GABBA GABBA HEY, GET OFF MY CLOUD!

Halloween weekend show at the Blue Moon Tavern. Odd to think it was an old stomping ground for Kerouac. Now it's just another college pub. Rawmones crushed it that night.

Gabba Gabba Halloween

It was a (mostly*) candyless night, but still managed to get spooky. (My face in the mirror later that night...) The Rawmones put on a fun little show. *Thanks for the Bazooka Bubblegum.

UNCOMMON VALOR (A Vietnam Story)

Jedi Mind Tricks W/ R.A. The Rugged Man

[Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz]
Yeah..

I don't know why I'm over here this job is evil
They send me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people
My mother wrote me said the President he doesn't care
We trying to leave the footprints of America here
They say we're trying to stop Chinese expansion
But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed
Sent my whole entire unit thinking we can win
Against the Viet-Cong guerrillas there in Gia Dinh
I didn't sign up to kill women or any children
For every enemy soldier, we killing six civilians
Yeah, and that ain't right to me
I ain't got enough of mother fuckin' fight in me
It frightens me and I just want to see my son and moms
But over here they dropping seven million tons of bombs
I spend my days dodging all these booby traps and mines
And at night, praying to God that I get back alive
And I'm forced to sit back and wonder
Why I was a part of 'Operation Rolling Thunder'
In a fox hole with nine months left here
Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here

[Interlude]
(soldier speaking)
I don't want to be here. I'm scared, I just want to go home.
(officer speaking)
You fucking kidding me? Don't be a pussy. Don't you love your country?
(soldier speaking)
I like being here. I'm ready.

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John H. Staff Sergeant, Marksman
Skillin', killin', illin' I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship, run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit, won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've ended up killin'
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese, bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we about to hit some trees
'til the rotor broke, crash land, American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs, explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines
Pray to the one above, It's raining and I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all types
I must have died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

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Would you like to be sad?

You may think I look sad
But I am just sleeping
It’s my facial expression
I’m probably dreaming

Would you like to be sad?
Would you like me to teach you?
Well, you can learn to be sad
But you must practice like I do

You must follow directions
And learn it right from the start
There isn’t a short cut
It must come from your heart

There are those who are happy
There are those who are wise
But it’s the truly sad people
Who get the most out of life

You may think I look sad
But I am just sleeping
It’s my facial expression
I’m probably dreaming

-d.b.

BRING THAT BEAT BACK

PE just never gets old.....

Public Enemy
"Bring that Beat Back"

[verse 1]
Played in Cincinatti
Wit my whole head nappy
Made a rally in the street
Wit nothin' but a beat
Gotta grudge against a judge
Kick em out that seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick n tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
Saw em drop it like it
Was way too hot and too fast
For hip-hop doo-wop rock or bop
Ain't here to hurt you
Don't hang in them circles
Government ain't got me
Yet so yall don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin from Bill Cosby
What does he gotta do
wit you doin you?
Yall know what?
DJ Lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's what's up

[Verse 2:]
Feedback from truly
Freed blacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to
bring that beat back
Each generation thinks
The next one is wack
Jumpstarted in the daze of crack
R&B Reagan, daddy Bush
Way the hell on back
Pray to god
Feel like I got a church in
myself, good god uh
Can't get no help
I say again health care cutback
Shit is whack
Bring that beat back

[Verse 3:]
They say the youth don't matter
And the old don't mind
It takes a lotta spine
To build all them young minds

Some of us get ghetto at
the wrong damn time
Album what? we just
makin' one at a time
To save another brother
whose life on the line
A big shot to claim some
rocks and shine
Signs of a soul gone solo
Robbed blind
A very small part of half
the worlds crime
Runaway child blown by
an old land mine
Little ones workin' in diamond mines

So cats can say what's
hers and what's mine
Diamonds are girls best friend
So why's he cryin'?

[Verse 4:]
See when y'all hear it get near it
And you recognize the lyrics
You trained to refrain
And you start to fear it, escapism
Like today there ain't racism
Obviously y'all ain't see
Black folks on TV
Judgment calls
Made on behalf of you and me
Or you and I
Do or die
I say an "I" for an "I"
Dividin' line
Got the poor people
Payin' for crime
Corporations gettin' paid
off our jail time
Now y'all can tell Russell
Yes I knock the hustle
Cause 2 million in lock-down
Under federal muscle
Beyond the streets
These kids is always watchin'
Watching some of these
jerks when they go berserk
So I work...

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Heligoland (Deluxe Version) Massive Attack

About time for a new release, thankfully. Not like their usual stuff, for the most part. Weird 5 minute songs that tend to layer the most music in the last minute, sometimes after the vocals have ended. Lara says that's a jazz thing. I don't recognize it as such. But I find it fascinating. It makes you patient. But it also makes the album grow on you. Each song, you like it the more you listen to it, even in one go. This is not a critique. I hate all forms of artistic/art critique. Just observation from a musical layman. I don't think it hits me like Mezzanine or 1000th Window, but I think it may be more complex. Might take longer to sink in. Definitely experimental, pushing boundaries or whatever. I think I like it, and think I might like it very much. Maybe in a week I'll hate it.

BOB

Dreamed I heard a Dylan song last night that made me cry. Odd thing is, I never heard the song before, I musta made it up.

Wish i could remember the lyrics.

They probably sounded like Bob Ross.

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A Friend once called me Quinnard Skynyrd...

I was just curious about what "they were sayin'."

Google is whimsical and mystical....

http://lynyrdskynyrddixie.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1399 

Was reading Gene's book last night and got to the chapter where he talks about the Confederate flag, etc. This reminded me how often I've heard people question whether Skynyrd was a bunch of Southern racists.

I can tell you absolutely, they were not. Around 1970, or so, Skynyrd was in Chattanooga, TN playing at McCaully Military Academy for their prom or something, and afterwards, they came to a small club where my band was playing. The club was called Natty Bumppo's. They listened until we took a break and then asked to sit in. This is a whole 'nother story in itself, but to the point, Ronnie really liked our guitar player, an excellent musician named John who played with James Brown and some other R'n'B bands. He could play our set list in the style of Hendrix one night, Jeff Beck the next, The Meters the night after that, etc.

Anyway, after Ed left the band Ronnie, who had gotten John's mother's number that night, called him up and offered John the gig. John said something like, "Are you crazy?", I can't see me standing on stage in Waycross Ga. under a confederate flag playing 'Sweet Home Alabama' for your redneck fans!". Ronnie assured him it wasn't like that and that it would be OK. But John stayed in Chattanooga.

I never doubted John's voracity, but if I had, I would have known the story was true after the crash when I saw him. He was visibly shaken. "I would have been on that plane", he said. "I would be dead".

I forgot to mention, John was black. Skynyrd thought he was great. Ronnie apparently wanted him in the band. Enough said.