Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such,We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much;Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throatTo persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.
Old Lady T-sh-nd [Townshend] formerly observed that the human race might be divided into three separate classes men, women and H-v-eys [Herveys].
Rucker sings of loss and despair as if they've left him shell-shocked. But Hootie -- born at frat parties and still a bar band at heart -- know how to deliver beers-and-tears material, and the occasional anti-racist slam, with a smile. The same sly grin crept into songs of frustration -- country writer Radney Foster's "A Fine Line" and the Who's "I Can't Explain." But Rucker is no more Charley Pride than Bryan is Pete Townshend.darius rucker
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