This song goes out to all the dictators who, despite it being the 21st century, still rule with a rod of iron.
I particularly like to dedicate it to both Hosni Mubarak, Ben Ali and their entourage, and I really hope to be singing it to Gaddafi soon, but more than anything, I wish I can ask them: How does it feel to be on your own?
The lyrics in bold, I thought, were most fitting:
Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you ?
People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall,”
You thought they were all a’kiddin’ you. You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin’ out.
Now you don’t talk so loud,
Now you don’t seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging your next meal.
How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To be without a home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?
Aw, you’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
But you know you only used to get “juiced” in it. Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street,
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it.
You say you never compromise
With a mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, “Do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To be on your own ?
With no direction home ?
A complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?
Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you.
You never understood that it ain’t no good,
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you.
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal ?
How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To have ya’ on your own ?
With no direction home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?
Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinkin’, thinkin’ that they’ve got it made.
Exchanging all precious gifts,
But you’d better take your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe.
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse.
When you ain’t got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel ?
Aw, how does it feel ?
To be on your own ?
With no direction home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?
Who-sane’s is not a political blog, but there’s been a great deal of political turmoil in the region lately that one can’t sit and observe silently.
Frustrated Jordanians took the streets yesterday, Friday the 14th of January, the same day Tunisians put a end to an era of tyranny, in protest against the ever increasing cost of living.
Protestors mostly asked Al Rifai’s government to step down.
What Al Hayat’s reporter and editor did not know is that the article was written by a satirical comedian! A very funny one too.
What amazes me is that even if the editor did not get it, since the article did somewhat appear as a serious one, which is the whole point of satire, but couldn’t the genius figure it out by the last bit of the article:
Elsewhere, moments after his capture in London, WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange said, “I knew I shouldn’t have signed up for Foursquare.”
And now to some expected and well-deserved mockery:
- “The Borowitz Report is proud to be the official news source of the government of Saudi Arabia. Better us than Fox News.”