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Led Zeppelin - When the Levee Breaks

Probably the most blatant blues rip-off (though I believe credit was given from the beginning, which only reinforces its status) but one of the 10 or so best rock songs of all time.

Bonzo's beat: perfection

Plant's vox: perfection

Jones's bass: perfection

Page's guitar: excellent

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Tom Lehrer - In Old Mexico

When it's fiesta time in Guadalajara,

Then I long to be back once again

In Old Mexico.

Where we lived for today, never giving a thought to tomarra;

To the strumming of guitars

In a hundred grubby bars,

I would whisper "Te amo."

The mariachis would serenade,

And they would not shut up till they were paid.

We ate, we drank, and we were merry,

And we got typhoid and dysentery.

But best of all, we went to the Plaza del Toros.

Now whenever I start feeling morose,

I revive by recalling that scene.

And names like Belmonte, Dominguin, and Manolete!

If I live to a hundred and eightay,

I shall never forget what they mean.

(For there is surely nothing more beautiful in this world than the sight of a lone man facing singlehandedly a half a ton of angry pot roast...)

Out came the matador,

Who must have been potted or

Slightly insane, but who looked rather bored.

Then the picadors of course,

Each one on his horse,

I shouted "Ole!" every time one was gored.

I cheered at the banderilleros' display

As they stuck the bull in their own clever way,

For I hadn't had so much fun since the day

My brother's dog Rover

Got run over.

(Rover was killed by a Pontiac, and it was done with such grace and artistry that the witnesses awarded the driver both ears and the tail)

The moment had come,

I swallowed my gum.

We knew there'd be blood on the sand pretty soon.

The crowd held its breath,

Hoping that death

Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon.

At last, the matador did what we wanted him to:

He raised his sword and his aim was true.

In that moment of truth, I suddenly knew

That someone had stolen my wallet.

Now it's fiesta time in Akron, Ohio,

But it's back to old Guadalajara

I'm longing to go:

Far away from the strikes of the A.F. of L. and C.I.O.

How I wish I could get back

To the land of the wetback,

And forget the Alamo

In old Mexico.

Ole!

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