[Madpaddy]

I hate you
you hate me
let's tie Barney to a tree
shoot him with a 64
then there'll be no dinasour

I hate you
you hate me let's all kill Barney
put a knife in his head
and a bazooka up his butt
won't you say that Barney's cut

[smiley]

Ai difficult choice. My two nominees are

Nomeansno - The day everything became nothing

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'T')he day everything became nothing, I was standing underneath a streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I can't recall anything unusual about it. If there was something in the air, if the skies had clouded over, I wasn't aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles rained from the sky. Thiswas no sneak attack. There was just suddenly this awful lack. Things had changed, that's for sure.

The day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on what had gone wrong. The alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise. This was no apocalypse. No one heard a voice from the sky, there were no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why. It was just like everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!

I can't recall much of what happened next. I was on my way to visit this woman I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I couldn't even remember her address. A group of us, just strangers got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. We talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility. I couldn't remember my name, so I called myself Bob. It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get used to it.

I have to.

[PenultimateManStanding]

My vote goes to Sun Ra, "Nuclear War"

[grabby]

Don't know any peak oil song...

[smallpoxgirl]

Always look on the bright side of life - Monty Python.
link

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For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.

[TheDude]

Slayer and Tool, really hummable melodies you got there. How are you going to play CDs that have degraded on machines that have been fried by EMP when you don't have electricity anymore, hmmm? Since presumably we'll all be breaking our backs toiling soon you should find suitable material sez I.

Here's one for MadPaddy, substitute place names for your home country when appropriate. Heard on the Topic CD The Voice of the People Vol 5 - Come all my lads that follow the Plough. Get or play it while you can.

GALBALLY FARMER THE.

One evening of late as I happened to stray,
To the county Tipperary I straight took my way,
To dig the potatoes and work by the day,
I hired with the Galbally farmer.
I asked him how far we were bound for to go,
For the night it was dark and the north wind did blow,
I was hungry and tired and my spirits were low,
For I got neither whiskey or cordial.

This niggardly miser he mounted his steed,
To the Galbally mountains he posted with speed,
And surely I thought that my poor heart would bleed,
To be trotting behind this old naygur.
When we came to his cottage I entered it first;
It looked like a kennel or a ruined old church,
Says I to myself I am left in the lurch,
In the house of old Darby O'Leary.

I well recollect it was Michaelmas night,
To a hearty good supper he did me invite,
A cup of sour milk that would physic a snipe,
It would give you the trotting disorder.
The wet old potatoes would poison the cat,
The barn where my bed was was swarming with rats,
'Tis little I thought it would e're be my lot,
To lie in that hole until morning.

By what he had said to me I understood,
My bed in the barn it was not very good,
The blanket was made at the time of the flood,
With the quilt and the sheets in proportion.
It was on this old miser I looked with a frown,
When the straw was brought out for to make my shakedown,
I wished I had never seen Galbally town,
Or the sky over Darby O'Leary.

I have worked in Kilconnell I have worked in Killmore,
I have worked in Knockaney and Shanballymore,
In Pallas-a-Knicker and Solohodmore,
With decent respectable farmers,
I have worked in Tipperary the Rag and Rosegreen,
The mount of Kilfeakle, the Bridge of Aileen,
But such woeful starvation I never yet seen,
As I got from old Darby O'Leary.

[Madpaddy]

Thanks for that Dude

[grabby]

Heres an oil song:

Before the Oil Wells Ran Dry
David Rovics

Were you drinking wine from Argentina
Or Indonesian coffee
Did you take some in a plane
And go fly across the country
Did you go to work the next week
Drive your daily twenty miles
Stop off at Sears to see
The latest Chinese styles
When you did these things
Did you wonder how or why
In the years before the oil wells ran dry

Were you watching the news
Did you wonder when
They’d bomb another country
Or start up the draft again
As you tried to stop the war
That might decide the planet’s fate
Did you stop to question
How that food got on your plate
As you stuck your fork
Into that slice of pie
In the years before the oil wells ran dry

When you went back to college
To get another PhD
Or you went into the studio
To record one more CD
Did it occur to you
That your time might be spent better
Digging in the earth
Or learning to knit a sweater
Did you prepare for all the changes
Or at least pretend to try
In the years before the oil wells ran dry

When the cars and planes stopped running
And the dollar hit the floor
And the hordes of hungry children
Were knocking on your door
When unemployed men in the streets said
Blame the Arabs for our plight
Did you shout with dirt held high
“Farmers of the world unite”
Did you ride an ox into town
And say “join the Green Revolution or die”
In the years before the oil wells ran dry


HERES ONE ON COAL:
Hills of Tennessee

David Rovics


Beneath the Nashville skyline
There on Music Row
Songwriters churn out lyrics
Behind the laptops' glow
Country stars go shopping
Looking for the perfect fit
A&R men roam the streets
Looking for another hit
While just a couple hours' drive
And a hundred light years from the city
They're blowing up the hills of Tennessee

The scope of devastation
Is a challenge to compare
If you’ve been to Hiroshima
Then perhaps you’re almost there
‘Cause that’s how much dynamite
Is used up every week
To make barren wasteland
From what was once a mountain peak
Where all the watersheds and rivers
And forests used to be
They’re blowing up the hills of Tennessee

They used to have miners
Send them underground
But people are expensive
So they found a way around
Just bomb the hills to hell
And buy off the EPA
With ten percent the workforce
And twenty times the pay
Do it in the name of God
And private property
They’re blowing up the hills of Tennessee

Like an invisible tsunami
Man-made and hidden from our eyes
Where every living thing is killed
And the rest of it just dies
For a four inch seam of coal
They’ll just wipe out life on earth
Look on the New York Stock Exchange
To see how much it’s worth
Sam won’t be making moonshine
No more banjo on his knee
They’re blowing up the hills of Tennessee

And back in Nashville
The cancer wards are filling up
They’ve got to filter the water
Before they put it in a cup
Can’t go vacation on Blair Mountain
Not here in real life
It’s only good for songs now
No place to take the wife
‘Cause there’s nothing left there
But mudslides and misery
They’re blowing up the hills of Tennessee





Created February, 2005

Revised June, 2005

[Laughs_Last]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('smallpoxgirl', 'A')lways look on the bright side of life - Monty Python.
link

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', '.')..
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.

So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.