Of course, we realize that “worst song ever written” is subjective. But almost every “worst song” list ever compiled contains America’s “A Horse With No Name” because of its insipid, meaningless lyrics.
And that brings us to Al Gore’s brilliant new poem, Our Choice, which bears a striking resemblence to “A Horse.” Same themes, same images, same style. Which, of course, is completely understandable since Al Gore bears a striking resemblance to the rear end of a horse.
Nevertheless, Gore’s acolytes at Vanity Fair raved about the poem:
“The result is a surprisingly accomplished, nuanced piece of writing. The images Gore conjures in his (untitled) poem turn a neat trick: they are visually specific and emotionally arresting even as they are scientifically accurate.”
Decide for yourself. Listen to “A Horse With No Name” while you read the poem. Six of one, half dozen of another.
“Our Choice”
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sunVapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune’s bones dissolveSnow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quicklyThen dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebrationUnknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrupsPassion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rungThe shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your toolsLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
OK, we lifted the la-la part at the end from “A Horse With No Name.” But only because it seemed to fit.
Source: Vanity Fair
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ALBERT GORE ALL HOT AIR AND LIES,KISSED MISS LIBERTY AND MADE HER SHY,WHEN THE TRUTH CAME OUT TO PLAY,ALBERT GORE HE RUNS AWAY
AL AND BILL WENT UP THE HILL,AND FETCHED A PAIL OF MONEY,THE HILL ALL BROWN CAME CRASHING DOWN,AND IT WAS NO LONGER FUNNY
The Bloviating Shepherd Of Lies
On the thin edge of insanity
All logic disappears
As forked mouth starts to spew
A verbal stench arises
From air-conditioned palatial Tennessee mansion
Where he and Neptune soak in hottubs
Bullshit stacked like mountains
Hopeless naiveté floods the seasons
Hard facts dissolve quickly
Then science is politicized
Payoffs placed in bank accounts
For Elitist's future celebrations
Stark reality
Takes it's leave
Enforcers ready their whips and chains
Nonsense seeks useful idiots as friends
The hell of audacious empowerment
From a steaming hill of dung has begun
The shepherd of all chicken little cries
The hour to hide the data, trick, or treat, has arrived,
Because ...
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I second the motion
Personally, I really like the song, having seen it the first time as performed on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. I think comparing that song to OwlGore's poem is an insult to America (the group.)
I'll make this easy for everybody. Al Gore is a total fraud, I would'nt trust anything he says. Here's an example, if he said that he was once the Vice President, I would look it up to make sure. This man is maybe 1 of the biggest effing liars in modern history. Gore sickens me, & when he flames out, I will party very hard.
You guys are going to have to help me out here. I'm not grasping this one. I tried over and over again and I can't see the relationship between the song and the poem. Maybe it's just me...
Trust me, I want this to work. I'd love for Al Gore to tag "plagiarist" or "thief" to his long list of other titles (fraud, hypocrite, etc).