Rudolini

Sings Songs of Love



To accompany this post, scenes from my Saturday night

Intercut with Falco.

In German.

Proving yet again that in pop rock, and politics, understanding the words doesn't matter one little bit.

Only the hooks matter.

The beats.

The reprise.


So come on and

Rock me 9/11


Ooo rock me 9/11
Rock me 9/11...
Rock rock rock rock me 9/11
Rock me all the time to the top

He was a Mayor
And he lived in the big city
It was N’Yawk, was N’Yawk,
Where he pissed on everything
Race trouble, labor, mobsters,
But all the Soccer Mommies loved him
And wifey shouted:
Come on and rock me 9/11

9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, oh oh oh 9/11

He was Super Fucking Hero
He was popular
If knew nothing of him
Because he had flair
He was a virtuoso
With no more comb-over
And everyone shouted:
Come on and rock me 9/11

9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, oh oh oh 9/11

Come on and rock me 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, oh oh oh 9/11

It was around 2007
And it was in Primaries
Mob Fun to be hushed up
Amadou Diallo to be whited-out
All common knowledge in N’Yawk
But GOP was full of pinheads
And their women loved this punk

9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, oh oh oh 9/11

Come and rock me 9/11...

Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Yes yes yes
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me
Baby baby do it to me rock me

9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, 9/11
9/11 9/11, oh oh oh 9/11...

The GOP strategy is simplicity itself.

No subtly. No bullshitting around with the frontal lobes.

It's a full frontal assault.

Keep your whole sell under 10 syllables.

And. Just. Pound. It. Home.

It’s Elemental, and Musical, and effective, but sadly but not in a happy, fun,

Tom Lehrer kind of way