FRIDAY RANDOM TEN

Welcome to Blog d’Elisson’s Friday Random Ten, the weekly feature in which I post a selection of Choons drawn at random from the fabled iPod d’Elisson.

This weekend finds me in my occasional Bachelor Father role, the Missus having flown off to Washington, D.C., there to spend a long weekend with Elder Daughter. She’s staying at E.D.’s new digs, a cozy little apartment hard by DuPont Circle. It’s the last weekend of freedom before school resumes on Monday...and it’s also the last weekend before our old white Formica kitchen countertops are replaced with nice new slabs of granite.

I’m looking forward to that. Not the process of replacement, mind you, which will be unpleasant and chaotic, but the end result. Especially since we’re putting in a new gas stovetop. Why anyone would build a house down here in Gas Country and put in an electric rangetop is beyond me, but we’ve lived with the fucking thing for nine years and it’s time to move on. B’ratzon Hashem, next week at this time, we’ll be cookin’ with gas!

But enough blather. Now, sit back and enjoy the Variegated Spewage from my Little White Choon-Box:

1. Prenzlauerberg - Beirut
   
2. Angelina Zooma Zooma - Louis Prima
   
3. Zoom Zoom Zoom - Only The Strong
   
4. O Pato - Stan Getz & Charlie Byrd
   
5. Your Song - Elton John
   
6. Mister President - The KGBGs
   
7. The Beginning (Anima Mundi) - Philip Glass
   
8. Wake Up - Rage Against The Machine
   
   Come on!
   Uggh!
   
   Come on, although ya try to discredit
   Ya still never edit
   The needle, I’ll thread it
   Radically poetic
   Standin’ with the fury that they had in ’66
   And like E-Double I’m mad
   Still knee-deep in the system’s shit
   Hoover, he was a body remover
   I’ll give ya a dose
   But it’ll never come close
   To the rage built up inside of me
   Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
   
   Movements come and movements go
   Leaders speak, movements cease
   When their heads are flown
   ’Cause all these punks
   Got bullets in their heads
   Departments of police, the judges, the Feds
   Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
   You know they went after King
   When he spoke out on Vietnam
   He turned the power to the have-nots
   And then came the shot
   
   Yeah!
   Yeah, back in this...
   Wit’ poetry, my mind I flex
   Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin’ dat finesse
   Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
   To shake ya up, to break the structure up
   ’Cause blood still flows in the gutter
   I’m like takin’ photos
   Mad boy kicks open the shutter
   Set the groove
   Then stick and move like I was Cassius
   Rep the stutter step
   Then bomb a left upon the fascists
   Yea, the several federal men
   Who pulled schemes on the dream
   And put it to an end
   Ya better beware
   Of retribution with mind war
   20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
   Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
   Ya know they murdered X
   And tried to blame it on Islam
   He turned the power to the have-nots
   And then came the shot
   
   Uggh!
   What was the price on his head?
   What was the price on his head!
   
   
   I think I heard a shot
   I think I heard a shot
   I think I heard a shot
   I think I heard a shot
   I think I heard a shot
   I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
   
   “He may be a real contender for this position should he
   abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
   of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism”
   “Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
   pinpoint potential trouble-makers...And neutralize them,
   neutralize them, neutralize them”
   
   Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
   Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
   
   How long? Not long, ’cause what you reap is what you sow
   
   
9. Inside Out - Paul Cantelon
   
10. Noviy God (live) - Leningrad
    

It’s Friday. What are you listening to?