23 Comments - VanillaMan - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 11:39 am: The Session’s Over - Comden/Green, enhanced by VanillaMan The Session’s over It’s time to call it a bust They been exposed as Buffoons And thrown all our trust away It’s time to wind up the masquerade Just make your mind up the piper must be paid The Session’s over The forces for change won’t win They waffled and spun through the night What ever happened to our reformer, Quinn? They tried to stall it, now all dreams end Empty your wallet, the Session’s over It’s all over, my friend It’s time to move out of this state, and begin your business and life again! - VanillaMan - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:05 pm: Pretend It’s 1959 - Prince, enhanced humbly by the Artist Formerly Known as VanillaMan The GA was schemin’ when I wrote this Forgive me if it goes astray But when I woke up this mornin’ Coulda sworn it was Session-Ending day The budget was bleedin’ red There were people runnin’ everywhere Tryin’ to run from the destruction You know I didn’t even care ‘Cuz they say we’re finally bankrupt, party over Oops out of time So tonight I’m gonna pretend it’s 1959. That year was the year that liberal thinking was really hot! With Kennedy, Stevenson, and Tobor that cool robot! But reality in a cruel world wasn’t meant to last, So let’s pretend Obama is JFK and hot to trot! War is all around us Cheney says prepare to fight So if we gotta die Let’s crash the economy and do it right! Yeah, they say we’re broke, the party over Oops out of time So tonight I’m gonna pretend it’s 1959 Yeah Lemme tell ya somethin’ If you like our taxin’ party Don’t bother knockin’ on Michael’s door He’s got a daughter to get elected And baby he’s ready to score! Yeah, da terrorists got a bomb This could be the end of days So before we’ll let that happen We’ll legalize pot and marriage for gays They say the GOP’s power is party over Oops out of time They’re runnin’ outta time So tonight we gonna, we gonna (Tonight I’m gonna pretend it’s 1959!) Say it one more time Wall Streets collapsed, party over Oops out of time No, no So tonight we gonna, we gonna (Tonight I’m gonna pretend it’s 1959) Alright, it’s 1959 You say it, 1959 1959 1959 don’t stop, don’t stop, say it one more time - wordslinger - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:12 pm: With apologies to a very trippy Kenny Rogers and the New Edition: Picture Patrick Collins as The Dude, dancing around a surreal brass rail. WHAT CONDITION MY COMMISSION IS IN Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, What condition my commission is in, I woke up this morning, with the Sun-Times shining in, I found reform in the hands of, Ma-di-gan, I shook and cried, baby, that’s no lie, I wished I still had the F-B-I, I just dropped in to see, What condition my commission was in, Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, What condition my commission was in, I pushed my soul in the dome, And then I followed it in, I watched reform crawling out, As I was crawling in, I got up so tight, I couldnt unwind, I called up Quinn, but he had no time, I just dropped in, To see what condition my commission was in, Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, What condition my commission was in, Someone painted April fool in lights on the Big Board sign They were passing reform, baby, but the bills, no, they weren’t mine Eight days in Springfield and I got nowhere I’m the White Knight but they just don’t care I just dropped in to see what condition my commission was in I just dropped in, To see what condition my commission was in, I said I just dropped in to see, What condition my commission was in. - These are my thoughts - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:16 pm: (circus music) (slowly turns into twangy banjo muusic) Ya all come back for a good ol’ laugh next year, ya hear! - VanillaMan - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:25 pm: Well done wordslinger! I never heard of that song, though - is there an audio file out there you can link us to? - Semisonic says it all - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:27 pm: Closing Time Closing time - time to send press releases out to the world. Closing time - tax hikes on the way for every boy and girl. Closing time - the GOP and Dems finish their whiskey or beer. Closing time - go back to your districts cuz you can’t stay here. No state budget ever cut to the bone. No ethics reforms for people at home. It’s as if we’re still working for Blago. Take me home… Closing time - time for you to go back to Alton or Addison. Closing time - this chamber won’t be open ’til a statewide race has a Madigan. So gather up your jackets, and capital projects - pork projects are your only friends Closing time - Saputo’s will be empty now that session is ready to end. Yeah, disappointed Pat Collins is heading home. Cullerton’s new best friend is Christine Radogno. The Dems stuff remap reform down a black hole.. Take me home… Closing time - The Tribune ed board says all of us are just scum… Mike Madigan is smiling as he drives home. Pat Quinn says the mansion is his summer home.. Only tourists will be amused under the silver dome. Take me home… Closing time - every veto session comes from some other session’s end… - HoosierDaddy - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:28 pm: To the tune of my favorite Chicago song… “45 or 6 to 4″ Senate session ends today Wonder how late we’re gonna stay? Bills are stacked up to the sky Giving up I close my eyes… Should we try to pass one more? 45 or 6 to 4… Deadline’s looming in our face Passing bills at record pace Deficit’s out of control No way to plug that F’in’ hole They’re voting on the Senate floor 45 or 6 to 4… We ought to just give up and sleep Before this problem gets to deep But John is calling for a vote A bill to get some bonds to float We’re voting on the Senate floor 45 or 6 to 4 45 or 6 to 4 - HoosierDaddy - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:39 pm: Love it Semisonic! I was thinking of that song, too, but I couldn’t get the words to flow… - wordslinger - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:41 pm: VMan, go to youtube.com and search “The Big Lebowski - Gutterballs” and you’ll find a trippy dream scene with the song. And my mistake, it’s Kenny Rogers and the First Edition, not New Edition. If you haven’t seen the flick, The Dude likes to roll. And The Dude abides. I’m not posting the link because there’s a split second of R-rated material. - 47th Ward - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:41 pm: The End, by the Doors. No enhancement necessary. This is the end beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I’ll never look into your eyes Again There are way too many f-bombs that follow, which while appropriate to the way I feel about the end of session shenanigans underway, are not CapFax friendly. - OneMan - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:43 pm: Too Baby’s Got back I like Reform and I can not lie You other Goo-Goos can’t deny When a proposal gets out of committee You want to party in Springfield City .. all I have time for right now - hadenough? - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:52 pm: - lake county democrat - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 12:55 pm: When I was younger so much younger than today I never needed anybody’s help in any way But now those days are gone, my district’s not secure I need to bulletproof my seat and do it behind closed doors Help me reelect, my polls are down I’ll do whatever you say Mike just keep me in town Help me to retire with my pension safe and sound Won’t you please, please help me? - DuPage Boy - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 1:33 pm: wordslinger song is the best so far - anon414 - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 1:55 pm: vman this question of the day was screaming your name all over it. loved you prince 1959 song - Dooley Dudright - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 2:38 pm: To the tune of “Hotel California”, by the Eagles — the last two lines: “Sine die?” scoffed the Speaker “Wishful thinking, I believe. We can adjourn any time they’d like But they can never leave!” - Enjoy! - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 2:56 pm: (To the tune of ‘Blame It’ by Jamie Foxx) Blame in on Rod, he got us in this spot… Blame on Roland, his Senate seat is stolen… Blame it on the p-p-p-p-p-power trip, blame it on the p-p-p-p-p-power trip. Blame it on Obama, his leaving caused such drama… Blame it on Durbin, he’s always so uncertain… Blame it on the p-p-p-p-p-power trip, blame it on the p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-power trip-p-p-p-p. - Not The Dude - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 3:39 pm: The Brass Rail at the Statehouse On the rail at the Statehouse, rumors swirl all around Eaters searching for money, but not a dime to be found On the second floor below them, Quinn’s options grow slim He wants to give them everything they want, They want to take it from him The House Speaker and the President, tell him “tax hikes won’t pass now” Quinn backs off the proposal, and quizzingly asks, “but how?” They pass a partial-year budget, and voters aren’t on the hook (yet) We’re still a whole lot better off than when things were run by The Crook Welcome to the Brass Rail at the Statehouse Such a hectic pace Don’t I know your face? Plenty of room on the Brass Rail at the Statehouse ‘Cept when the G-A’s in You can hear the din Then Collins comes down to Springfield, he’s got no skin in the game Demanding all kinds of reforms, and sayin’ members are lame But members aren’t in the big house, the governors brought the shame No reform ever stopped a crook, because they’re just not that tame The goo goos loudly protest the, reform measures that pass Republicans join in with them, ‘cuz they got no brass No solutions would please them, they are programmed to complain “Do as I say not as I do,” are the, thoughts that do reign Welcome to the Brass Rail at the Statehouse Such a hectic pace Just get off my case Plenty of room at the Brass Rail at the Statehouse Party every night Best kept out of sight A public works project sanctioned, poker in every bar Higher fees on you and me, just to pay for it all And they dangled the projects, to get votes on the bill But then Quinn made them pass the rest, ‘fore they could go out and shill The last thing on the menu, before they could adjourn Lots of resolutions that say, just look what I done Relax, said the Speaker, things are under control Skip’s after session party’s just delayed a little more - Not The Dude - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 3:40 pm: That was to Hotel California - The Eagles - Bluefish - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 4:05 pm: I’ve been workin’ on a tax hike, All the live long day, I’ve been working on a tax hike, While the mushrooms waste away. Don’t ya hear the editorials blowing, We need reform today, We’ll keep the editors from steaming, Just give them F-O-I-A. I’ve been working on the tax hike, Taxpayers will have an attitude, But we’ll keep our safely drawn districts, Cause the remap bill got screwed. - Six Degrees of Separation - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 5:03 pm: Your ethics give me a thrill But your ethics don’t pay my bills I want money (that’s what I want) Gimme your money (that’s what I want) That’s what I wa-a-ant Baby, that’s what I want. - 10th Indy - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 5:19 pm: We All Got Fooled Again Imaginary fighting in the seats For our children and our needs But the morals they play-worship all have gone Though Pat Collins spurred them on Their judgment is all wrong They decided and the Speaker sings the song I’ll tip my hat to the sham resolution Take a bow for the fake revolution Smile and grin at the “change” all around Hand out my in-kinds and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray They all got fooled again We didn’t want no change to come Nobody listens all along No liberation from Blago, not at all So the world looks just the same And history ain’t changed ‘Cause the reformers all got beaten in this last war I’ll tip my hat to the sham resolution Take a bow for the fake revolution Smile and grin at the “change” all around Hand out my in-kinds and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray They all got fooled again They moved reform and redistricting aside No room for ethics even half alive Read all the papers and smile for the guys for you know that the politicians never lie Don’t ya? Yeah! There’s nothing in those seats Looks any different to me And their slogans are replaced by new lies So the party on the left Plays with the party on the right And their prizes all grow bigger overnight I’ll tip my hat to the sham resolution Take a bow for the fake revolution Smile and grin at the “change” all around Hand out my in-kinds and play Just like yesterday Then I’ll get on my knees and pray They all got fooled again We all get fooled again Yea, yea! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Meet the new boss Same as the old boss - ZC - Friday, May 29, 09 @ 5:24 pm: A member’s lament (with apologies to Willie): On the road again Just can’t wait to get on the road again But I’m in Hell with Cullerton and Madigan And I can’t wait to get on the road again On the road again Taxin’ places that I’ve never been Seein’ crackpot reforms cooked up by Pat Quinn, And I can’t wait to get on the road again. On the road again Like a band of mushrooms we grow by the highway We’re the best of friends Hopin’ that the Mac trucks don’t turn our way And our way Is on the road again Just can’t wait to get on the road again The life I love is givin’ earmarks to my friends And I can’t wait to get on the road again Sorry, comments for this post are now closed.