Posted on 07/19/2004 4:41:31 PM PDT by doug from upland
Look at this whale...it's sad...the poor woman keeps eating
She was a babe once...but, as we see, it was fleeting
The buffet line is closed...it's two hours past her gra-azing time
(la la) But where is Neville? ...she's eaten him for lunch
She feels bad...but it's something she can't control
He was quite tasty...quite common for men with soul
The buffet line is closed...it's two hours past her gra-azing time
(la la) But where is Neville? ...she's eaten him for lunch
How she went downhill...the glory days are gone
Where did she go wrong...she had done many of the best old songs
Come on, Linda...shut up and sing...shut up and sing
Just shut the F up and sing your songs for the crowd
Escorted out...her butt was thrown right out of that casino
Then on her tour bus...there's crackers, cheese, and vino
The buffet line is closed...it's two hours past her gra-azing time
(la la) But where is Neville? ...she's eaten him for lunch
We do not want them spouting their views...up on stage
That is not what we had come there to hear, not at all...stop it, stop it now
The buffet line is closed...it's two hours past her gra-azing time
(la la) But where is Neville? ...she's eaten him for lunch
The buffet line is closed...it's two hours past her gra-azing time
(la la) But where is Neville? ...she's eaten him for lunch
"I've been dedicating a song to him – I think he's a great patriot – and it splits the audience down the middle, and they duke it out," she said.
"This is an election year, and I think we're in desperate trouble and it's time for people to speak up and not pipe down. It's a real conflict for me when I go to a concert and find out somebody in the audience is a Republican or fundamental Christian. It can cloud my enjoyment. I'd rather not know."
-San Diego Union Tribune, July 15
We have facts.
Thanks for the advice. You are about 7 years too late.
One more reason I like being a Freeper. I had no idea Linda was such a self-indulgent, out of control, Michael Moore fan. That speaks volums of her and I can freely turn her OFF!
I don't know much
I just hate Dubya
And that may be
All I need to knowwwwwww...
Captain...two points to starboard....she rises!..she rises!
It could indeed be their anthem.
It must be dreadful to be so disturbed.
What a pair. I wonder what Congress and all of our illustrious leaders(corporations)inclued are doing while they are distracting us?
Well, I, as a Christian AND Republican, I can surely spare her the agony of MY presence at her concerts. Fat pig.
Then stop bringing up politics you ditz!!!!!!
I just hope the place is always empty now.
I'm growing fat someday, at the buffet, to eat stew by you.
Was she not Jerry Browns main squeze at one time?If so he must be one happy guy he terminated that or he would have really been squohzen
Ballad of Jerry and Linda
N e w s w e e k
April 23, 1979
You and I travel to the beat of a diff'rent drum
Oh, can't you tell by the way I run
Ev'ry time you make eyes at me
Whoa!
-"Different Drum"
Linda Ronstadt and Jerry Brown have been singing that song discreetly to each other for some time now. So when they slipped the reins and traveled to Africa last week, their relationship suddenly began to look more meaningful than ever. Linda's fans wondered. Jerry's aides winced. And from the blue bayou to Timbuktu, gossips, groupies and political gamblers alike started asking the ultimate question: were the singer with a heart like a wheel and the governor with a soul set on the White House getting it all together at last?
The romance began across the street from the Paramount lot in Los Angeles about eight years ago. Linda was sitting dreamily in the second booth from the front door of Lucy Casada's El Adobe café, studying a plate of enchiladas, when in walked Brown, a thin young man with plenty of dreams of his own. Frank Casada, the husband of the café's warm-hearted proprietor, gave his wife a little nudge. "I said to Lucy, 'Why don't you introduce them to each other?' " he recalls. "She made the introductions. They sat there and talked a while- and things blossomed from there."
HITTING IT OFF: Both were Roman Catholics from established families (Linda's father was a prosperous machinery merchant in Tucson, Ariz.; Jerry's had been governor of California for two terms), both loved funky music and ethnic chow, both shared a passion for holing up instead of hanging out. Linda had arrived in Los Angeles at 18 with a steel guitarist, a kit full of heartbreak ballads and a mind set on cracking the Top 10; Jerry was a brainy ex-seminarian and closet political philosopher with his eye on the Statehouse in Sacramento. Their difference seemed to preclude a conventional match. Still, they hit it off. "It's a very, very special relationship that they have," says one of Brown's old aides. "It's a very important thing, and it's not something that either of them takes lightly."
They also take long walks, hand in hand, beside the surf at Malibu; they sometimes go to midnight Japanese movies in West L.A. or country music at the funky Palomino out in the San Fernando Valley. And they are regulars at El Adobe, where Lucy and Frank have become surrogate parents to them. "They talk, eat together and kid around," says Frank. "She gives him a little kiss on the cheek. He gives her a kiss on the cheek. Jerry's kind of an inward guy."
According to friends, Brown once confessed that he couldn't marry Linda because it would cost him the White House. That wasn't exactly a Duke of Windsor approach to love, but then Linda had admitted to experimenting with grass and to using so much cocaine that she had to have her nose cauterized twice. After Jerry made his confession, some friends say, Linda swore to wear basic black and pearls for life if he would change his mind. Others doubt that. "I know she would not like being a political wife" says Ruthmary Ronstadt, Linda's mother. And it was hard to envision the comely rock star pouring tea for Congressional wives or performing other First Ladylike chores.
Will Linda make a husband out of the bachelor governor? "Marrying Jerry is an urge that comes on her periodically," says one confidant. "She wants a sense of stability. She has talked about their becoming hermits on Jerry's land in northern California." Other friends say that Linda, now 32, is not ready to settle down, and her name has been linked with Mick Jagger, comedian Bill Murray and Chip Carter, the President's son. When Jagger breezed through L.A., he called and asked her to meet him in Mexico. "That's the sort of thing I couldn't do if I was married to Jerry," she mused.
KANGAROOS: So whether the courtship of such standoffish lovers would produce roses or rutabagas remained to be seen. Before Linda made up her mind to accompany Brown on safari, she had dinner last week with her parents. In passing, she mentioned that an admirer from Australia, where she had just been on tour, was shipping two kangaroos to the Los Angeles zoo as a gift in her name. "Thank God you didn't go to Africa," her father said with a laugh. "God knows what you would have brought back." This week, he'll find out.
T O M M A T H E W S with M A R T I N K A S I N D O R F and J A N E T H U C K in Los Angeles
good job thanks
How funny. You found the same article while I was formatting it. My search was LINDA RONSTADT JERRY BROWN AFRICA.
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