Lawrence R. Spencer's Blog, page 115
January 12, 2022
THE NEW WORLD ORDER ZONE
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There is a psychopathic dimension beyond the ken of normal men.
It is a wasteland between science and superstition.
It defines the abyss of cruelty and the summit of material greed.
It is driven by an unquenchable lust for power. This is a realm of chaos created by remorseless beings. It is an area we call The New World Order Zone.
WHISTLIN’ PAST THE GRAVEYARD
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Whistling Past The Graveyard, by Tom Waits. (Covered by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins)
“Well I come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and I busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight.
Whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyes jack.
You probably seen me sleepin’
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes I kill myself a jackel
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin’ through the mud
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one-eyed jack.
I know you seen my headlights
and the honkin’ of my horn
I’m callin’ out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night I chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
I’m never comin’ home
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
myeyes have seen the glory
of the drainin’ og the ditch
Ionly come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
I’m-mona snatch me up a
couple of em every time itrains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin’ its a train
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.
what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when I get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my check
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week.
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
I rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i’m-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth
so I can never tell a lie
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.
January 11, 2022
THOSE YOU LOOK
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( painting by Michael Parkes )
January 9, 2022
COMFORTABLY NUMB
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The greatest concert ever staged, and the greatest guitar solo every played.
This is the summary statement of Western Civilization in the 21st Century: Comfortably Numb.
“Comfortably Numb” Lyrics
“Hello,
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down.
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I’ll need some information first,
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship smoke on the horizon…
You are only coming through in waves…
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I’ve got that feeling once again.
I can’t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick;
There’ll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick….
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good.
That’ll keep you going through the show.
Come on it’s time to go.
There is no pain you are receding;
A distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying.
When I was a child,
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
And I have become
Comfortably numb”
THE POWER WE GIVE THEM
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It’s easy to bitch about Congress and Wall Street and Bankers and politicians. But the fact is that these imbeciles and criminals only have The Power We Give Them. The government we have, or don’t have, is the government we deserve until we step up and take the power away from ththe criminals and other lunatics we allow to run our public affairs.
January 8, 2022
WILLIAM BURROUGH’S THANKSGIVING PRAYER
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William Burroughs’ Thanksgiving Prayer from J. Sprig on Vimeo.
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TEXT:
“Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream,
To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For nigger-killin’ lawmen, feelin’ their notches.
For decent church-goin’ women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody’s allowed to mind the own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories—all right let’s see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams”.
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William Seward Burroughs II ( /ˈbʌroʊz/; also known by his pen name William Lee; February 5, 1914 – August 2, 1997) was an American novelist, poet, essayist and spoken word performer. A primary figure of the Beat Generation and a major postmodernist author, he is considered to be “one of the most politically trenchant, culturally influential, and innovative artists of the 20th century.”[1] His influence is considered to have affected a range of popular culture as well as literature. Burroughs wrote 18 novels and novellas, six collections of short stories and four collections of essays. Five books have been published of his interviews and correspondences. He also collaborated on projects and recordings with numerous performers and musicians, and made many appearances in films.
January 7, 2022
DREAMS COME TRUE
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“When You Wish Upon A Star”
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
If your heart is in your dreams
No request is to extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wished upon a star
Your dreams come true
When you wish upon a star
Your dream comes true
Dutch tulip spectacular
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When its spring again… The Dutch tulip fields so spectacular they have become a tourist attraction | Mail Online.
January 6, 2022
CREATORS OF THE REFUGEE CRISIS
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This video explains why the flood of refugees streaming into Europe from the Syria and other mid-east areas is being caused and the planned agenda behind it. You will not see this in US media.
