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and Bob Loblaw's Law Blog

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Pop Music

I know very little about music
in fact, I know a lot
I don't know song titles or what year albums came out
but I do know which songwriters were political
which ones smoked pot

I don't know guitar chords
my fingers are made for words
but I know a great chord when i hear one
it rings true in my ears
makes me "free as a bird"

Intellectuals tell me I shouldn't like pop
they say it's far too easy, too clean,
that it comes out of an EZ Bake oven
but I just can't get into Zappa and Alan Parsons
Give me some Beatles, some Elton, some Queen

Yeah, yeah, yeah
some people tell me I'm wrong
but that's fine with me
they can have their ten-minute opuses of space exploration
cuz that's four, two-and-a-half minute songs

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My socks stink
or the feet in them do
it's a strange odor
part Fritos
part Corn Nuts
part Mountain Poo

Frito Lay can send my check to:
2222 Sesame Seed Street
PBS, New York 55555

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blah
we've come full circle.