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.
The Beeb decided to censor this classic 20 year-old song by The Pogues (with Kirsty McColl) last year. Lyrics here.Due to presumably overwhelming pressure, the Beeb reversed itself.
The Pogues' very band name was censored -- it was "Pogue Mahone," Gaelic for "Kiss My Ass." It was changed to The Pogues, although after MacGowan was kicked out of the group they named an album Pogue Mahone.
Another group: Siouxie and the Banshees. I was listening to their hits CD and realized she was on top of the Muslim thing from waaaay back. (last verse is the kicker)
Siouxie is probably already in jail for these lyrics:
The jewel, the prize
looking into your eyes
Cool pools drown your mind
What else will you find
I hear a rumour-it was just a rumour
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Myriad lights-they said I'd be impressed Arabian Knights-at your primitive best
A tourist oasis-reflects in seedy sunshades a monstrous oil tanker
it's wound bleeding in seas
I heard a rumour-what have you done to her I heard a rumour-what have you done to her
Veiled behind screens
kept as your baby machine
Whilst you conquer more orifices
Of boys, goats and things
Ripped out sheeps eyes-no forks or knives
Myriad lights-they said I'd be impressed Arabian Knights-at your primitive best