James Clarke ~ Patron of the Arts #2

James Clarke ~ Patron of the Arts #2

Monday, nothing
Tuesday, nothing
Wednesday and Thursday nothing
Friday, for a change
a little more nothing
Saturday once more nothing
Sunday nothing
Monday nothing
Tuesday and Wednesday nothing
Thursday, for a change
a little more nothing
Friday once more nothing
Montik gornisht,
Dinstik Gornisht
Midwoch an Donnerstik gornisht
Fritik, far a noveneh gornisht pikveleh
Shabas nach a mool gornisht
Lunes nada
Martes nada
Miercoles y Jueves nada
Viernes, por cambia
un poco mas nada
Sabado otra vez nada
January nothing
February nothing
March and April nothing
May and June
a lot more nothing
July nothing
’29 nothing
’32 nothing
’39, ’45 nothing
1965 a whole lot of nothing
1966 nothing
reading nothing
writing nothing
even arithmetic nothing
geography, philosophy, history, nothing
social anthropology a lot of nothing
oh, Village Voice nothing
New Yorker nothing
Sing Out and Folkways nothing
Harry Smith and Allen Ginsberg
nothing, nothing, nothing
poetry nothing
music nothing
painting and dancing nothing
The world’s great books
a great set of nothing
Audy and Foudy nothing
fucking nothing
sucking nothing
flesh and sex nothing
Church and Times Square
all a lot of nothing
nothing, nothing, nothing
Stevenson nothing
Humphrey nothing
Averell Harriman nothing
John Stuart Mill nil, nil
Franklin Delano nothing
Karlos Marx nothing
Engels nothing
Bakunin and Kropotkin nothing
Leon Trotsky lots of nothing
Stalin less than nothing
nothing nothing nothing nothing
lots and lots of nothing
nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
lots of it
Not a God damn thing

Nothing by The Fugs

I have to say that I thought this was one amazing song when I first heard it at the age of 15. It’s aged quite well!

It’s one a.m. and I see that people are sharing this post, which is great. But I changed the video and I don’t know if people shared before or after, so just to be on the safe side … here is the original, Plastic People by The Mothers of Invention, which, I’m afraid to say, hasn’t aged as well! But still pretty damn funny.

Long live art!

Ladies and gentlemen…
The president of the united states!
“fella americans…doot, doot, doot…”
He’s been sick!–doot! doot!
And I think his wife is gonna bring him
Some chicken soap
Plastic people!
Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

I know it’s hard to defend an unpopular policy
Every once in a while–

Plastic people!
Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

And there’s this guy from the cia he’s creepin’
Around laurel canyon
A fine little girl she waits for me
She’s as plastic as she can be
She paints her face with plastic goo
And wrecks her hair with some shampoo

Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

“i dunno…sometimes I just get tired
Of ya honey–it’s…ah..your
Hair spray…or something…”

Plastic people
Oh, baby, now you’re such a drag

“i hear the sound of marching feet…
Down sunset boulevard to crescent heights
…and there…at pandora’s box…
We are confronted with…a vast
Quantity of…plastic people…”
Take a day and walk around
Watch the nazi’s run your town
Then go home and check yourself
You think we’re singing
’bout someone else

But you’re plastic people
Oh, baby, now
You’re such a drag

Me see a neon moon above
I searched for years I found no love
I’m sure that love will never be
A product of plasticity
A product of plasticity
Plastic, plastic people–pla-ha-ha-ha
Ha-plastic–you are–your foot–your hair
–your nose–your arms–you suck–you love
–you are–your being is–you’re plastic–blah
–blah–blah–blah plastic peoples
-a prune is not a vegetable
–cabbage is a vegetable; makes it o.k.
–plastic people–plastic people
–you dream about…you think about…you eat
…you are…ooo-hoo-hoo…
Purple prancing–plastic people-