With all apologies to R.E.M.

I'll state, it all started with an earthquake, Economy's state, down the drain--Johnny's news videos stopped being made. And the Hudson River plane, a hero's story earned—was Joe Stack considered brave, did the FBI deserve to raid? Politicians fear a brick, gave, trust no, backed no. Militias structure up a fear of a fight, about rights. Letters are signed, for the 50 governors to resign, in a fortnight. Healthcare is coming, it's a sign that it's time. Palin, Hannity and Beck are mainstream, give orders, SO rattled about the McVeigh shock, finds the words insane. I then find. Uh oh, U2U flood control, the website redesign, overdue. It's been awhile. Walt Disney, illuminati pedophile. Then what is next that I read, SO proclaims the TEA Party dead. Without a leader, guides, yeah sounds about right- 'night. They were vitriolic, patriotic, damn right, bright, and had a
light feeling of being psyched.

It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it, in our minds.

11 o'clock- got an hour. Thread was locked over a glower. Dueling threads return, make some stomachs churn. Words are terse, BBQ deserved a verse. You ready? What's a star, got a plan, iPhone app, man. Media section, member accreditation, need some information, site is up, site is down, write a thread, revise a thread, need a flag, bleed a flag, 10,000th post brag. Mods not gods, I fear. A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of debate, too late. give me solutions, give me alternatives
and I'll decline.

It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it, in our minds.

Was this worth it? You decide. At least I learned and rhymed, with topics, and refrained from names, of threads made. I won't sing it, but you might dare, if you care. To share. You find the rhythm doesn't fit. Nothing is tight, Right.

It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it.
It's the year two thousand ten as we know it, in our minds.

(this site has become a home)

Those that feel inclined to put it to music and sing it are more than welcome to do so. Good luck, as I still get tongue tied on the original.

Edit to add: Lyric corrections to better fit the original better are indeed more than welcome. As are critiques and criticism per usual.


[edit on 3-4-2010 by Ahabstar]

Good stuff.



[edit on 5-4-2010 by KyleOrtonArmy]