Hi!

As McCain gets a bit more behind in the polls, his campaign gets nastier. Some suggest that he can no longer afford the positive attidude. It’s time to get real.

Palin and McCain both tried to expose, what they call the ‘real’ Obama. That is, his hidden ugly side that interacts with terrorists etc. In an attempt to change focus from today’s america to Obama’s past, they have tried to raise doubt about his person. I personally think that this plan is kinda stupid and leaves everyone with the impression of the GOP as a political party without a message.

And then, this happened. THAT ONE! Does this miniature semantic mistake from McCain in the middle of the second debate in fact show us the real McCain? One can only guess. I think not - but I know that the strategy has backfired. As many other strategies from the McCain/Palin camp.

To the nerds: YES, It’s sounds like and is inspired by a well known Beatles song!

That One!

That one
turned this thing upside down
and that shouldn’t be allowed
so I’ll dig myself a hole in the ground

That one
is not playing it fair
It’s soon getting to where
I will call someone who cares

Tell me something real for once
or are you just hanging out?
Tell me something real for once
or are you just fooling around?

That one
got me feeling alone
with a red cup to go
so I’ll find myself a new crop to sew

Hi all.

This week’s episode deals with the American economy once again. It got worse.
Tonight the Senate will vote for the rescue plan one more time.
McCain predicts catastrophe if it’s turned down by the Senate.

The song is called Take me to the Meeting on Time, and is in a style I never tried before.
See if I got away with it.

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Take me to the Meeting on Time

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On the right hand sinde is pole and a kiss
on the cheek of some old lady’s shirt
I gotta run ’till I hide nowhere possible in sight
and on my shoulder sits a vulture with a flirt

Take me to the meeting on time

To much making it through can kill a lawyer or two
and too much drinking won’t suffice to the end
I gotta pacemaker beepin’ and a woman who’s weeping
I have a whole lotta time to spend

When the pressure get’s too much I start clinging to my crotch
and grabbing things from the closets in my room
In the dark I wear a mask and in the day time I am dead
You gotta get me up in time for the moon

Take me to the meeting on time

Hi there

The staggering economy is the inspiration for this week’s song.
I have absolutely nothing intelligent to say about the crisis and the forthcoming difficulties for the world. In stead I wrote a song only mildly connected with this topic.
It’s called ‘Go to go down to the River’. I hope you enjoy.

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Got to go down to the river
the rain’s raining down on me
Got to go down to the rail road tracks

Got to go down to the river
the rain’s raining down on me
Got to go down to the rail road tracks

Me and the others, we drifted away
from where once were.
So they say that we fell down on our backs.

For the first time ever a song from One Weekly Gun was played live yesterday.
It was at my own private wedding party, the song was The Last Spark from THIS EPISODE.

The happy band that made my night was A Kid Hereafter. You should check these extreemely talented kids out!

www.akidhereafter.com

For the first time ever, One Weekly Gun had more than 1.000 visitors in one day. The happy day was yesterday 7th of September 2008!

Hi everybody.

I just came back from a quick visit to Seattle and the Bumbershoot Festival. It was really nice and what FANTASTIC people there!! I had a really good time chatting to people at the festival. Sometimes we europeans think that we are all alone - we certainly have some good pals over there! Cheers!

Well, apart from the festival and visiting historic landmarks as the house where Kurt Cobain shot himself one major thing had an impact on me. Well two actually - counting Obamas speech at the democratic convention in Denver that is. The appearance of Sarah Palin. The govenor from Alaska, and now crown princess of McCains potential chair in the oval office. WOW! What a gal! Yihaa!

And what a fantastic moron she is. She held a very special speech, when she was revealed as the vice presidential candidate. I made a song about, what it sounded like in my ears.

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Pro-Fight

We’re gonna rid the streets of every fag
And send every healthy boy away to Iraq
This is how we will relieve this country’s burdened back
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah
singin’ ooh-la-di-lah

Confess to the choir
Confess to the status quo
Repeat the mantra the resides within
The blockbuster devil is a big black sin

Confess to the maker
Confess every microscope
The truth lies in babies that have not yet been born
The net beneath Darwin is about to be torn

The rural Alaska has got it right
Pro-choice is substituted with a Pro-fight
In school you will learn about intelligent design
And that kingdom comes from a bold decline

Confess to the choir
Confess to the status quo
Repeat the mantra the resides within
The blockbuster devil is a big black sin

Confess to the maker
Confess every microscope
The truth lies in babies that have not yet been born
The net beneath Darwin is about to be torn

HI!

Well as most of you possibly noticed, last week’s song did not arrive on time.
Let’s just say, that I had alot of technical difficulties…

Anyway here it is.
The track was inspired by the übercool Nurse Dee, who introduced me to the verb ‘cutting’ - in the sense of someting having an edge. I promised to make the term the prime subject of the following song, and here I deliver. Having in mind the mild controversy following olympic champion Usain Bolt and his choice of NOT congratulating his fellow runners after the final in which he set his second world record at these games.

Who cares about how he behaves? He runs faster than you!

Interesting fact: Mrs. Gun aka Captain Woman is on the vocals of the first verse. Apparently my bid was a bit on the false side - too much for proff. taste.

Coming up is exciting new guest appearances and a ph.d. about yours truly.
Hopefully the podcast feature will also be available soon - as the newsletter.

Tonight I’m Cutting

Pompous, service, galant, delight
legs, lines, television
fixture, mortgage, ambition, foresight
anger, happier, alien

There’s truth in any kind of measuring of the weather
Look ’round the corner there is always someone better
In God you trust to be a healthy happy athlete
And when you win you sign the contract for cash
Hands down.

Tonight I’m going through the wall
Tonight I’m cutting
Tonight I’m leaping for the fall
Tonight I’m running

So we’re connecting with the game of setting standards
You either win or loose – or get a slander.
Who cares ’bout who’s outside the walls of coloseum
Compress the wound, lie down. Pretend you’re home.
Fall down.

Tonight I’m going through the wall
Tonight I’m cutting
Tonight I’m leaping for the fall
Tonight I’m running

Good Evening!

Did you watch the grand opening of the Olympic Games in Beijing a few days ago?
Wheeeeew! What a masterpiece conglomerate of fascinating culture and cheesy artwork.
And the chinese government even controlled the weather - on top of everything else in China.
- But I must admit, I love the exstremely tight coordinated events of the opening. The happenings with hundreds of people doing the same. Wow.

This week’s song is about just that. It’s about being an individual in a massive crowd. Like in China I guess.
The value of the individual is not of greatest importance in China - so we hear. But that’s the beauty of a millitary parade isn’t it? Admit it - you like it!

The Last Spark

As the head is going back, prepare for a heart attack
Follow the dots as you wait for it to end
Good luck and break a leg - we’re about to undertake
Something that someone will never forget

So here I go, I’m alive and the stars are butterflies
Look at me as I fly from the world
I will say goodbye, but my light will never end
As I am the last spark to leave the stadium

So go to sleep and dream of me. I’ll be home finally.
Going to a place where the lights are strong
I will steal my way out of here and into the atmosphere
Out to the stars, where I belong

So here I go, I’m alive and the stars are butterflies
Look at me as I fly from the world
I will say goodbye, but my light will never end
As I am the last spark to leave the stadium

See also: THIS POST

Good Evening!

The starlet of starlets, jet-setter of jet-setters, empty-well of empty-wells has set foot in my hometown Copenhagen! For once Denmark is on the global gossip map (well the map for people who cares about Paris Hilton’s whereabouts that is.)

This extraordinary event could not go by without being celebrated in song by One Weekly Gun! Let’s all get together and join hands for the one and only Paris Hilton. The ultimate victim of evil jokes. Letterman’s favourite boxing ball. Perhaps the smartest girl of all.

While we laugh at her, she laughs even harder at us. The massive interest in her well hidden personality generates itself AND a swollen bank account for Paris Hilton. Well this is old news.

Instead let’s join hands and choose our own Paris Hiltons from our own ugly crowd. We are grim freaks compared to Paris - living a prmitive and prehistoric lifestyle. Let’s choose our own Paris Hiltons - let them be our idols. Perhaps the then old Paris Hilton will adore them too.

Oh, Paris!

From New York City comes a simple life phenomenon
About to show the world the changes that she has undergone
Compare the value of a visit with the the royal salaries
Farewell market share, hi hollow company

To compete you better learn how to design a purse
And don’t concede until it’s crude enough to reimburse
The feelings you invested in your social standpoint in the the pack
When the rich get poor the past is coming back

Oh Paris

Come boys and girls let’s learn to live a life like Paris does
Except you don’t have to be famous to be one of us
Nor does it help your membership to be a millionaire
Or part of any crowd ’bout which we do not care

Let’s welcome every happy freak that noone monitors
And get them all an individual press officer
You kids will sing along with dedication to the song
About the species group to which you belong

Oh Paris

Dearest readers of One Weekly Gun.

Yours truly have struggled himself through a wedding(my own), a vacation and my own two wedding parties for the last month! It has been an enjoyable and quite substantial mess, i should say. But who am I to complain? I’m married!

So much for pathos.

This week’s episode features the weel known and hard-to-find war criminal Radovan Karadzic. Karadzic is a Bosnian serb, shrink and poet/author. He’s mostly known for having given the order for the systematic genocide of Bosnian muslims and Croats during the 90’s. For the last 13 years he has kept a very low profile, living i Belgrade under a new (stolen) identity.

This song is about Radovan, and portrays him as a crooked untouchable coward in his hiding place. When he doesn’t need other people he kills them - when he needs their identity, he just takes it.

What a jerk.

My Own Sweet Nothing

Hate is the name
of the love for the people
Fake are the same
citizens of the real world

We’ve got the blues
and we wont change the picture
Me, I’m the bruise
from an astmatic seizure

Stay in the game
Play as another
Take what is left of my own sweet nothing

Man eating friend
You don’t see what is coming
Slowly shit’s hitting the fan
I myself am drowning.

Cutting the kite from the rope
Always breaking the circle
Me I’m stealing the day
I’m a man eating girdle

Lay in the grave
Lay as another
Take what is left of my own sweet nothing