We thought John McCain might want something to listen to as he chucks his principles out of the bathroom window of the Straight Talk Express each time he capitulates to some figurehead of the religious right or hires one of the people who slandered him in 2000 to work on his campaign.
Enjoy Kiss the Ring, our song about McCain's dwindling integrity and the clip we cobbled together for it.
Kiss The Ring
There's a space at the table for everyone
From the crackpot fringe to the favorite sons, bring them in
Bow down and kiss the ring
Cozy up to the zealots and disown their quotes
From the hellfire preachers to the talk show hosts bickering
Kiss kiss, kiss the ring
Sign all the checks to the bottom of the deck
if it deals you a hand you can win
And I know it's just as well that a special place in hell
it can wait if they can help you get in
The purple hearts and silver stars that got you where you are
No they won't add up to a thing
'Cause all the guards on patrol in the circles that you roll
Will never ever let you make it anywhere unless you kiss the ring
Kiss the ring
Peeling off the cover of the old façade
If you can't beat them then give them a job, yes it's odd
The very same thugs that did you in
There's a reputation that you might've once deserved
Before the Straight Talk Express hit Dead Man's Curve
Even though I never agreed with you on much of anything
Put the bus in reverse as your principles disperse
And let the big games begin
Say goodbye to your code as you move on down the road
It won't do shit for you from here on in
The purple hearts and silver stars that got you where you are
No they won't add up to a thing
So Senator, it's time, let them kick you down the line
I hope that you don't mind the taste of metal 'cause it's time to kiss the ring
Kiss the wrong
I'm crossing your name off the list of people I respect but still disagree
If you expand your ranks to the likes of them it'll never include the likes of m
Of course I want you to lose, but maybe just maybe with some dignity
But it don't matter much how you do it, as long as you do
It'll be just fine with me
Sign all the checks to the bottom of the deck
if it deals you a hand you can win
And I know it's just as well that a special place in hell
it can wait if they can help you get in
The purple hearts and silver stars that got you where you are
No they won't add up to a thing
'Cause all the guards on patrol in the circles that you roll
Will never ever let you make it anywhere unless you kiss the ring
Kiss the ring
Welcome to Max and the Marginalized's page/blog, etc. We are a political band in Los Angeles. We write and record a new song every week (as of this writing we've been doing this for 32 weeks straight), always about something that week which we find worthy of our protestations. All the songs are available for download right here.
The idea is simple, really. How can bands claiming to want to make a difference write a song about, say, ending the war and then hold on to it to make a perfectly polished recording of it for their album which will come out in a year, secretly and shamefully hoping the war lasts until then so their song, marketed properly, will still be relevant?
We don't have any interest in that. We write songs about things that are happening now, record them, and release them with the hopes that they can be a small part of a big conversation that leads to real progress.
All of our songs appear on The Huffington Post with little blogs accompanying them explaining what they are about. Those can be found right here. We are also on MySpace like every other band in the universe, but are trying to move the operation to the non-Murdoch world at our Facebook Page.
Lineup: Max Bernstein - guitar + vocals. Dave Watrous - Bass. Jon Ryggy - Drums. Our friend Max Waker is a recording engineer and makes cartoons.
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