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TOM TIME

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Recently, I’ve become addicted to Tom Waits.  He’s the existential zen master of musical eloquence.

Well the smart money’s on Harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And you’re east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancee’s in the mirror
And the band is going home, it’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
And it’s true there’s nothing left for him down here

And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

And they all pretend they’re orphans and their memory’s like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget
That history puts a saint in every dream

Well she said she’d stick around until the bandages came off
But these mama’s boys just don’t know when to quit
And Mathilda asks the sailors “Are those dreams or are those prayers?”
So close your eyes, son, and this won’t hurt a bit

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they’re on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off ’til I come back again

Oh it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time
And it’s time time time, and it’s time time time
And it’s time time time that you love
And it’s time time time.

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PSYCHEDELIC VISIONS

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The term psychedelic is derived from the Ancient Greek words psihi (ψυχή – psyche, “soul“) and dilosi (δήλωση – “manifest”), translating to “soul-manifesting“.

A psychedelic experience is characterized by the striking perception of aspects of one’s mind previously unknown, or by the creative exuberance of the mind liberated from its ostensibly ordinary fetters. Psychedelic states are an array of experiences including changes of perception such altered states of awareness or focused consciousness, variation in thought patterns, mystical states, and other mind alterations. These processes can lead some people to experience changes in mental operation defining their self identity (whether in momentary acuity or chronic development) different enough from their previous normal state that it can excite feelings of newly formed understanding ranging from revelation and enlightenment. Psychedelic states may be elicited by various techniques, such as contemplation or meditation, which cause spiritual transcendence beyond the body and the physical universe.

Delusion or hallucination, on the other hand, can be caused by drugs, shock, accidents, operations, duress, pain, hynopsis and other external impacts that force the spiritual being to leave the body against their will.  Revelation, enlightenment, understanding and freedom are already within you.  You can reveal them naturally with study, spiritual discipline and persistence.

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DOWNTON ABBEY: AN EGALITARIAN OVERVIEW

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DOWNTON ABBEY — an egalitarian overview for viewers of “public” television, financed by “charitable contributions” from the Mega-wealthy, who want you to think you deserve their pity:

Pretentious, self-indulgent vulgarity, greed, gluttony, disdain for the peasant class, grotesque extravagances of the Imperial British social / economic establishment in England, flaunting the arrogance of myopia of assholes who arduously grunt through an incessant utter waste of creative resources lavished upon the self-appointed royalty,  who murder innocent wildlife for amusement, pontificate with gratuitous condescension their disdain for humanity, while pretending piety, by the  murderous thieves who stole the wealth of many continents by brutal force of arms so they can stuff their flaccid faces full of culinary delicacies five times a day while attired in evening dress and catered to by Caucasian slaves — without regard to the Karmic consequences of their criminal decadence!  This tedious ordeal is made to appear “civil” through the cinematic ruse of elaborately aesthetic costumes, quarters and cutlery and a synthetic English countryside where it never, ever rains…. (it’s not a Reality Show, but then, Reality Shows are not “real” either….)

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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”