pynchon-l-digest V2 #2237

[Otto]

Doug Millison:
Funny story:  the day I reported in to get drafted, back in '72, after the
swearing-in ceremony they took us down to Fort Ord, lined us up and called
roll when we got out of the bus.  "DOUGLAS ALLEN MILLISON," the drill
sergeant yelled.
"Yo!"
"With a name like that you should be President of the United States.  What
the hell are you doing here?"
"You tell me."

US President Douglas A. Millison
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington, DC 20500
Phone: (202) 456 1414
Fax: (202) 456 2461
president at whitehouse.gov
www.whitehouse.gov

> 
> Big Bird:
> >Oh, and you actually *do* owe Robert an apology,
> 
> When hell freezes over.
> 

Oh Doug M. -- you aren't worth it but I've got a song for ya.

Otto

Heartland
Beneath the old iron bridges
Across the victorian parks
And all the frightened people running home before dark
Past the Saturday morning cinema
Lies crumbling to the ground
And the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town
I've come to smell the seasons change and watch the city
As the sun goes down again

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waiting for utopia
Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the land where nothing changes
The land of red buses
And blue blooded babies
This is the place where pensioners are raped
And the hearts are being cut from the welfare state
Let the poor drink the milk
While the rich eat the honey
Let the bums count their blessings
While they count the money

So many people can't express what's on their minds
Nobody knows them
Nobody ever will
Until their backs are broken
Their dreams are stolen
And they can't get what they want
Then they're gonna get angry
Well it ain't written in the papers
But its written on the walls
The way this country's divided to fall
So the cranes are moving on the skyline
Trying to knock down this town
But the stains on the heartland
Can never be removed
>From this country that's sick, sad, and confused

Here comes another winter
Of long shadows and high hopes
Here comes another winter
Waiting for utopia
Waiting for hell to freeze over

This is the 51st state of the USA (Repeating)

The ammunition's being passed
And the Lord's been praised
But the wars on the televisions will never be explained
All the bankers gettin sweaty beneath their white collars
As the pound in our pocket turns into a dollar

This is the 51st state of the USA
(Repeat and fade)

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