Friday, May 11, 2012

Episode 057 gaily sings of death, taxes, and condolences

This Week:
Intro:
00:02:25 Birthday Richard Howard Carter
00:05:14 White Medicine Cloud found slaughtered
00:08:00 Barack Obama endorses gay marriage...sorta kinda
00:15:55 Coalition of Reason puts up a San Antonio billboard and forms a coalition of Reasonable folk
00:31:38 What to say to non-religious folk when bad things happen
00:52:45 April Music Challenge "Death and Taxes"
00:53:54 Greg's Song: "Bunkam Comes To Town"
00:58:09 Greg song discussion
01:03:33 Gary's Song "Death and Taxes"
01:05:55 Gary song discussion
01:09:25 Next song challenge discussion
01:14:15 Lightning Round

And the dogs get off to a rousing start, taking orders via a dogernet over-air ordering system.

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The Big Board
Greg's Lyrics "Bunkam Comes to Town"
My name is John Bunkum. 
I hail out of London. 
My wares are desired
From palace to shire
When I come to your town
Your faith won’t let you down
I’ll feed you the facts and
Charge you no taxes.

Step right up, buy a dream Just a few Lira.
Ancient rites, new age cures All yours at cost-a.
Amulets magical Clean out your Aura.
Feeling off? Hold these stones Straighten your Chakra.
Buy a trance so you danceOver Hot Lava.
Fortunes told, read the stars Venus and Ursa.
Bottom blocked? Lax your bowel With tea of Senna.
Toxin purge wash your gut Rinse with hot Java.
Ten steps for Alchemy Gold from base meta.
Ecstasy, breath it in From my fine hookah.
Ancient rites, new age cures All yours at cost-a.

Step right up, buy a dream Just a few Drachma.
Artifacts, most holy Show off your dogma.
I’ve got a parchment piece Genuine Torah.
Lose your way? My prayer rugs Always points Mecca.
Here’s a blade, kills demons Just like the Krishna.
Saintly robes show your paunch Round like the Buddha.
Build your ark, cubit style Call yourself Noah.
Bones of saints made into Beads for your Rosa.
Buy this tome to submit Your life to Allah.
Need to clear your old soul? Here's the Pope's Rota.
Artifacts, most holy Show off your dogma.

My name is John Bunkum
I hail out of London
Some say I deceive
Maybe I believe?
My patrons think it’s real,
So I make them a deal:
They pay their wish tax,
And just lose some cash.

Step right up, buy a dream Just a few Krona.
Wonders from far and wide Brought here by Sherpa.
Finest fruit all the way From Bora Bora.
Pain cures from India Venom of Cobra.
Cure it with powder pale Just like in China.
Grecian food make yourself Strong like a Sparta.
Thousand year calendars Carved by the Maya.
Indian tapestry Live like a Rajah.
Crystals clear brought here by Vasco de Gama.
Rhino horn smuggled from Forests of Ghana
Wonders from far and wide Brought here by Sherpa.

Step right up, buy a dream Lay down your moolah.
You can land your true love Worthy of saga.
Draw the men with perfume Moths to the fya.
Learn how to swing your hips Catch him with Cha-cha.
Ask fairy Godmother Go to the gala.
Bona fide kimonos Be your man's geisha.
My herbs will levitate His “little fellah”.
Learn the words, just fourteen Win him with versa.
Mix potions to snare your Baby a da-da.
Cast a curse get rid of That bar maid Laura.
You can land your true love Worthy of saga.

My name is John Bunkum
I hail out of London
My wares are desired
From palace to shire
When I come to your town
Your faith won’t let you down
You pay your faith tax
Cause who needs the facts?

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Gary's Lyrics to "Death and Taxes"
Death and Taxes
There are two things we all expect
Just take a minute to reflect
It won't take a giant intellect
To maintain a society
In which our freedom isn't free
They are our patriotic duty
Death and Taxes
To fight the wars and build the roads
To clean the streets when it has snowed
To keep the rivers safely flowed
Because our bodies do not last
Because we will repeat the past
Because some hate the iconoclast
Death and Taxes
We pay the price (Certified Accountancy)
We pay the price (Just for being born)
We pay the price (unless you can afford a PO box in the Cayman Islands)
We pay the price


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