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So, you want to watch the returns come in tonight, but you can only take so much Wolf Blitzer. How about turn the sound down and join our listening session? Here at "Wait, Wait" today, we spun some records on the theme of "the Midterms." Here's what everybody came up with:
"Party in the USA," Miley Cyrus
Blythe: Voters might be disappointed with both the Democratic and Republican parties. This song reminds us that there is still one Party in the USA that doesn't disappoint.
Ian: Why do they hate us? Because they haven't heard this song yet. That's why.
"Meet Me Halfway," Kenny Loggins, "Over the Top" Soundtrack
Key Lyric: “Meet me halfway, across the sky. Make this a new beginning of another life.”
Ian: I hope you guys like this one. The great thing about Kenny Loggins songs is that every single one is perfect for every possible occasion.
Mike: Loggins/Messina 2012!
Philipp: Nothing encapsulates election day better than the climax of the movie for which this song was written: a nationwide armwrestling competition held in Las Vegas.
"Nasty Dan," Johnny Cash
Key Lyric: “He'd frown a bunch he ate nails for lunch and he'd never laugh”
Eva: Did you guys hear the joke John Boehner keeps telling on the campaign trail? “Remember when Ronald Reagan was president? We had Bob Hope. We had Johnny Cash. Think about where we are today. We have got President Obama. But we have no hope and we have no cash.” Roseanne Cash didn't like that joke.
Ian: Man, Oscar the Grouch's color is almost as unnatural as John Boehner's.
"I Wanna Be Like You," The Jungle Book
Mike: Imagine if Christine O’Donnell had gone with this approach—“I’m not a witch. I'm you. Well, I wanna be like you. I wanna walk like you, talk like you….oooh.. weebee deebee deeboo.”
Doug Berman's pick:
Any live recording of Bob Weir singing.
Doug: I picked this for anybody that's unhappy with the results tonight. Whenever something bad happens, it's great to listen to Bob Weir singing, because it reminds you that, no matter how bad things are, things could always be worse. At least you're not listening to three hours of that.
Robert: Whoever the new Congress is, if they're anything like the Dead they’ll spend the next 17 months tuning up so they can’t do too much damage.
"Tubthumping," by Chumbawamba
Key Lyric:“He drinks a whisky drink. He drinks a vodka drink. He drinks a lager drink. He drinks a cider drink.”
Emily: It’s so versatile – it’s a triumphant song for people winning who lost before, and a hopeful song for people losing now. Plus it includes a detailed guideline on how to endure hour after hour of mind-numbing political analysis.
Eva: For the record, Christine O'Donnell is on the record against tubthumping.
Ian: Is there anyway I can vote Emily out of office for making me listen to that?
"Next Time Round," Elvis Costello
Key Lyric: "Then you took two steps forward/and then one step on your back/Now it's a future for me and you that I lack"
Peter: Some singers do love, some do longing, some do angst. Elvis does inchoate bitter rage. Which depending on your political preference, you either stopped feeling today, or started.
"A Whole New World," from Aladdin
Key Lyric: “A whole new world/A new fantastic point of view/No one to tell us no or where to go/Or say we’re only dreaming”
Eva: Harry Reid seems to have built his whole campaign on genies and wishing.
Ian: If Sharon Angle is elected, both Aladdin and Jasmine, and that carpet, will be deported.
"Telephone," Lady Gaga
Philipp: If you've been deluged with robo- and personal calls as we have, you'll share the sentiment. And, after today, your phone will finally have a reprieve.
Lorna: This reminds me! I've got to rip the seams out of my meat dress so I can get dinner started! Then I can watch the returns.
"Dismal Day," Bread
Mike: Someone is going to lose today and they’re going to feel bad. Well, Bread doesn’t turn the frown upside down so much as turn it into a rainbow.
Peter: As I listen to this song, the cuffs on my pants get wider and wider.
Ian: This song sounds like the opposite of what I imagine it sounds like inside Harry Reid.
Care to add anything to our mix? Go nuts.