A Slippery Slope
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Why do the best of us succumb to hatred? What drives us to consider
ourselves, or our ilk, better than the rest - and therefore, deserving of
more? When di...
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Entertainer*
I am the entertainer, the idol of my age
I make all kinds of money when I go on the stage
You see me in the papers, I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold, I won't get sold
I get put in the back in the discount rack
Like another can of beans
I am the entertainer and I know just where I stand
Another serenader and another longhaired band
Today I am your champion,
I may have won your hearts
But I knew the game, you'll forget my name
I won't be here in another year
If I don't stay on the charts.
Taken in New Orleans :)
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