Mike has come through the fire mostly intact, it would seem, and singing that song of his that I’ve so grown to love. You’re an inspiration to me, you beautiful, long-winded bastard, you. If I have to hunt you down and kill you, like the buddha, it will be out of pure love. This one’s for you. Welcome back, my friend.
Shriekback – Gunning for the Buddha
Mark and Danny in the Greek Hotel
Bold as badgers on a one-take Mission
Got their equipment from a dwarf outside
On the trail of any suspect wisdom
Pond-Life beneath a Southern sky
(They make their move then they head off to the border)
They don’t care as long as you can pay –
Whatever – whatever they say
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot – to blow him away…
Now’s the time to have some big ideas
Now’s the time to make some firm decisions
We saw the Buddha in a bar down south
Talking politics and nuclear fission
We see him and he’s all washed up –
Moving on into the body of a beetle
Getting ready for a long long crawl
He ain’t nothing – he ain’t nothing at all…
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot – to blow him away…
Death and Money make their point once more
In the shape of Philosophical assassins
Mark and Danny take the bus uptown
Deadly angels for reality and passion
Have the courage of the here and now
Don’t take nothing from these ½-baked buddhas
When you think you got it paid in full
You got nothing – you got nothing at all…
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot…
Oh… we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
Saying something, saying something unsafe
We’re on the road
Oh… we’re gunning for the Buddha
(Yeah, Yeah)
We’re on the road
You know we’re gunning for the Buddha
You see him blow right there
We’re on the road
We’re gunning, we’re gunning,
We’re gunning on the road
We’re gunning, we’re gunning
We’re gunning for the Buddha
Mark and Danny in the Greek Hotel
Bold as badgers on a one-take Mission
Got their equipment from a dwarf outside
On the trail of any suspect wisdom
Pond-Life beneath a Southern sky
(They make their move then they head off to the border)
They don’t care as long as you can pay –
Whatever – whatever they say
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot – to blow him away…
Now’s the time to have some big ideas
Now’s the time to make some firm decisions
We saw the Buddha in a bar down south
Talking politics and nuclear fission
We see him and he’s all washed up –
Moving on into the body of a beetle
Getting ready for a long long crawl
He ain’t nothing – he ain’t nothing at all…
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot – to blow him away…
Death and Money make their point once more
In the shape of Philosophical assassins
Mark and Danny take the bus uptown
Deadly angels for reality and passion
Have the courage of the here and now
Don’t take nothing from these ½-baked buddhas
When you think you got it paid in full
You got nothing – you got nothing at all…
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
It would take one shot…
Oh… we’re gunning for the Buddha
We know his name and he mustn’t get away
We’re on the road and we’re gunning for the Buddha
Saying something, saying something unsafe
We’re on the road
Oh… we’re gunning for the Buddha
(Yeah, Yeah)
We’re on the road
You know we’re gunning for the Buddha
You see him blow right there
We’re on the road
We’re gunning, we’re gunning,
We’re gunning on the road
We’re gunning, we’re gunning
We’re gunning for the Buddha
Category:
Musical Interludes
Can I come back into the comments if I promise to behave myself?
It is good to have Mike back. I hope he and his family find peace.
Mi casa es su casa, Shelley, you know that! I wouldn’t have it any other way!
(When did you misbehave?)
I don’t know, but she’s been taking your name in vain over at my place.