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So let’s see if this works.

This is important because I’m trying to figure out how to get everyone on the internet to read the posts I’m writing at Associated Content and Blogcritics.org. Both sites have assured me I’ll make lots of money.

Currently, the stuff I’m writing fits better at Associated Content.

I’ve also earned my first cent there by writing a Top 10 List. I wrote about songs for the Fourth of July and tried to include one from every genre I could think of.

That post – with 10 reads that gave me the one penny I’ve earned – is here:

2 Responses

  1. Great list, Sam, and remarkable diversity. I did think of one more song that can put a lump in my throat: “Ragged Old Flag” by Johnny Cash.

    I trust you will enjoy all the benefits of independent wealth, one penny at a time.

  2. I just went and read all three pages. Every little click helps. :o)

    Good list. But how ’bout something not directly “patriotic” like Paul Simon’s “American Tune”, which always brings a lump to my throat:

    Many’s the time I’ve been mistaken
    And many times confused
    Yes, and I’ve often felt forsaken
    And certainly misused
    Oh, but I’m all right, I’m all right
    I’m just weary to my bones
    Still, you don’t expect to be
    Bright and bon vivant
    So far away from home, so far away from home

    And I don’t know a soul who’s not been battered
    I don’t have a friend who feels at ease
    I don’t know a dream that’s not been shattered
    or driven to its knees
    but it’s all right, it’s all right
    for we lived so well so long
    Still, when I think of the
    road we’re traveling on
    I wonder what’s gone wrong
    I can’t help it, I wonder what’s gone wrong

    And I dreamed I was dying
    I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
    And looking back down at me
    Smiled reassuringly
    And I dreamed I was flying
    And high up above my eyes could clearly see
    The Statue of Liberty
    Sailing away to sea
    And I dreamed I was flying

    We come on the ship they call the Mayflower
    We come on the ship that sailed the moon
    We come in the age’s most uncertain hours
    and sing an American tune
    Oh, and it’s alright, it’s all right, it’s all right
    You can’t be forever blessed
    Still, tomorrow’s going to be another working day
    And I’m trying to get some rest
    That’s all I’m trying to get some rest

    And then there’s Simon and Garfunkel’s “America”:

    “Let us be lovers we’ll marry our fortunes together.”
    “I’ve got some real estate here in my bag.”
    So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
    And we walked off to look for America.
    “Kathy,” I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
    “Michigan seems like a dream to me now
    It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
    I’ve come to look for America.”

    Laughing on the bus;
    Playing games with the faces;
    She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy;
    I said “Be careful his bowtie is really a camera.”

    “Toss me a cigarette, I think there’s one in my raincoat.”
    “We smoked the last one an hour ago.”
    So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
    And the moon rose over an open field.

    “Kathy, I’m lost,” I said, though I knew she was sleeping.
    “I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why.”
    Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike:
    They’ve all come to look for America
    All come to look for America
    All come to look for America

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