Title: "The A.N.S.W.E.R., my FRiendz..." Source:
Black XVI URL Source:https://freerepublic.com/focus/news/849830/posts Published:Oct 18, 2021 Author:Mudboy Slim Post Date:2021-10-18 10:24:42 by Mudboy Slim Keywords:None Views:194805 Comments:3554
"The A.N.S.W.E.R., my FRiends..." (To be sung to Bob Dylan's "Blowin' In the Wind")
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man? How many Dreams must each Tyrant kill before he's forced outta Power? How many Lives must Dem Socialists kill, before RATZ are forever banned?!!
The A.N.S.W.E.R, my FRiends, is Lib'ralismz DEAD!!! The A.N.S.W.E.R. is fightin' 'gainst RATZ Spin!!
How many Fears must the Networks create before RATZ're quashed by the FRee? How many years can RAT-sheeple persist that Mass-Murder's just peachy- keen?!! How many times can RATZ Hearts trick their Heads, pretending Slick's blacker than me?!
The A.N.S.W.E.R., my FRiends, is helping FReep RATZ pigs, The A.N.S.W.E.R. is blowin' out the Ditz's!!!
How many times must Lib'rals be duped before they will see RATZ LIE? How many victims must Sosh'lists have before Dem Rapists hear OUR cries? How many deaths will it take 'till World knows that Central Bureaucracies are VILE?!!
The A.N.S.W.E.R., my FRiends, is Fightin' 'Gainst RATZ Spin... The A.N.S.W.E.R. is taking down BIDEN. (gettin' outta the UN?!)
"Ol' Waco" (To be sung to Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young's "Ohio")
Kids slaughtered and Clinton's bloody... The blame it is all Slick's own... That April, Bill fried the cheeeldren... Scores dead in Ol' Waco!! Folks, we shan't bow to him... Righteous shall detach Slick's crown... Shouldda RESIGNED long ago... What did Slick do when "Reno" blitzkreig'd the Carmel Compound?! Rapist-in-Chief cheered his 'HO!!!!
La la la la la la la la... La la la la la la la... La la la la la la la la... La la la la la la la...
Sic Semper Tyrannis...FReepers, we must cast Slick down!!! History shall record it so!! What did Med'yuh do when 78 folks were torched to the ground?! How could Gore run when he know'd?!
Kids BUTCHERED by Clinton's bombin'... Why DID we raze Kosovo?!! War Criminals demand Justice!! [Thousands of] Serbs dead in Kosovo... Kids dead in Kosovo... Four dead in Ohio?! Scores dead in Ol' Waco!! How many more?!! Why weren't the Sheeple told?! REJECT RATZ MEDIA WHORE'D!!!
"When the LeftWing Breaks!!" (To be sung to Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks")
If it keeps on rainin', LeftWing's gonna break... If Left keeps on whinin', LeftWing's gonna break!! An' when the LeftWing breaks, RATZ got no place to stay!!
Effete Ol' Lib'rals taught US to weep an' moan...yeh... Elite Ol' Lefties taught US to weep an' moan... Bush's got what it takes to make a long-time RAT change his vote!! -ah~oh well, ah~oh well, ah~oh well-ah ooh-ooh.
RATZ, don't it make ya feel bad when yer tryin' to find a Hero?!! All DemRATZ have sunken so low!!!! If yer comin' down South, we got no use fer you... Best keep gettin' it on to Ol' Castro. Ahhh~eah, ahhh~eah, ahhh~eah hey hey.
Cryin' won't help ya, prayin' won't do ya no good, no... Slick...cryin' won't help ya, prayin' won't do you no good!! 'Cuz when Slick's stonewall breaks, Bubba'll git Dem BareArsedBlues!! Ah~ooh-hooh.
All last night, I FReeped all DemLefties...Left's Stoned-ahh, Yep, that's Right, I sat on the levee an' crooned!! A-thinkin' 'bout McAuliffe and Slick Willie's cellmates ahh-hah.
"Simple Man!!" (To be sung to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Simple Man")
His Mama told Bill...when he was young... "Slick, sit beside me...my eldest son. My life's been wasted...on Boyz who Play... So, please don't do this...you will thank me...Good Guys don't stray!! Ah, yes...
Stop spendin' time...with that Hill'ry lass! Her legs are stumps...and her ass is fat. Bill, find a woman...oh, yeah...you truly love... This Rodham chick, son...is Ol' Chi-ca-go Scum!!
Slick, life is simple...have a plan... Oh, be someone...folks trust, then you're a Man. Willie, be a simple, kindly man. Oh, won't you do this...for me, Slick...if you can!
Forsake your lust...for the ChinaMan's gold... Don't lust for Power...it corrupts your soul! Slick, you can do this...oh baby...if you try... All that I want for you, my son...is to say, 'I never lied!'
Slick, be a symbol...make your stand! Bill, serve your Country...if you're called to Viet Nam! Willie, life is simple...for a Man... You've been blessed, Slick...so give up...those one-night stands!!"
Slick said, "I WILL!!"
(The BigMan, Disco, and Mordecai Brown lettin' loose like nobody's bidness...)
You know the story...Slick loved hisself! Bill's Lust For Power...eclipsed all else! Committed TREASON...bombed babies...and HE LIED! Killed folks in Kosovo, Good Lord, just to cover up his crimes!!!!
Now Slick's a symbol...I can't stand... Gotta do something...perhaps, I'll start a band!! Willie, he's a symbol...Brave New World Man!! Good Folks, don't let this...Chi-Com Whore's...TREASON stand!
Willie, you're a simple, real awful man... You are "Guilty!!"...Time to Pay The Band!!!
Mudboy Slim
1 Posted on 07/02/1999 06:05:21 PDT by Mudboy Slim (Slickz@frickin.lout)
At home, whackin' willard o'er vanities...Ol' Slick's new "job." Yellow-bellied SCUM!! Bill Loathes the Military. (That's ME!!) Children slayed by tools of Butch Reno!! Medyuh didn't give attention...ohhh, to the fact that Bubba didn't care!! King Osama bil Clinton Fooled Left's Whore'd!!
Tyranny Woke and RATZ Shall Pay!!!!! McAuliffe Broke Laws...Indict Today!!!!!
Clearly, Slick remembers...sickenin' mudboy. Seems that intern sure could suck... Oooh...but Slick Unleashed a Lion!!! JimRob FReeped and Limbaugh's Legions Craved Justice!! How could we "forget?"!! 'Cuz Slick's hit US with his evil best!! My jaw ain't hurting, Slick's wide open. Just like the day...like the day we learn'd.... Daddies shouldn't give affection (NO!!) to interns the same age as Chelsea-dear. Queen HildaBeast the Wicked rules Slick's World.
"Dubyuh's Stand!!" (To be sung to Bruce Springsteen's "Jungleland")
(J-dog on pie-anny...somebody strokin' the fiddle....gently!!)
Our soldiers'll have their Homecoming...in DeeCee, 'cuz it's Right!! And DemocRATZ'll queue their DeanMachine...but we're ready fer the Fight!! Braindead Libs frettin' 'gainst what's Good and our God... Left promotes Fear...their loss's the Country's gain!! DemRATZ fight 'gainst our own...seditious stance... Dem Lib'rals, they lust fer Power like Ol' France... But can't escape Bill Clinton's scum stain!!
Well, that Ashcroft Lawman runs 'bout "flamin'" not chasing the RATZ or Ol' Slick Willie!! And the Libs round here are meek like shadows...always scair't of takin' stands!! Freep the churches...give RATZ Hell!! Freedom is the A.N.S.W.E.R. fer the World!! Patriots, join our band...Join in Dubyuh's Stand!!
The 4um gang's assembled...Forum's a rendezvous fer the Right!! We'll meet next to the White House exit line to sing against DeeCee's blight!! Folks, there's CORRUPTION up in the Beltway... Fer less Guv'ment, we in the RightWing shall rally!! Then the Limbaugh troops--DittoHeads--join our Righteous Fight!! We'll freep with pride 'til Clinton's debts are paid... Contract's made...We Shall RE-IMPEACH!! Libs trash our wars, trash our good name...suckers fer Big Guvernment dreams!! The EVIL LeftWing shunted...implodes 'cuzza rock'n'roll bands!! That face off against each other out in the street...Join OUR Righteous Stand!!
(Guitar jammin' by the Big Man)
In Left's Medyuh Pit, the luminaries fret 'cuz they ain't the rage. My friends, the "Hate Bush" dweebs are out there...but their Hatred is the Brain-Dead Way!! Power-hungry Lib'rals struggle 'gainst our Country... Desperate as the Right moves on... RATZ're kooks, but they'll splinter, then they're gone!!
(SlickWillie impersonator on saxaphone)
In DeeCee City, Bold Hearts freep... Bold ensigns fightin' fer what's Right...rememberin'... RATZ Power is lost...fool Lib'rals, they rot...refusin' to WIN...they surrender!! In the jukejoints uptown, the RATZ vile dream is fer Power!! BigShots reckon Power's their God-given Right!! RINOZ watchin while Independents're stole away... It's fer the World Right fights this noble fight!! Inside, the RightWing fight 'til Big Guv'ment's toast... You see, we're flesh while Left's fantasy!! Folks, the poets 'round here, we shout, "FReedom fer ALL!!" 'Cuz Right stands up fer our Liberty!! So come and freep fer what's Right...we'll peak fer our moment... The Right'll make an honest stand!! Left's mortally-wounded...BigGuv'ment's DEAD!! The Right is Dubyuh's Land!!
"Rich Men North of Richmond" (As sung by Oliver Anthony)
[Verse 1] I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day Overtime hours for bullshit pay So I can sit out here and waste my life away Drag back home and drown my troubles away
[Pre-Chorus] It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to For people like me and people like you Wish I could just wake up and it not be true But it is, oh, it is
[Chorus] Livin' in the new world With an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord knows they all just wanna have total control Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do And they don't think you know, but I know that you do 'Cause your dollar ain't shit and it's taxed to no end 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
[Verse 2] I wish politicians would look out for miners And not just minors on an island somewhere Lord, we got folks in the street, ain't got nothin' to eat And the obese milkin' welfare
[Verse 3] Well, God, if you're 5-foot-3 and you're 300 pounds Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds Young men are puttin' themselves six feet in the ground 'Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin' them down
[Pre-Chorus] Lord, it's a damn shame what the world's gotten to For people like me and people like you Wish I could just wake up and it not be true But it is, oh, it is
[Chorus] Livin' in the new world With an old soul These rich men north of Richmond Lord knows they all just wanna have total control Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do And they don't think you know, but I know that you do 'Cause your dollar ain't shit and it's taxed to no end 'Cause of rich men north of Richmond
[Outro] I've been sellin' my soul, workin' all day Overtime hours for bullshit pay
I've been pickin' on the same backboard since I was just a boy with a dream My daddy had a calf baby horse By down in the field, running backer and things Preacher talk about heaven son, it sure sounds nice At least I can tell them that I had me a slice Nobody singing songs about Virginia But sweet Virginia's always a singing to me
Down some old backer roads Where the green grass grows On down in the hills Where the folks on horseback rode Lordy I'll tell the youngins when I grow old What they all told me Lord, they don't never sing songs about Virginia But sweet Virginia's always a singing to me
I've got a lighter, I've got a bowl I know a spot where the law don't go Now we can smoke something My daddy never grow back in his day
Down some old backer roads Where the green grass grows On down in the hills Where the folks on horseback rode Lordy I'll tell the youngins when I grow old What they all told me Son, they don't never sing songs about Virginia But sweet Virginia's she's a always singing to me
Appalachian singer and songwriter, Oliver Anthony has struck a chord with his plaintive ballad, “Rich Men North of Richmond,” which remains No. 1 on iTunes. The song caused the incurable weenies at Rolling Stone to suffer a major fit of cognitive dissonance. Here was a real country boy with nothing but a $650 guitar (Gretsch G9220 Bobtail Round-neck Mahogany Body Resonator) and microphone, with no recording studio, singing a song that instantly resonated with millions of people. The single’s release and stunning reception may be one of the most extraordinary events in American recording industry history. In response, Rolling Stone senior editor and country columnist, Joseph Hudak, reported:
Right-Wing Influencers Just Found Their Favorite New Country Song In “Rich Men North of Richmond,” a singing farmer in Virginia blasts high taxes and obese people on welfare, and even appears to allude to Jeffrey Epstein.
Right-wing influencers are losing their minds over a new country song that just appeared on streaming services today. …
Apparently like so many people who work in America’s Fascist-Corporatist entertainment industry—an industry that imposed the strictest conceivable COVID-19 vaccine mandates and ferociously punished any artist who didn’t comply with them— Mr. Hudak is determined to remain tone-deaf to all heartfelt expressions by millions of working class Americans who have felt ever-more left behind and snubbed since the 2008 Financial Crisis.
Oliver Anthony—whose real name is Christopher Anthony Lunsford— not only sings the truth of how he feels, he writes with great candor about himself and the world as he sees it. As he recently wrote in a long Facebook post:
"People in the music industry give me blank stares when I brush off 8 million dollar offers. I don't want 6 tour buses, 15 tractor trailers and a jet. I don't want to play stadium shows, I don't want to be in the spotlight. I wrote the music I wrote because I was suffering with mental health and depression. These songs have connected with millions of people on such a deep level because they're being sung by someone feeling the words in the very moment they were being sung. No editing, no agent, no bullshit. Just some idiot and his guitar. The style of music that we should have never gotten away from in the first place.
My legal name is Christopher Anthony Lunsford. My grandfather was Oliver Anthony, and "Oliver Anthony Music" is a dedication not only to him, but 1930's Appalachia where he was born and raised. Dirt floors, seven kids, hard times. At this point, I'll gladly go by Oliver because everyone knows me as such. But my friends and family still call me Chris. You can decide for yourself, either is fine.
In 2010, I dropped out of high school at age 17. I have a GED from Spruce Pine, NC. I worked multiple plant jobs in Western NC, my last being at the paper mill in McDowell county. I worked 3rd shift, 6 days a week for $14.50 an hour in a living hell. In 2013, I had a bad fall at work and fractured my skull. It forced me to move back home to Virginia. Due to complications from the injury, it took me 6 months or so before I could work again.
From 2014 until just a few days ago, I've worked outside sales in the industrial manufacturing world. My job has taken me all over Virginia and into the Carolinas, getting to know tens of thousands of other blue collar workers on job sites and in factories. Ive spent all day, everyday, for the last 10 years hearing the same story. People are SO damn tired of being neglected, divided and manipulated.
In 2019, I paid $97,500 for the property and still owe about $60,000 on it. I am living in a 27' camper with a tarp on the roof that I got off of craigslist for $750.
There's nothing special about me. I'm not a good musician, I'm not a very good person. I've spent the last 5 years struggling with mental health and using alcohol to drown it. I am sad to see the world in the state it's in, with everyone fighting with each other. I have spent many nights feeling hopeless, that the greatest country on Earth is quickly fading away.
That being said, I HATE the way the Internet has divided all of us. The Internet is a parasite, that infects the minds of humans and has their way with them. Hours wasted, goals forgotten, loved ones sitting in houses with each other distracted all day by technology made by the hands of other poor souls in sweat shops in a foreign land.
When is enough, enough? When are we going to fight for what is right again? MILLIONS have died protecting the liberties we have. Freedom of speech is such a precious gift. Never in world history has the world had the freedom it currently does. Don't let them take it away from you.
Just like those once wandering in the desert, we have lost our way from God and have let false idols distract us and divide us. It's a damn shame."
My heads been hurting My backs been achin The waters drying up Theres a war in the makin People eating bugs cause they wont eat bacon Dog-gonnit
Needles in the streets Folks hardly surviving Sidewalks next to hiways Full of cars self driving Poor keep hurting Rich keep thriving Dog gonnit
Theres a little town somewhere The only thing you hear at night is that old mill humming The only time traffic backs up Is when that old sweet north and southern train is runnin with me and a Dog- gonnit Just me and a dog -gonnit
People crying about burning coal Not the poor souls whos-is digging it I reckon theres been many good men in the grave trying to keep our houses lit Down in the oil fields Pipelines linemen and the coal mines So we can sit at home and plug in a new fangled bullshit And republicans and democrats I swear they are all just fill of crap I ain never met a good city slicker Bureaucrat
Theres a little town somewhere The only thing you hear at night is that old mill a-humming The only time traffic backs up Is when that old sweet north and southern train is hummin
with me and a Dog-gonnit with me and a Dog-gonnit
My heads been hurtin My backs been achin The waters drying up Theres a war in the makin People eating bugs cause they wont eat bacon Dog-gonnit
He claims he is apolitical, but he's certainly anti-Left, imho...MUD
Granddaddy grew up on dirt floors The whole county was dirt poor Momma died when he was four What a damn shame
They grew tobacco and raised hogs Seven youngins and some old dogs I reckon they were livin' high on the hog Way back in their day
He'd say, "You won't born, to just pay bills and die" You won't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack with a creek in the back And a... a good woman to hold You don't need that rich man's gold
People walkin' down easy street Actin' like they've got hot coals under their feet But they ain't been a day without nothin' to eat You bet the farm on that
You gotta start livin' off the land, and livin' on love Givin' up thanks to the Lord above 'Cause when they put you down in that cold dark ground
You gonna wish you won't born to just pay bills and die You won't born to just pay bills and die All you need is a dog, a shack with a creek in the back And a... a good woman to hold Don't need that rich man's gold
Looking forward to seeing this young man perform LIVE...MUD
That old darlin' of mine is like a 90-some Chevy She rides just right when you turn her on The only thing sounds better than that old 350 Is when she's runnin' up to kiss me when I get home It's been a hard day I tell you darlin' it's been a long week Might have to load up the dogs Go and listen to the frogs croaking down in the creek We can take it nice and slow A case of beer and it's hella cold Let the sun sink good and low There ain't no tellin' where we'll go In the back of that 90-some Chevy In the back of that 90-some Chevy
She's hotter than hell, I'm higher than gas She's sweeter than honey, I'm poor white trash She ain't had a check that I couldn't cash I guess that she's my Carter and I'm her Cash And I've been sittin' around drinkin' on it I guess I'm gonna have to get me a ring and get it on it
That old darlin' of mine is like a 90-some Chevy She rides just right when you turn her on The only thing sounds better than that old 350 Is when she's runnin' up to kiss me when I get home It's been a hard day I tell you darlin' it's been a long week Might have to load up the dogs Go and listen to the frogs croaking down in the creek We can take it nice and slow A case of beer and it's hella cold Let the sun sink good and low There ain't no tellin' where we'll go In the back of that 90-some Chevy In the back of that 90-some Chevy
That old darlin' of mine is like a 90-some Chevy She rides just right when you turn her on
Well my poor old Wife, grabbed a shot box of lead Ran a 410 slug, plum through her head She said she'd rather be living in hell, than with me instead And I can't, find fault, in that
'Cause these Cobwebs and Cocaine, are the only things left in my brain I'm shoveling coal, on the midnight train Headed straight, toward the depths, of hell
Well my damned old dog, done ran away Couldn't stand, seeing me, living life this way He'll never come home, but that's okay And I can't, find fault, in that
'Cause these Cobwebs and Cocaine, are the only things left in my brain I'm shoveling coal, on the midnight train Headed straight, toward the depths, of hell
