MASTERS OF DEBT

(With apologies to Bob Dylan)

Come you masters of debt You that owe the big bucks You that sell off your shares To some other rich fucks You that mismanage funds You that mishandle loans I just want you to know I see through your Dow Jones You that never done nothin' That was not based in greed You want a free market You want me to believe Except when you fuck up Except when you fail Then with my taxpayer dollars You expect a bail Like Bear Stearns of old You overextend Economic health Then comes to an end I see through your whining I see through your jive Like I saw through McCain and The whole Keating Five How much do I know To talk equity I don't understand sub-prime Or the FDIC But there's one thing I know Though knowledge I lack I would never lend money to People who can't pay it back Let me ask you one question Is your credit that good Could it buy back Lehman Brothers Do you think that it could I think you will find When your carnage is through Even Alan Greenspan would never Forgive what you do I shouldn't get mad And I shouldn't care I know there's no money For universal health care Or for education Or ending the war But the billions for you guys Just sticks in my craw

HE NOT BUSY BEING BOB IS BUSY DYING We look at Bob Dylan's school reports, handwritten lyrics and Blind Boy Grunt, in our review of the Dylan exhibit at the Morgan Library, NY

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The Recession Era's Greatest Hits

The Recalls

I see you driving down the street

In your car or truck

Your brakes don’t work

Your gas pedal is stu - uh uh, uh - uck

Here it comes again

Unwanted acceleration under the starry skies

Here it comes again

The CEO’s going to apologize

My best friend’s Toyotas

They used to not suck

(The gas pedal’s still…stuck)

– “My Best Friend’s Toyotas”

The Recalls are a new hybrid of two new automotive genres, Japanese decline and American malaise. Whereas previous artists such as Chuck Berry and Bruce Springsteen celebrated the romance of the automobile and the call of the open road, the Recalls sing of faulty electronics systems and sticky floor mats.

Songs include “Let the Complaints Roll,” “Bye Bye Lexus,” “You’re All I’ve Killed Tonight,” “Just What I Bleeded” and “I’m in Touch With Your Customer Relations Department.”

This is the Recalls’ first CD and also their last, because all CDs have been recalled as well as the Recalls themselves.

A spokesman for the group said, “You have my personal commitment that we will work vigorously and unceasingly to restore the trust of the people we have the most contempt for. I mean, our customers.”