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The Art of No

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  The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
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Celeste Goya's Dog Paradox

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Celeste Goya's Dog Paradox
Reawakened as your own victim
From your once grandeur
Of yesterday's colonial might
Enter the paranoia
The loss of identity
Kill to be killed
Rape to be raped
Pilfer to be pilfered

The illusion of territory gained
False promises of maintaining identity
Kill the rabid dog
The dog is you
Protect what you wanted to destroy

To bring this world to an end
To return to your righteousness
Paid through ruthless means
The real cost is your victory





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