Poll: What song from the classic rock era best describes your reaction to the presidential election?

What song from the classic rock era best describes your reaction to the presidential election?

  • Why Don't We Get Drunk (Jimmy Buffett) (36%, 53 Votes)
  • Don't Fear the Reaper (Blue Öyster Cult) (31%, 45 Votes)
  • Other (Provide details in the comments) (20%, 29 Votes)
  • Ball of Confusion (The Temptations) (11%, 16 Votes)
  • Shades of Gray (The Monkees) (2%, 3 Votes)

Total Voters: 146

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24 Comments

  1. This one is too easy:

    HIGHWAY TO HELL!

    Should be the Obama/Hillary voter theme song

    Livin’ easy
    Livin’ free
    Season ticket on a one way ride
    Askin’ nothin’
    Leave me be
    Takin’ everythin’ in my stride
    Don’t need reason
    Don’t need rhyme
    Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do
    Goin’ down
    Party time
    My friends are gonna be there too
    , , , , ,
    No stop signs
    Speed limit
    Nobody’s gonna slow me down
    Like a wheel
    Gonna spin it
    Nobody’s gonna mess me around
    Hey, Satan
    Payin’ my dues
    Payin’ with my EBT
    Hey, mamma
    Look at me
    I’m on the way to the promised land
    , , , , , ,
    And we’re goin’ down
    All the way
    we’re on the highway to hell

  2. My deceased cat who speaks to me daily suggests “Won’t Get Fooled Again” by The Who (1971) as a cautionary tale for anti-Hillary voters like me, hoping that the new boss is not the same as the old boss:

    I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a vow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around me
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    And I’ll get on my knees and pray
    We don’t get fooled again

  3. They’re Coming To Take Me Away Ha Ha

    Of course, if Hillary! wins, that will be the song that will most likely describe my post-election reaction as well.
    The only question will be if it will be the EPA, NASA or ATF SWAT team that comes to take me away.

  4. Guns of Brixton – The Clash

    When they kick at your front door
    How you gonna come?
    With your hands on your head
    Or on the trigger of your gun

    When the law break in
    How you gonna go?
    Shot down on the pavement
    Or waiting on death row

    You can crush us
    You can bruise us
    But you’ll have to answer to
    Oh, the guns of Brixton

    The money feels good
    And your life you like it well
    But surely your time will come
    As in heaven, as in hell

    You see, he feels like Ivan
    Born under the Brixton sun
    His game is called survivin’
    At the end of the harder they come

    You know it means no mercy
    They caught him with a gun
    No need for the Black Maria
    Goodbye to the Brixton sun

    You can crush us
    You can bruise us
    Yes, even shoot us
    But oh-the guns of Brixton

    When they kick at your front door
    How you gonna come?
    With your hands on your head
    Or on the trigger of your gun

    You can crush us
    You can bruise us
    Yes, even shoot us
    But oh-the guns of Brixton

    Shot down on the pavement
    Waiting in death row
    His game is called survivin’
    As in heaven as in hell

    You can crush us
    You can bruise us
    But you’ll have to answer to
    Oh, the guns of Brixton

  5. Fire – The Crazy World of Arthur Brown

    I am the god of Hell Fire and I bring you –
    Fire
    I’ll take you to burn.
    Fire
    I’ll take you to learn.
    I’ll see you burn!
    You fought hard and you saved and learned

    but all of it’s going to burn.
    And your mind
    Your tiny mind
    You know you’ve really been so blind.
    Now’s your time burn your mind.
    You’re falling far too far behind.
    Oh no
    Oh no
    Oh no
    You gonna burn!

    Fire
    To destroy all you’ve done.
    Fire
    To end all you’ve become.
    I’ll feel your burn!

    You’ve been living like a little girl
    In the middle of your little world.
    And your mind
    Your tiny mind
    You know you’ve really been so blind.
    Now’s your time burn your mind
    You’re falling far too far behind.

    Fire
    I’ll take you to burn.
    Fire
    I’ll take you to learn.
    You gonna burn, burn, burn
    Fire
    I’ll take you to burn

  6. Hillary: “BURN” by Deep Purple. “The people laughed till she said burn!” I can hear Hillary screeching it out now. Quick, hand me an ice pick.

    Conservative Americans: “Expect No Mercy” by Nazareth. Typical of life when Progs rule. They speak of mercy while meting out pain, for your own good of course – because your privilege deserves it.

    The Media: “Lying Eyes” by The Eagles. Lying everything actually. Enough said.

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