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Why Hasn't Payne Signed Wayne Rooney? or, CSS Advice Please

Just watched Manchester United slap Arsenal up, down, and sideways around the Emirate 1-3, and if I was going to start a soccer team and had the number one pick of the draft, I'm taking Wayne Rooney, who besides having phenomenal skills has the best motor in professional soccer. Yowza.

Totally unrelated, I need some CSS coding, please, anyone. I'd like to widen the middle content column to a width of 440 while not diminishing the width of the maroon side columns; in other words, I want the additional width to come at the expense of the noxzema blue, not the maroon. Use the email link to the left or the top-secret email please. Help!

UPDATE!

Thanks to everyone who emailed and offered help. I figured out how to do it using custom CSS (luck only - it happened to be one of the examples offered in Typepad's CSS instruction page). Now I have to decide whether it's worth making three years of backposts look lame in exchange for a slightly newer look going forward. What a fucking dope.

And O! Fuck Typepad!

Autoblogography

Bowing Not Knowing to What

Fuck it, if I can't bring myself to ever vote for a Republican, I credit them pigging their pigginess, which is at least an immoral position, defended with fuck you dishonesty.

As part of the operations, Obama approved a Dec. 24 strike against a compound where a U.S. citizen, Anwar al-Aulaqi, was thought to be meeting with other regional al-Qaeda leaders. Although he was not the focus of the strike and was not killed, he has since been added to a shortlist of U.S. citizens specifically targeted for killing or capture by the JSOC, military officials said.

Om. If pigshit is immoral, chickenshit is amoral. Discuss with yourself which is worse, a worthless exercise whose effect on the life of me and mine and you and yours is as zero as the damn I pretend not rubbing is heroic.

Blegsylvania's getting quieter, not just political blegs, but music blegs, lit blegs, local and mofo blegs too. Maybe it's January, maybe it's work, maybe it's tweeter and fecebook and temblr. Maybe it's disillusionment and embarrassment and depression. Maybe it's no fun to ridicule pig immorality while confronting Dem chickenshittery. Maybe the realization that the trolley to Bananamerica is rolling down hill and has no brakes other than the crash, that it's gonna take decades to finally crash, and the ride's going to be as slow and painful as bleeding to death from a bullet in the gut, and where's the fun reading about that, thinking about that, writing about that?

It may be roobish to be despondent when I should be celebrating my twelfth trial separation from the Democratic Party - and I mean it this time - but fuck, I've always been the loud and foul-mouthed Jeremiah seeking false abysses and screaming screeds, but I never, old idiot, thought them futile to me until now.

I am a weathervane, and the muffle I'm feeling everywhere is the suffocating realization the picnic we were promised - the picnic we promised our kids - will be shittier next year and the year after that and each successive year hence until the picnics finally stop.

• Class and the State.

 

• Your overlords. UPDATE! Takedown!

• The issue isn't who Obama should be now, the issue is that whatever he does now is too late.

• UPDATE! "A day after bashing lobbyists, President Barack Obama’s administration has invited K Street insiders to join private briefings on a range of topics addressed in Wednesday’s State of the Union. The Treasury Department on Thursday morning invited selected individuals to “a series of conference calls with senior Obama administration officials to discuss key aspects of the State of the Union address.”

• UPDATE! Is this true? Odds Democrats seize opportunity?

• Krugman's obamapostasy.

• UPDATE! The dumbfuck Obama needs to fire. Will he?

• Priorities. He's a question: Mr Geithner, are you saying that if you hadn't done exactly as your overlords at AIG demanded, they would have allowed the United States to slide into Depression rather than do anything they didn't want to?

• Democratic shit's bait-and switch?

• Person's Who Need Persons.

• Devastating decision.

• Has, um, the Liberal Media - or the fucking DNC, or the fucking President - ran with the South Carolina pig who said welfare recipients are not better than stray animals? (As I type this, it's one hour before the SOTU: if Obama mentioned it - this won't post until post-SOTU - I might have to angle for a thirteenth trial separation from Democrats. No worries.)

• Historians versus Jonah Goldberg.

• Casa Stephanopoulos pretty much explains everything about your Liberal Media.

• MOCO have Fairfax-envy?
• West Baithersgurgle.
• UPDATE! Benny's an artist?

• Woman bit by cobra in Baltimore County parking lot! Fucking native Maryland cobras.
• Get your Marion Barry Words of Wisdom pins!

• RIP Howard Zinn. More.
• UPDATE! On Nina Powers and Feminism.
• Don't know what it's worth (UMBC makes the list), but the Top 200 most visited university websites.
• What's "experimental fiction" to today's young?
• Planet gets to read Heart of Darkness, I'm going to read along - Hey, MOCO high school English teacher, any suggestions on what I should focus on (and exclude) when she asks me what I think?
• Trials of the NBCC!
• New Robert Hass poem.
• UPDATE! Playpower.
• Toward a Theory of Surprise.
• Tim Parks reviews new Coetzee. (sub rqrd)
• Greatest award speech ever?
• Holyshit, check out all the new releases!
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Happy.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Wire.
• Moka's Top 200, part 8.

FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY DEATH

W.S. Merwin

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveler
Like the beam of a lightless star

Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And then shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what

Mood:

Mood

Bathing in the Drainage Ditch

How to Squander the Presidency in One Year:

There's only one political party in the entire world that is so inept, cowardly and bungling that it could manage to simultaneously lick the boots of Wall Street bankers and then get blamed by the voters for being flaming revolutionary socialists.

It's the same party that has allowed the opposition to go on a thirty year scorched earth campaign, stealing everything in sight from middle and working class voters, and yet successfully claim to be protecting ‘real Americans' from out-of-touch elites.

What, exactly, was Obama's political plan?

The Obama legislative agenda was built around an "advancing tide" theory.

Democrats would start with bills that targeted relatively narrow problems, such as expanding health care for low-income children, reforming Pentagon contracting practices and curbing abuses by credit-card companies. Republicans would see the victories stack up and would want to take credit alongside a popular president. As momentum built, larger bipartisan coalitions would form to tackle more ambitious initiatives.

Again, apologies for repeating myself, but Obama could order Arab-American's down to the cutest toddler burnt in a bonfire at half-time of the Super Bowl while Lee Fucking Greenwood sang God Bless the USA, and Republicans would scream Obama was soft on terrorism, and fucking Democrats wouldn't race to defend Obama much less counterattack the accusation.

If all American politics consists only of bitter fights over who controls the spigots, and who controls the spigots is loosely determined by pigs and roobs and the ability of the rival triscallions to ratchet pigs over roobs or roobs over pigs into temporary electoral victory, consider I am furiously screaming at Obama for truly believing in the power of reconciliation and cooperation in American civic life, the dumb motherfucker, rather than ordering all Republicans down to the cutest toddler burnt in a bonfire at half-time of the Super Bowl while the ghosts of Airplane play:

• The Shield of Achilles and the Guantanamo Suicides.
• It's too fucking late, for all Frank Rich calls Obama a pussy. The time to show populist courage was before populist rhetoric looks like the bullshit it is.
• Obamapostasy: remember this when he starts with the populist bullshit.

• UPDATE! To put it another way, Obama always looks like he's trying to have it both ways; he looks too clever by half.
• Pigshit in Your Fucking Washington Post.
• UPDATE! Obama's populism is to turn more conservative?
• Oligarchical Public Option.
• Law: What is it good for?
• Read this.
• On self-serving pathologies.
• Rhetorical question of the day: Where is the elected progressive leaping to savage Andre Bauer for saying: “My grandmother was not a highly educated woman but she told me as a small child to quit feeding stray animals. You know why? Because they breed. You're facilitating the problem if you give an animal or a person ample food supply. They will reproduce, especially ones that don't think too much further than that. And so what you've got to do is you've got to curtail that type of behavior. They don't know any better." It's not on Your Fucking Washington Post or New York Times as I type this either.
• Your Fucking Washington Post.
• Get this: E.J. Dionne calls for a revolution.
• Psych.
• Hamster Fascism?

• Hamster as Lab Rat of Liberal Fascism?
• We are the enemy.
• Београд, Србија. Elric, staying on Milentije Popovica street, isn't sentimental at being in his father's father's homeland: A word of warning: If you are looking forward to me waxing poetic about finally visiting the land where my father’s father came from, I am afraid you will go away disappointed. It won’t happen. The bottom line is that I just don’t care. Seriously. I am - by far - the least sentimental person any of you will ever have the opportunity of meeting. The only thing that might tie into that whole “Motherland” thing is my personal curiosity as to why old Rade would choose a life of miserable, dangerous, low-paying labor (and black lung to boot) in a country where he was considered a filthy expendable alien, rather than stay here. This place must really be the pits, I guess. I just haven’t seen it yet.
• UPDATE! None for me, thanks.
• Online Beaver issues?

• The State of Georgetown (the neighborhood, not the school).
• Commander Salamander closing, which is notable here because at least twenty-five years have passed since I was last inside buying nitrous oxide and papers.
• Maryland cracker wants to change my license plate.
• UPDATE!
  

  Foul odor prompts evacuation in area of Wheaton

NBCC 2009 nominations out:

Fiction:

• Bonnie Jo Campbell, American Salvage
• Marlon James, The Book of Night Women
• Michelle Huneven, Blame
• Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall
• Jayne Anne Phillips, Lark and Termite

Poetry:

• Rae Armantrout, Versed
• Louise Glück, A Village Life
• D.A. Powell, Chronic
• Eleanor Ross Taylor, Captive Voices: New and Selected Poems, 1960–2008
  
• Rachel Zucker, Museum of Accidents

Also notable - Vollmann's Imperial nominated in non-fiction, another book I'm too impatient to wait for paperback and then get crushed when the 20-ton hardback sucks to read in bed.

You've heard me yodel for Mantel enough - just read the mofo, OK? As for poetry, Armantrout's and Glück's books are good but snore, but Powell's Chronic is astonishing (and won't win). I've never heard of the other two. Good thing I have access to a major university's stacks.

• New Goldbarth poem.
• New Heather McHugh reviewed.
• Confessions of a Book Pirate.
• The new Spoon I've heard kinda sucks unto suck, yo.
• Magnetic Fields cover "If I Were a Rich Man." Really.
• What's on Bowie's iPod?
• Proof I'm the sentimental one: 

• Still holds up.
• New Yeasayer.
• Nick Drake.
• Darkblack's Sunday Overnight.
• Moka's Top 200, Number Nine.

CHRONIC

D.A. Powell

were lifted over the valley, its steepling dustdevils
the redwinged blackbirds convened
vibrant arc their swift, their dive against the filmy, the finite air

the profession of absence, of being absented, a lifting skyward
then gone
the moment of flight: another resignation from the sweep of earth

jackrabbit, swallowtail, harlequin duck: believe in this refuge
vivid tips of oleander
white and red perimeters where no perimeter should be

           here is another in my long list of asides:
why have I never had a clock that actually gained time?
that apparatus, which measures out the minutes, is our own image
                     losing, forever losing

and so the delicate, unfixed condition of love, the treacherous body
the unsettling state of creation and how we have damaged—
isn't one a suitable lens through which to see another:
                 filter the body, filter the mind, filter the resilient land

and by resilient I mean which holds
                 which tolerates the inconstant lover, the pitiful treatment
the experiment, the untried & untrue, the last stab at wellness

choose your own adventure: drug failure or organ failure
cataclysmic climate change
or something akin to what's killing the bees—colony collapse

more like us than we'd allow, this wondrous swatch of rough

why do I need to say the toads and moor and clouds—
in a spring of misunderstanding, I took the cricket's sound

and delight I took in the sex of every season, the tumble on moss
the loud company of musicians, the shy young bookseller
anonymous voices that beckoned to ramble
              to be picked from the crepuscule at the forest's edge

until the nocturnal animals crept forth
              their eyes like the lamps in store windows
                              forgotten, vaguely firing a desire for home

hence, the body's burden, its resolute campaign: trudge on

and if the war does not shake us from our quietude, nothing will

I carry the same baffled heart I have always carried
              a bit more battered than before, a bit less joy
for I see the difficult charge of living in this declining sphere

by the open air, I swore out my list of pleasures:
sprig of lilac, scent of pine
the sparrows bathing in the drainage ditch, their song

the lusty thoughts in spring as the yellow violets bloom
              and the cherry forms its first full buds
the tonic cords along the legs and arms of youth
              and youth passing into maturity, ripening its flesh
growing softer, less unattainable, ruddy and spotted plum

daily, I mistake—there was a medication I forgot to take
there was a man who gave himself, decently, to me & I refused him

in a protracted stillness, I saw that heron I didn't wish to disturb
was clearly a white sack caught in the redbud's limbs

I did not comprehend desire as a deadly force until—
             daylight, don't leave me now, I haven't done with you—
                           nor that, in this late hour, we still cannot make peace

if I, inconsequential being that I am, forsake all others
how many others correspondingly forsake this world

             light, light: do not go
I sing you this song and I will sing another as well

Theme Song 2.0 January 2010

I've never been more short-tempered. Everything pisses me off, especially everything pissing me off.

Where the Stars Have Swallowed Their Train Schedule

Regardless who's shittier, a Left-bat like me or a pig from the Right, our service is keeping the other from a triumphant American bat-Left or pig-Right.

Hah. We only thought we were fully-poked barking monkeys.

• I too wish I could enjoy this moment more. The most significant event in my life was my parents moving us from western Pennsylvania to MOCO when I was four. Growing up, going back to Fellsburg and Republic for holidays and a couple of weeks each summer and seeing the dead and dying coal and steel towns, then coming back to a vibrant and growing MOCO, gave me a sense of progress which I simply grew to accept as natural. I'm sorry for repeating myself, but it pisses me off to think that the world I'll leave Planet is far more likely to be worse and certainly will not be better than the world my parents left me.
• UPDATE! One step closer to the dream.
• Five jokes about Democratic pussiness includes: The entire United States Senate is flying on a plane when its engines start to fail. The plane starts falling through the sky. There are 100 senators on board, but only 41 parachutes. The Democrats say, “Let’s give all the parachutes to the Republicans—that way we can just sit on our fat asses and die while the plane crashes because we’re a bunch of self-hating pussies.”
• What the fuck has anything to do with Vietnam.
• The time to be a populist was a year ago.
• Thune 2012. Where are the fucking Democrats pointing out that every GOP economic position is Class Warfare on behalf of the elites? Rhetorical fucking question, that.
• One shrewd but empty move Obama could make is fire Tim Fucking Geithner.
• And other GOP Daddies still working the faucets.
• Of course.
• Too little too late.
• SCOTUS Unveils iNeda v2.0.
• Bitching at Ken Burns as ineffectual release.
• Your future Villager elites.
• The Guantanamo Suicides.
• Humans will kill everything in their pursuit for Utopia.
• Howard Zinn and the Myth of Good Wars. (h/t)
• How WaPo became Your Fucking Washington Post.
• Dudeism, The Faith that Abides.
• Best and Worse Jobs in US?
• Racism and Soccer.
• Eight ways to prepare your pet for war.
• Moscow's stray dogs.
• Reminds me of something I'd do.
  

• BRAC = My Future Hell.
• Kensington wants to wet its beak.
• Fobin Fucking Ricker. Please find his mailing address at the link and send him a letter impolitely asking him to fucking shut the fuck up and fucking die already, but please don't offer help him die: he's a litigious fuck.
• New Baithersgurgle High School?

• We should see if we could walk through one last time.
• MOCO Girl Gangs?
• Clarksburg!
• GOP government reopens pissers Dem governor closed.
• Hilltop Fighting Spirit!
• I don't care what they call it, I ain't going there.

• My once professor and still friend George has recommended only one book I didn't dig, Olivia Manning's Balkan Trilogy, just re-released as a NYRB classic, and since he badgers me about it - he thinks it's a masterpiece - and NYRB books are wonderfully designed and built and a joy to hold in your hands, OK, I'll try again.
• It's been twenty years at least since I read almost every Iris Murdoch novel, but if I was to recommend one it'd be The Sea, The Sea.
• Is it surprising that memoirs are flourishing in an age of reality shows?
• Deconstructive architecture.
• Lear, Madness, A Grandmother.
• Hemon in conversation.
• The unwritten second half of Karamazov?
• Remembering Kate McGarrigle.
• Here's where the obsessive part happened.
• Shearwater.
• Loud. On acid if possible.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• New Beach House.

FUCK THE ASTRONAUTS

James Tate

  I

Eventually we must combine nightmares

an angel smoking a cigarette on the steps
of the last national bank, said to me.
I put her out with my thumb. I don’t need that

cheap talk I’ve got my own problems.

It was sad, exciting, and horrible.

It was exciting, horrible, and sad.

It was horrible, sad, and exciting.

It was inviting, mad, and deplorable.
It was adorable, glad, and enticing.

Eventually we must smoke a thumb

cheap talk I’ve got my own angel

on the steps of the problems the bank

said to me I don’t need that.

I will take this one window
with its sooty maps and scratches
so that my dreams will remember
one another and so that my eyes will not
become blinded by the new world.

   II

The flames don’t dance or slither.
They have painted the room green.

Beautiful and naked, the wives

are sleeping before the fire.
Now it is out. The men have

returned to the shacks,

slaved creatures from the forest

floor across their white

stationwagons. That just about
does it, says the other,
dumping her bucket
over her head. Well, I guess
we got everything, says one,
feeling around in the mud,

as if for a child.

Now they remember they want

that mud, who can’t remember

what they got up for.
They parcel it out: when

they are drunk enough

they go into town with

a bucket of mud, saying

we can slice it up into
windmills like a bloated cow.
Later, they paint the insides

of the shack black,

and sit sucking eggs all night,

they want something real, useful,

but there isn’t anything.

   III

I will engineer the sunrise
they have disassembled our shadows

our echoes are erased from the walls

your nipples are the skeletons of olives
your nipples are an oriental delight

your nipples blow away like cigarette papers

your nipples are the mouths of mutes

so I am not here any longer

skein of lightning

memory’s dark ink in your last smile
where the stars have swallowed their train schedule
where the stars have drowned in their dark petticoats
like a sock of hamburger

receiving the lightning

into his clitoris

red on red the prisoner

confesses his waltz

through the corkscrew lightning

nevermind the lightning

in your teeth let’s waltz

I am the hashish pinball machine

that rapes a piano.

New (sad) Eels!

I've Never Needed a New Season To Start Tonight More than Today

Floribert N'Galula?

Great name. Here's hoping he's good:

D.C. United has signed defender-midfielder Floribert N'Galula, a former Manchester United prospect who most recently was with Sparta Rotterdam's reserves in the Netherlands. He is a candidate to play holding midfield or central defense for DCU, club officials said. N'Galula, 22, is originally from the Democratic Republic of Congo and moved to Belgium when he was young. He rose through the Anderlecht youth system before joining Manchester United from 2003 through '07. There, he was with the youth and reserve program and was on the first-team roster for two matches in 2005-06 but didn't play. From Manchester, he went to Danish club Randers and then Rotterdam. After his Sparta deal expired last summer, N'Galula trained with Crewe Alexandra in England's fourth division. Last month, N'Galula participated in closed-door workouts with DCU.

Also: "D.C. United has cut ties with reserve defenders Avery John and David Habarugira, leaving the club with eight defenders in the mix for the work-in-progress roster," John because he's cooked, Habarugira because as a defender he showed no interest in defending.

Also, Paul Gardner rips United for signing Danny Allsopp, suggesting that Onalfo will abandon attractive soccer for grind soccer:

No doubt you will all have been excited to find out that this season will mark another first for MLS: its first Australian player. Now there's progress for you.

The club presenting us with this magnificent achievement is D.C. United, up till now known as a club that favors a skill-based game, and an attractive one at that.

Well, we'll see about that. New coach Curt Onalfo evidently has a rather eccentric method of pursuing that tradition. Since his arrival, the club has shed two pretty good Brazilians. Luciano Emilio, who scored 41 goals in 83 games during his three seasons with D.C. has been ushered out. He will be replaced by the pioneering Australian — Daniel Allsopp...

I think I know what to expect from Allsopp. The sort of play that enabled him to do well in the crudity of the English lower divisions — 39 goals in 102 games for Notts Co and 22 goals in 64 games with Hull City. For that success to continue, D.C. United will have to play to Allsopp's strength. Literally. It will not be pretty.

It's worth mentioning that Allsopp's goalscoring activities in England occurred when he was much younger — between the ages of 22 and 27. He is now 31. It is also worth noting the oddity that Allsopp joins D.C. after an abrupt departure from a Qatari club, Al-Rayyan, with whom he signed a reported three-year contract only four months ago.

And more on the viability study by Baltimore on a downtown waterfront soccer stadium. You will be treating each home game this year as if there are a finite number left, yes?

Theme Song January 2010

They Were Living in America as Tissue Paper Is to a Comb.

Snappers v Democrats.

Fuck you. You won't fight for you, why should I root for you?

The White House seems to have its approach figured out: "President Barack Obama plans a combative response" in that case, Politico's Mike Allen reports. He quotes an unnamed presidential advisor as saying, "The response will not be to do incremental things and try to salvage a few seats in the fall. The best political route also happens to be the boldest rhetorical route, which is to go out and fight and let the chips fall where they may. We can say, ‘At least we fought for these things, and the Republicans said no.’"

Dumb motherfuckers, this is Crackerstan: the time to run up the score is before you've lost your big lead.

Fight first or fuck off. I'm not talking about progress, I'm talking about winning a fucking football game, Norv.

UPDATE! I'm sure this has been said elsewhere and is an obvious point, but some elected Democrats have to be giddy Brown happened: now Democrats can blame Republicans for Democrats not doing what they profess to want to do but have no interest in doing.

UPDATE! Oopsy! Krugman calls Obama a pussy.

• Fractured Narrative.
• Peace is the means and the end.
• Conservative Internationalism.
• UPDATE! What is centrism?
• Left-leaning academia.
• UPDATE! The all-powerful Left!
• Farewell to arms.
• Waterboarding Wins! celebrates NRO columnist!
• UPDATE! Corporate branding and America. (h/t)
• MLK wasn't an establishment darling.
• Right Testicle of Hell.
• Fucking Nebraskan crackers.
• Sanctimonious Fuck dances on Obama's grave.
• Our brave media.
• Operation Elect Sarah proceeding as planned.
• Does Boston still have a newspaper?
• Le Deluge.
• Bobo Moronistan.
• Bobo bashing.
• Bobo eviscerated.
• The Case of the Haunted Scrotum. (h/t)
• The Biggest Holes in the World.
• 40 stunning examples of high-speed photography.
• Doomed movement to expel American grifters. (You do subscribe to Uncle Fiver, yes?)
• BLCKDGRD translated into Spanish (in Argentina).

• Ahoy! "The Maryland Stadium Authority voted Tuesday to approve a $100,000 feasibility study to examine the financial viability of building a soccer stadium that could be used to lure a Major League Soccer franchise."
• Fracking Kansas City gets a new stadium?
• Horse rescued from Fredneck sinkhole.
• Ilse, do you know this person?
• Crisis in Garrett Park!
• Clarksburg!
• Beltway's Number Three! 75 worse bottlenecks in America.
• More shooting in Appomattox.

• Towards an Aesthetic of Stuttering.
• The problem with prizes.
• RIP Kate McGarrigle. Saw the sisters numerous times, including twice with the son and daughter.
• wood s lot has more on McGarrigle (as well as his usual generous goodness).
• UPDATE! Hey Hamster!

• Weren't you with us at least once for McGarrigles, maybe at Birchmere?
• Hey, Seb's back with a vengeance (and a recommendation)!
• JEFF The Brotherhood!
• For your sake, please bookmark and visit Moko daily.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• Jeebus, listening to the radio, I'd forgot how much Soundgarden sucked.
• UPDATE! Holyfuck, I love this song, and not because the title might be prescient.
• Today's Listening Assignment.
• New TINDERSTICKS in February! Heard the single Tuesday morning, will post as soon as I can find it to link to it. 

DEFAULT MODE

John Ashbery

They were living in America at another time.
They were living in America for the FBI.
They were living in America shit wins.
They were living in America on the border with Canada.

They were living in America further gone into teats.
They were living in America that was the only good one.
They were living in America that was the only good one.
They were living in America who answers the phone and.

They were living in America deliriously.
They were living in America sadly.
They were living in America fictitiously.
They were living in America wedged.

They were living in America Stella by Starlight.
They were living in America the mighty sun.
They were living in America pandemically.
They were living in America across from the Ritz hotel.

They were living in America getting their chops.
They were living in America only for just one summer.
They were living in America beside the lake.
They were living in America for the defeatist troops.

They were living in America for the pleasure of it all.
They were living in America as well as can be expected.
They were living in America as one grows passionately
out of a love affair they were living there every day.

Does this doughnut remind you of a life preserver?
They were living in America to remind you of me.
They were living in America and a storm blew up suddenly.
They were living in America extended terms of credit.

They were living in America but it’s all over.
They were living in America as tissue paper is to a comb.
They were living in America at fives and sixes.
They were living in America the same old same old.