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(I'm) Not a Foreigner
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The ugly American redux
good without one politica
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liberal ranting and raving, but sensitive explorations of the current American malaise
Good Without One was a drummerless and mercifully leaderless rock trio performing off the track and often humorous, often political originals and originally arranged covers. The players are George Potor, guitar and vocals, Joe DeCristopher, guitar and vocals, and Rick Totten, bass and vocals. These folks have played together in different contexts for decades, but only as this particular trio from 2003 - 2008. While the level of musicianship is high, their disdain for the trappings of rock stardom is legendary. Two of the members even remained seated throughout performances, despite no obvious physical impairments. Their drummerless approach was a novel but occasionally successful scam to get electric instruments into acoustic venues.
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Peak #229
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
George Potor
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George Potor 2004
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May 07, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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A true story....honest!
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VERSE 1: Harrisburg International; Had to take a late flight. No sleep, stayed up drinking; Shoulda seen my red eyes. Sake, hot rice wine, Cold Heineken chaser. Travlin’ out to Tokyo, Then we’re goin’ to Asier. CHORUS: I’m not, I’m not a foreigner; I’m a native, a Pennsylvania native. I’m not, I’m not a foreigner; I got rights, I know my rights. VERSE 2: At the Japan Airport It was all in Chinese ‘Cept for one stupid sign That was possible to read: “Foreigners, All Foreigners Line Up Right Here.” These people must be idiots, That much was clear, ‘cuz CHORUS VERSE 3: Finally done with Customs, Everything got strange. Neat little guys with white gloves Pushed me onto a train. Me with a million commuters. What’re we standin’ here for? Old men in suits readin’ comic books No wonder they lost th’ War. CODA: I’m right, you’re wrong. You’ll see before long. Who do you think you’re talkin’ to? I’m gonna win an you’re gonna lose. Don’t touch my stuff; We’ll see who’s tough. Who took my space? I’ll punch your face. Threw me in jail. Locked up, no bail. I’m not a foreigner.
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