This is perhaps one of the funniest things i've ever done in school.. once, just for kicks, i decided to take a cure song and turn it in as a political science paper.. it was one of those dares, you didn't think anyone would do it, but what the hell, it was one of the last papers and the grade was already etched in stone.. the wording of this paper is so fucked up, and somehow, even though it makes anything but sense, i got a 95 percent on this paper.. it's worth reading to the tune of From The Edge Of The Deep Green Sea.. At The Edge Of The White House

At The Edge Of The White House



It’s election time. Every time we do this, the media falls for a certain candidate. Ad after ad after ad, it’s all for him. “Our polls can’t be wrong”, they say, and they’ll lie to keep us happy as long as they know we don’t know that today they belong to Bill Clinton. And so we watch the man come close to the edge of the White House. And we listen, because Bush’s tongue is on fire trying to get us to believe in his lies. So we try to keep an open mind closed to Bush. We put our hands in the sky and surrender. We guess it’s either Clinton, the man from the media, or Perot. But remember, whoever we choose will be for four years before they say good-bye. I’ve never been so able to see through their colourful heads like this before. They say, “It’s me you want.” But I see them say, “Please pick me. I want power and fame.” And all Bush wants is to keep it like this. And who knows Perot’s or Clinton’s secret wish? Whoever gets the office and whatever they do, the deficit won’t go home. It just can’t go away with one man in one term. The way the media makes us see it, we just say to Clinton “Just let this end” and it will all go away, not just for today. They portray Bush as begging “Never never never let me go! Hold me like this for a thousand points of light.” And suddenly, the days slow and we look down on this breaking race. Why do we try? Who do we trust? But it’s just politics, we say, brushing our fears away. I wish it would just stop. I wish the media would just let us all decide and give us an unbiased opinion. I know another approach would break the ice. But there’s too many negative ads, too many mud slingings, too many lobbyists puppeteering the candidates. How much more can we use it up? “George is lying!” “Bill took drugs!” We’re looking for something forever gone, but it’s something we will always want. Why are we letting it go like this? Perot is still pulling back; the polls are changing shape. But just as he was breaking free, he hung himself by dropping out. Bush’s support dropped like a flag to the floor, and our hands in the sky, we surrender it all to Clinton. So basically, it won’t just stop. Perhaps another election will break the chain. But it’s been going on for too many years to stop at a grinding halt. It’s always the same. The country’s in pain. Our heads are hung in shame. It’s the same old game, just different names. We vote in vain, if we vote mainstream. We’ll be better off it we inform ourselves and do our own research on all candidates. Since we have let the media decide, Bill is already at the edge of the deep White House and we’ll be miles and miles and miles and miles away from hope again.



this was a college course, i might add.. and it wasn't the only class in which we pulled cure lyrics out of our ass for kicks either.. there was a literature course, in which my friend Jason Lucas and i didn't own any of the novels, and we would just sit and here the basic jist of the story before we'd begin.. we'd take turns tossing off cure lyrics in discussion with the instructor.. in one class, i think we covered over 30 cure songs, and the teacher was quite impressed.. the funniest was comparing this woman to a caterpillar girl who was flowing in and filling up this man's hopeless heart.. we also had a whole thesis based on pictures of you somehow involved with ethan frome.. it was fun too, because it was "live" discussion, and it was so hard not to laugh, and any second we could have lost it.. and we just kept trying to make the other one laugh, and we'd just feed off each other's bullshit.. i think we even quoted "a man inside my mouth".. the whole course was based on the comprehensive reading of about 6 or 7 stories.. needless to say, we read but one (the first story - heart of darkness) and the rest was all adlib.. we got A's and B's all through the course..