You Do Right?")<br /><br />You had your integrity in '99<br />You let your eye for youth get out of line<br />Why don't you do right?<br />Like some other mayors do<br />Get out of here<br />So we can start anew<br /><br />You stand there thinking that we'll all forget<br />Getting caught's the only thing that you regret<br />Why don't you do right?<br />Like some other mayors do<br />Get out of here<br />So we can start anew<br /><br />We're quiet now. Soon there'll be time to shout<br />A recall election's gonna boot you out<br />Why don't you do right?<br />Like some other mayors do<br />Get out of here<br />So we can start anewUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-13779941986775761942009-02-26T11:23:00.001-08:002009-02-26T11:24:46.497-08:00Gone With The Wind(Tune: "Gone With The Wind")<br /><br />Gone with the wind, just like a leaf that has blown away.<br />Gone with the wind, my faith in you flew away.<br /><br />Political promises still ring in my ears<br />But the truth's different from how it appears<br /><br />And now all is gone, gone is the promise of better days<br />Gone with the wind, here in the city that you betrayed<br />Just like a flame, hope burned brightly<br />Then became an empty smoke dream that has gone,<br />Gone with the wind.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-33716976522629369602009-02-25T09:35:00.001-08:002009-02-25T09:35:46.447-08:00Mood Imbroglio(Tune:"Mood Indigo")<br /><br />You ain't been blue; no, no, no.<br />You ain't been blue,<br />Till you've had that mood imbroglio.<br />That feelin' goes stealin' straight to the crux<br />While I sit and sigh, "My mayor sucks".<br /><br />Always get that mood imbroglio,<br />Since my mayor's sad decline.<br />In the evenin' when lights are low,<br />I'm so lonesome with my wine.<br /><br />'Cause there's no mayor who cares about me,<br />I'm just a soul who's<br />bluer than blue can be.<br />When I get that mood imbroglio,<br />I keep praying he'll resign.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-46637439779602716812009-02-25T09:22:00.000-08:002009-02-25T09:24:21.876-08:00Recorded songs comingA jazz singer friend in LA is recording some of my songs here and sending along a CD. I'll rip the sucker and post the individual songs online. She is damn good -- this is something to look forward to!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-39323007465523530412009-02-24T07:27:00.001-08:002009-02-24T07:27:30.016-08:00Lies For Sale(Tune: "Love For Sale")<br /><br />Lies for sale,<br />Appetising new lies for sale.<br />Lies that you may freely quote,<br />Lies designed to get your vote,<br />Lies for sale.<br />Who will buy?<br />Who would like to sample my supply?<br />Who's prepared to pay the price,<br />For a political device?<br />Lies for sale.<br /><br />Let idealists pipe of truth<br />In their childish way<br />I know all the tweaks of truth<br />Better far than they.<br />If you want the thrill of truth,<br />I've been through the mill of truth;<br />Old truths, new truths,<br />Every truth but true truth.<br /><br />Lies for sale.<br />Appetising new lies for sale.<br />My ideas you can promote, <br />Believe in me and cast your vote.<br />Lies for sale.<br />Lies for sale.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-52817583724955371502009-02-18T18:39:00.001-08:002009-02-18T18:40:37.857-08:00The City Mayor(Tune: "Eleanor Rigby")<br /><br />Ah, look at all the politicians<br />Ah, look at all the politicians<br /><br />The city mayor talks to the press as if nothing were terribly wrong<br />Lives in a dream<br />Waits at the window, wearing the face that he wears for the voters outside<br />Thinks he can hide<br /><br />All the politicians<br />Why must they always lie?<br />All the politicians<br />They make you want to cry<br /><br />The city mayor writing the words of a speech that he thinks is enough<br />Playing his bluff<br />Look at him squirming, hoping the truth will not catch up and make him resign<br />Where is the sign?<br /><br />All the politicians<br />Why must they always lie?<br />All the politicians<br />They make you want to cryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-73618831677850215262009-02-17T13:12:00.000-08:002009-02-17T13:13:13.374-08:00Ex-Mayor(Tune: "Nature Boy")<br /><br />There was a man<br />A very smart ambitious man<br />They say he wandered very far, very far<br />Beyond propriety<br />A little sly<br />With wand'ring eye<br />But not so wise<br />Was he<br /><br />And then one day<br />A certain day he passed my way<br />And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings<br />This he said to me<br />"The greatest thing<br />You'll ever learn<br />Is speak the truth<br />And hear truth<br />In return"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-54962545322066920822009-02-15T08:53:00.000-08:002009-02-15T08:54:33.466-08:00A Tragic Day(TUNE: "A Foggy Day")<br /><br />A tragic day<br />In Portland town<br />It had me low<br />And it had me down<br />I heard the mayor<br />With much alarm<br />When he confessed<br />He dropped a bomb<br />How long I wondered<br />Would he hang on<br />When would I wake up<br />And find him gone<br />And suddenly<br />He had a change of heart<br />And in tragic Portland town<br />His resignation<br />Was a brand new startUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-10701125039181901202009-02-15T04:08:00.000-08:002009-02-15T19:55:58.796-08:00The Polling Booth Song(Tune: "Whiskey Song" and ending from Mahagonny)<br /><br />Oh show me the way to the next pretty mayor<br />Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why<br />For if I don't find the next pretty mayor<br />I tell you I must die, I tell you I must die<br />I tell you, I tell you,<br />I tell you I must die<br /><br />A fraud in Puddle City<br />You now must say goodbye<br />You've lost your dear old Portland<br />And must resign, oh don't ask why<br />A fraud in Puddle City<br />You now must say goodbye<br />You've lost the city's voters<br />And must resign, oh don't ask why<br /><br />Oh show me the way to the next polling booth<br />Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why<br />For if I don't find the next polling booth<br />I tell you I must die, I tell you I must die<br />I tell you, I tell you<br />I tell you I must die<br /><br />A fraud in Puddle City<br />You now must say goodbye<br />You've lost your dear old Portland<br />And must resign, oh don't ask why<br /><br />You can put a white shirt on him<br />You can tie a windsor on him<br />You can put a smile on his face<br />You can take a picture of him<br />Cannot help a fallen mayor<br /><br />You can remember the good times<br />You can recite all the speeches<br />You can vote again for him<br />You can throw him a party<br />Cannot help a fallen mayor<br /><br />You can forget all the lying<br />You can forget all the kissing<br />You can forget all the forging<br />You can pretend he's honest<br />Cannot help a fallen mayor<br /><br />Cannot help him or you or me<br />Cannot help him or you or meUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-50660148309441831512009-02-14T13:11:00.001-08:002009-02-14T13:14:56.268-08:00The Boy From City Hall(Tune: "The Girl From Ipanema")<br /><br />Tall and tan and brash and handsome<br />The boy from City Hall goes flirting<br />And when he's winking, each one he's seeing goes -- ah<br /><br />When he talks, it's like a sermon<br />The boy from City Hall's convincing<br />The voters to support him, and they go -- ah<br /><br />Oh, but I listen so sadly<br />Because I know that he's lying<br />Soon everything turns out badly<br />And each day, when he's at City Hall<br />I'm counting the days till his fall<br /><br />Tall and tan and brash and handsome<br />The boy from City Hall keeps talking<br />But now no one is listening, and we go -- ahUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-30928928981543583202009-02-14T12:56:00.000-08:002009-02-14T12:57:39.768-08:00Bye Bye Blackbird(Tune: "Bye Bye Blackbird")<br /><br />Pack up all your tricks and lies,<br />Say goodbye,<br />No alibis,<br />Bye bye blackbird.<br />Pack your things and out the door,<br />Know the score,<br />No mentor,<br />Bye bye blackbird.<br /><br />No one here can trust or comprehend you,<br />You wrote your own ticket, now it's adieu.<br />Make the bed and cut the light,<br />We want you out of here tonight,<br />Blackbird bye bye.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1050664730630816756.post-34533345415892799232009-02-14T07:57:00.000-08:002009-02-14T07:58:58.749-08:00Demeanor Of You(Tune: "Nearness Of You")<br /><br />It's not the john kiss that upsets me<br />Depresses and shocks me, oh no<br />It's the demeanor of you<br /><br />It's not your skilled obfuscation<br />That killed my elation, oh no<br />It's the demeanor of you<br /><br />When you face the press and the lights are bright on you<br />All my saddest thoughts come true<br /><br />I need no more lies to enchant me<br />If only you're grant me, the right<br />To demand you leave tonight<br />So please resign, despite<br />The demeanor of youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com