One of the most annoying things about John McCain is the creepy way he has of saying, "My friends," as if he were Mafia don, insinuating a deep connection that you were never a willing party to.
But, then it dawned on me, that although that was clearly what eminated from his being, the universe had other things in mind, things I already knew very well, from a song that Souxsie and the Banshees released the same year that McCain was first elected to the Senate, a song that echoed with with the refrian, "my friend," a song--fittingly enough--about the destruction of Pompeii. And so, to exorcise the creepy insinuation McCain's most unwanted familiarity, I take this occassion, this Saturday Night, to share this antidote with you:
Cities in Dust Siouxsie and the Banshees
Water was running; children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain, a golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares shrine?
But ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
But ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
your city lies in dust
Water was running; children were running
We found you hiding, we found you lying
Water was running; children were running
We found you hiding, we found you lying
your city lies in dust, my friend
ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Hot and burning in your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes .......
Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Your city lies in dust, my friend
Ohh oh your city lies in dust, my friend
Ohh oh your city...
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