29 December 2012 And there is still more, some popular and some early seminal punk. We begin with Don Henley’s Dirty Laundry. As always, if you find or write any worthy of consideration, send them my way, and we may get to a few more additions and editions of these. Don Henley: Dirty Laundry I make my living off the Evening News Just give me something-something I can use People love it when you lose, They love dirty laundry Well, I coulda been an actor, but I wound up here I just have to look good, I don’t have to be clear Come and whisper in my ear Give us dirty laundry Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em all around We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who Comes on at five She can tell you ’bout the plane crash with a gleam In her eye It’s interesting when people die- Give us dirty laundry Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet? You know, the boys in the newsroom got a Running bet Get the widow on the set! We need dirty laundry You don’t really need to find out what’s going on You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone Just leave well enough love Eat your dirty laundry Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re up Kick ’em when they’re down Kick ’em when they’re stiff Kick ’em all around Dirty little secrets Dirty little lies We got our dirty little fingers in everybody’s pie We love to cut you down to size We love dirty laundry We can do “The Innuendo” We can dance and sing When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing We all know that Crap is King Give us dirty laundry! X-Ray Spex: Art-I-Ficial I know I’m artificial But don’t put the blame on me I was reared with appliances In a consumer societyWhen I put on my make-up The pretty little mask not me That’s the way a girl should be In a consumer societyMy existence is elusive The kind that is supported By mechanical resourcesMy existence is elusive The kind that is supported By mechanical resources I wanna be instamatic I wanna be a frozen pea I wannna be dehydrated In a consumer society In a consumer society In a consumer society X-Ray Spex: Plastic Bag 1977 and we are going mad It’s 1977 and we’ve seen too many ads 1977 and we’re gonna show them all That apathy’s a dragMy mind is like a plastic bag That corresponds to all those ads It sucks up all the rubbish That is fed in through by ear I eat Kleenex for breakfast And use soft hygienic Weetabix To dry my tearsMy mind is like a switchboard With crossed and tangled lines Contented with confusion That is plugged into my head I don’t know what’s going on It’s the operator’s job, not mine I saidMy dreams I daren’t remember Or tell you what I’ve seen I’ve dreamt that I was Hitler The ruler of the sea The ruler of the universe The ruler of the supermarket And even fatalistic me