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What's Bad is Good (FW35)

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Last updated 18 dezembro 2024

*You Can’t Have Just One* You’ve been on a diet but it’s time that you cheated And you can’t have just one You’d save some for lunch but it’s no good reheated And you can’t have just one You’ve had a long day, you deserve to be treated And you can’t have just one Your stomach is full but you won’t be defeated And you can’t have just one Once you pop you can’t You’ve heard of countries where they open a bottle And throw the cap away You’ve heard of countries where they have a glass In the middle of the day You’ve heard of countries where they treat The wine just like food You don’t live in those countries but sometimes You wish you could Once you pop you can’t The first one makes you light and buzzy But you can’t have just one The second makes you warm and fuzzy But you can’t have just one The third one was the right amount But you can’t have just one The fourth one makes you lose your count But you can’t have just one Once you pop you can’t *Soft Touch* Stop me on the street if you want to save the children Stop me in the mall if you want to save the whales Stop me on the phone if you want my opinion I’m your best friend of you’re in telesales Soft touch I’m a soft touch I’m a soft touch I’m a soft touch I’m the one who clips the coupon I’m the one who clicks on the ad I’m the one at Bed Bath and Beyond I’m the one reading my spam Soft touch I’m a soft touch I’m a soft touch I’m a soft touch *The Glove* Regrets? I’ve had a lot But not enough to make me stop Nothing ventured, it’s a pain You’ll only do it all again Early to bed? Seems unwise You’re only missing out on life The early bird, he seems forlorn His consolation prize the worm I never thought we’d play this late Stuck in a cab on 278 I never thought I’d be out this late Wasting my life on 278 Doors at seven, bands at eight You know we’re always starting late Nobody goes on on time Maybe we’ll be on by nine Check my balance, I see red Studied in the school of debt Cutting up and cutting off A wallet full of credit cards I never thought we’d play this late Stuck in a cab on 278 I never thought I’d be out this late Wasting my life on 278 Think of all the time I wasted All the wines I left untasted Books unread, films unwatched Bedposts that I left un-notched I never thought we’d play this late Stuck in a cab on 278 I never thought I’d be out this late Wasting my life on 278 *Donner party* You said yes to heading out west Looking for a home on the range Wanted more peace than in the city back east Thought you’d find some on the plains Now the wagon’s turned west, we’re in line with the rest And this thing they call hope it feels strange I never did much, I was a soft touch But honey I think I can change Change I can change I can change Oregon Trail, lots of travelers fail Some think it’s all a game You can starve or get sick or freeze to the quick And the only space you claim is a grave But that won’t be our fate, we won’t set out late Knowing Donner Pass is our aim We rationed, we reasoned, we left in the season But you know the weather can change Change it can change it can change Change sun to ice, and the cold winter night We could see no way to the pass We knew we were late so we settled to wait But there’s only so long you can last Rations ran low, outside there’s snow And you do what you must to survive Once you were dead would you want to be fed To help keep the others alive We started polite, named every bite So family kept far from kin But the snow didn’t melt and soon we all felt The survivors deserved to tuck in Now that we’re through, there’s not much we can do But sit on the beach watching waves Eying each other, sisters and brothers Wondering if we really changed Change did you change did you change *Rock Bottom* If this isn’t rock bottom, why is it so hard? If this isn’t old Sodom, Gomorrah can’t be far I want to do the bad things I read about in books Like Lot’s wife missed the fun things and had a second look It was a dark night of the soul When every pizza place was closed I questioned all my choices As I went hungry and went home In the cold light of the dawn Waking up with my clothes on I questioned all my vices And where I had gone wrong If this isn’t rock bottom, why is it so hard? If this isn’t old Sodom, Gomorrah can’t be far I want to do the bad things I read about in books Like Lot’s wife missed the fun things and had a second look My first thanksgiving home On my parents phone Playing at reunion With this who’d never gone And in the twenty since It’s like I never left When I see the faces Who think they know me best *No True Scotsman* No true Scotsman, no true Scot Would ever try to argue with Godwin’s Law Would fudge the data, lie with statistics Play Devil’s advocate, resort to heuristics So few people want an honest debate Where one side trolls the ones that they hate Where’s civility, respect for truth Where’s forgiveness for misspent youth Too many people didn’t read the article Think they’re a have when we’re all have nots Too many people answered the cattle call For no true Scotsman, no true Scot Would ever try to argue with Betteridge’s law Would eat the plums that were in the ice box Would make the poor poet turn over in his pine box So few people studied the humanities Claim they know it when they see obscenities Where’s the gray when you’re talking to a bot Where’s the joke without a sarcasm font Too many people ignored the lyrics Think of “Glory Days” as a walk in the park Too many people think life’s a picnic But no true Scotsman, no true Scot *What’s Bad is Good* A billionaire’s folly Monroe’s beauty mark The uncanny valley America’s ark They build it for show Their wealth or their taste They want us to know They’ve got money to waste An architect’s homage A question of taste A postcard to send From a public space We go just to see What a lifetime can buy We make plans to meet Where they put the skyline What’s bad is good Nobody likes what They’re told they should What’s good is bad Nobody wants What everybody has Some say Paris Some say the Vatican New York’s the line I want to stand in Buckingham Palace Or the Taj Mahal Can’t hold a candle To the Hudson Yards Mall Seven Eleven, John Varvatos Landmark status for a Sbarro’s CBGB, 54 All just stops on the guided tour What’s bad is good Nobody likes what They’re told they should What’s good is bad Nobody wants What everybody has