Word: raw
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...your advisers tell you that the right loves cheap, nasty issues, and you have to be cheap and nasty to please them. This is a common misconception of moderate conservatives. Reagan spoke to the right as if they were equals; he never had to throw them raw meat because he never thought they were animals. And don't let the liberals in the party fuzz up the message. The conservatives are still small town and small pocket; the liberals are the moneybags of Team 100 who used to be entrepreneurs and lately are lobbyists. They're proabortion and disdain...
...wily recrimination. As with any Lovett collection, this one has its share of the funky-flaky. The opener, '(You Can Have My Girl but) Don1t Touch My Hat,' finds the Texan in a possessive frenzy about his "John B. Stetson." 'Promises,' meanwhile, is naked Lyle, skin flayed, soul raw with grief that could be whispered from a jail cell or an unquiet grave. The melody is plain, the guitar accompaniment plaintive: the song enshrouds you in its desperate beauty. "The primal emotions on 'The Road to Ensenada' -->
...does when Nan Bemiss (Pamela Hart) prances in. The Chanel-clad wife of the aforementioned bigot and Senator Pete Bemiss (Jeremy Geidt) has a "teeny" favor to ask of the, at this point, naked artist. The favor, of course, is that he self-censor a few of his more raw shots for the upcoming gala opening sponsored by the Bemisses...
...wily recrimination. As with any Lovett collection, this one has its share of the funky-flaky. The opener, '(You Can Have My Girl but) Don1t Touch My Hat,' finds the Texan in a possessive frenzy about his "John B. Stetson." 'Promises,' meanwhile, is naked Lyle, skin flayed, soul raw with grief that could be whispered from a jail cell or an unquiet grave. The melody is plain, the guitar accompaniment plaintive: the song enshrouds you in its desperate beauty. "The primal emotions on 'The Road to Ensenada' -->
CORN FARMERS They grow the raw material for gasohol, the wacky '70s fad suddenly a little less wacky...