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Evanescence Lost In Paradise (BigFM, 'Das kleinste Konzert der Welt', Wiesbaden, 2012).mp3

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Evanescence Lost In Paradise (BigFM, 'Das kleinste Konzert der Welt', Wiesbaden, 2012)

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[Evanescence]2011 Evanescence 07 Lost in Paradise.mp3

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[Evanescence]2011 Evanescence 07 Lost in Paradise

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Lost in Paradise.mp3

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On Health Care
Episode IV of "Election '08," a (More) Episode IV of "Election '08," a series of spoken word works by Mike Varley covering the 2008 campaign. A new entry every Sunday with free mp3 downloads at mikevarley.com. On Health Care I arose one morning naked to potential harms - exposed in a nation of lobbies. And my duty was plain: to recover myself from future misfortunes distasteful to casual ears. The family barber, the third down neighbor, the cragged librarian, the cordial face. Who receive your ruin with genuine something, reflect on relief for the us vs. them, then repack your sadness as cautionary scare tales, reinforcing a truth that is tired and hopeless. So I went down to the cinema where the action movies played, hopin' to figure their talent for makin' sick things okay with music. I asked the teller, a flannel feller, what he reckoned would be a good score for malaria. His glaze cried manager and I complied, buying a billet in the name of wellness. I found the boss stacking wood and pounding flapjacks, asked him the best montage for Hepatitis C. His beard quilled anger but I stood on regardless, not wanting to ruin my mother. I gambled he'd know what sound effects go with cancer or terminal others. "Listen here, son, these cords don't sort themselves and I'm powerful tired. Take this reel to Viewing Room B and leave us your license for measure." The reel was government dogma stashed safe in a shortbread tin. Viewing Room B, a one seat affair, Biology style projector. I slipped the copay into the slot and watched the master plan. It started red, red, clay red, fallout red, fear for the innocent red, and the music began: Old World choir flanked by screeching wheels and dire percussion, flashing images, logic vouching for madness, children weakened to wilting, laying on tile floors, automated TouchTone condolences, star for settlement, pound for denial, three to repeat all your options, elderly neighbors lost to the maw of vernacular, forced purchase on Institution's shores, amber prescription world views halting further history, clothing the masses in company tee shirts, waiting room magazines stopping the bleeding, doctors prescriptions incentives for getaways, a trip to the Caymans, a Percocet paradise, A legal fist clenching convictions, sapping Hippocrates' boast, a black rotting hand on a slow dying beggar, wrapped in a world of denial. And then the dollar, the dollar, the saving green dollar, topped with a ten gallon halo, riding to town on a horse named Sally, white as in right as in old, a trick shooter collar with burnt mustard tubing, offering Pied Piper solutions, blind insurrections against values our fathers held dear. A money transaction to chase away fears the ancestors cured with compassion. When it was over, I signed what they gave me and tried to forget. Logo by Ramsey Ess, beatniksquad.com (Less)

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