We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Tight Connection to My Heart (Has Anybody Seen My Love?), from Empire Burlesque, 1985
Sample of the lyrics:
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight And there's no moon There's just a hot-blooded singer Singing 'Memphis in June' And they're beating the devil out of a guy Who's wearing a powder-blue wig Later he'll be shot For resisting arrest I can still hear his voice crying In the wilderness What looks large from a distance Close up ain't never that big.
I never could learn to drink that blood And call it wine I never could learn to hold you, love And call you mine.