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Politicians' Row Variations on the theme Desolation Row (Bob Dylan 1965) They're selling postcards of the hearing, they're painting their faces brown. The beauty parlor is filled with senators, the circus is in town. Here comes the faithful nominee, they've got him in a trance. One hand's tied to the tightrope walker, the other is in his pants. And the Democrats, they're restless, they need somewhere to go. As Rachel and Don look out tonight on Politicians' Row. Susan Collins, she seems so easy; "It takes one to know one," she smiles, and puts her vote in her back pocket, Mata Hari style. Then in comes McConnell, he's moaning, "You Belong

Herman Melville is justly famous for his richly-woven and heroic tales of adventure at sea. But through some strange twist of fate and perception, his other literary works are almost unknown. Notable among these are his meticulous contributions to the literature of fine, exotic cuisine, which he compiled over the years in the course of his extensive travels, as his culinary tastes developed and matured in step with his accumulating knowledge of the sea. Having been particularly enamoured of the subtle delights he experienced in the orient, and so painfully aware of their absence whenever he returned home, he had taken it upon himself to learn

Sitting in the corner Of the bathroom at school I think of how things were And how we were cool Smoking in the canyons Right next to the playground Ditching the school's minions And running from their sounds. Then we stole alcohol From a parent's liquor store And I had such a ball All I wanted was more. So I drank every day, And drinking, drinking still Finally had its way And bent me to its will. And now it isn't cool, Drinking my life away, I have just played the fool, Getting drunk every day.