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I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
I’m sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
I’ve had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna Mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
It’s money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
At 16, my son has to be the coolest kid in the world. He follows no one, does his own thing and believes in his own ability to accomplish his goals. He’s not interested in alcohol or drugs which, at sixteen, and especially in this day and age, is amazingly cool.
He’s not fixated on sex. He has a good understanding of what makes a truly good person and he knows bullshit when he hears it, which, sadly, is quite often. But he doesn’t take shit from anyone and is happy to point out to others the shortcomings in their thinking. He’s a good listener and is good about taking in the “facts” and weighing them against logic, reality, and experience; a rarity these days.
He loves to surf and does it for all the right reasons; because it’s healthy, a spiritual experience, and it connects him to the universe in a way nothing else can. He doesn’t talk about his supposed conquests in the water but instead feels enriched and enlivened deep down in his soul. He has no need to brag or prove himself. He just loves the ocean and he knows there’s little that words can accomplish in relating this to others.
He takes nothing at face value and knows that the arbitrary labels, titles, and manufactured images we assign to ourselves and others are meaningless. He knows that people are never what they appear to be or want us to believe they are. He knows they are not what and who they think they are and it doesn’t take him long to see the truth in another’s true being. And he knows we are never what and who we THINK we are, but merely a composite reflection of what we do and say.
On the larger scene, he knows all politicians are liars, that religion is for the hopelessly lost and simple-minded, that most authority figures don’t deserve the least bit of respect, and his elders (our elders and peers are so busy working on their 13-year-old versions of themselves so as to render themselves little more than silly children) better prove to him that their supposed “wisdom” can hold up in the clear light of day.
When I grow up I’d like to be just like my son…
My next door neighbors are average Americans. They sit in front of the TV all day and come out every once in a while to regurgitate their vile, depraved, trash like some kind of demented twitter feed. They spew non-sensical shit for about 15 minutes then retreat back to the TV for more brain-washing.
The US military is made up of closet homosexuals who aren’t qualified for anything other than emitting cave man grunts and murdering defenseless women and children. Those guns and tattoos sure do make you look tough though, but you’re not fooling me. Sissies made brave by carrying an M-16.
Please don’t insult my intelligence by suggesting what I should do. I haven’t asked for your, or anyone else’s advice. And don’t kid yourself into thinking that you can make me think otherwise. I’ll know when the coast is clear again. So until then, shut the hell up and keep your bullshit to yourselves, spoken or otherwise.
And further, the US Gov.’t and the average American are nothing but a bunch of lazy, stupid animals and anyone who believes their bullshit is just as depraved and moronic as they are.
Oh, but ain’t that America for you and meIf you’re an activist artist (musician, painter, etc.) opposed to the tyranny of the US Gov.’t AND you have your art for sale online, please beware. I’ve heard the CIA can use the Patriot Act or some other such “legal” means to syphon off your profits if they perceive you to be a THREAT (tongue in cheek) to the American Status Quo.
I sure do miss John Lennon, Bob Marley, John Denver, Kurt Cobain and Michael Jackson.
Michael was working on what would have been one of the greatest Peace and Love Tours of all time. Kind of inconvenient to the war-mongers in the CIA and the Pentagon.
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Here’s Bob Marley foretelling his own death:
Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit. Read the rest of this entry »
Brief notes on stuff:
1. No offense to Christians but I personally don’t think Jesus is coming back. We might better rely on one another to make the changes that are needed in the world. Just sayin’. It’s been 2,000 years and I’ve seen no sign of him. Care about each other and fear nothing. Love is the most radical weapon in the world and the Powers-that-be don’t understand it, possess it, nor can they even conceive of it.
2. If Obama is the leader of the United States then I’m the CEO of the world. He only makes $400,000 per year. That doesn’t buy much influence. Follow the money people. He who has the most money makes the rules in this world. The rest is just a sideshow to keep you deflected from the truth. And they have a very bad choreographer. The veil, once lifted, can never be replaced.
3. Your government loves that you hold God responsible for the world’s problems and not them. And they’re laughing all the way to the bank.
4. (Addendum to #1) Fear only those who sell sex, drugs and alcohol as keys to your happiness.
5. I have the deepest sympathy for President Obama. If he was to tell the truth about what he knows that goes on behind closed doors in Washington, the money men would kill him on the spot.
6. The CIA is nothing more than a bunch of glorified Rent-A-Cops for the Corporations and the Military. Sissies without guns.
From Our Band (The Julian Day):
We just want to thank our fans who listen to our music online. Two years into this music adventure we haven’t sold one CD or T-shirt (Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!) but the fact that we have a devoted fan base who visits our Reverbnation and Facebook pages time after time makes us thrilled that our message is making it out there. Thanks Folks. We love you! www.reverbnation.com/thejulianday
Ticket to Ride
Prologue
Just Another Day – Livy Tinsley
To lead a better life, I need my love to be here.
- from “Here, There And Everywhere” by the Beatles
As the sun was setting over the Pacific Islands, casting it’s multi-color, thousand shaded dance on the faces of people she would never know, if only through the stories of a future, decade away lover, Olivia Tinsley (Livy) was waking to the new day. North London, having yet shed its coal-smoke past, greeted the morning like a stepmother embracing an unwanted child. But Livy’s spirit was above this, stepmother or not, she was connected to the morning. Her world was never just East Finchley. Hers was all that the equator bisected and all that lay between the poles. And while only a young girl, she knew she would bring them all to see this.
This particular morning, Saturday, December 17, 1967, was Livy’s birthday. She was turning ten today, double-digits, the first step toward young womanhood and the springtime of Psyche.
Trudy would be waiting. And the two friends, connected by a vision that stretched beyond the High street and market day, would walk above what others saw. Today their trek would take them to the Thames, a river which, in both their minds, led to the all of the oceans of the world.
They met at the corner as they did on so many other mornings, liberated from the utilitarian drabness of their council-flat homes. (This drabness should be seen as only the narrator’s point of view because neither girl could be “bothered” with pigeonholing themselves as being poor.) Poverty was something they saw in their parents’ eyes. It scared them, like the [Boogie Man], and solidified in them, a desire to not be poor, at least in spirit, and dreams. Dreams were what they had, a warm cloak against the morning air and their protection against their mother’s insistent urging to dress more warmly. The only warmth Livy needed today was what she saw in the floppy-haired eyes of Paul McCartney. The Beatles were in full force and she saw in them, especially in Paul, the promise of the world outside; a world full of Europe, America and the power of words to make change. Read the rest of this entry »
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Congratulations and much success gents!”
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The following is a quote by Friedrich Nietzche; an appropriate way, I think, to finish an unfinished novel:
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market-place, and cried incessantly: “I am looking for God! I am looking for God!”
As many of those who did not believe in God were standing together there, he excited considerable laughter. Have you lost him, then? said one. Did he lose his way like a child? said another. Or is he hiding? Is he afraid of us? Has he gone on a voyage? or emigrated? Thus they shouted and laughed. The madman sprang into their midst and pierced them with his glances.
“Where has God gone?” he cried. “I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I. We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained the earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Whither are we moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not perpetually falling? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is it not more and more night coming on all the time? Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? Do we not smell anything yet of God’s decomposition? Gods too decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we, murderers of all murderers, console ourselves? That which was the holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet possessed has bled to death under our knives. Who will wipe this blood off us? With what water could we purify ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we need to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we not ourselves become gods simply to be worthy of it? There has never been a greater deed; and whosoever shall be born after us – for the sake of this deed he shall be part of a higher history than all history hitherto.”
Here the madman fell silent and again regarded his listeners; and they too were silent and stared at him in astonishment. At last he threw his lantern to the ground, and it broke and went out. “I have come too early,” he said then; “my time has not come yet. The tremendous event is still on its way, still travelling – it has not yet reached the ears of men. Lightning and thunder require time, the light of the stars requires time, deeds require time even after they are done, before they can be seen and heard. This deed is still more distant from them than the distant stars – and yet they have done it themselves.”
It has been further related that on that same day the madman entered divers churches and there sang a requiem. Led out and quietened, he is said to have retorted each time: “what are these churches now if they are not the tombs and sepulchres of God?”
Dear Sirs/Ladies,
We hope you are all well.
Here is a video we’d like to share.
Endorsed by Julie J.J. K of the Tibetan Children’s Village our song “Policy” is aimed at bringing democracy to China and sovereignty for Tibetans.
Thanks for listening!
- The Julian Day
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