This song, this video, this band — they’re entirely appropriate to prevailing pandemic times, and yet six years and eleven months ago, on May 14, 2013 to be exact, “Strange Days” also fit like a glove as the single best way to summarize Bob Caesar’s milquetoast Bicentennial fix.
Now he’s ensconced in yonder Gahanesque bunker, mistaking himself for Dick Cheney.
The more things change, the stranger they remain.
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“As we await the awdit resolution, here’s a brand new Bicentennial anthem.”
Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They’re going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town
Yeah!
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it
Yeah!
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone
For more strange days, notice who’s taking credit for the downtown dining renaissance.
How will CeeSaw vote on the awdit resolution … or will be learn the meaning of recusal?
