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Here’s a Tom Waits video featuring Margrite-esque imagery and anti-Luce-ian-Time Magazine-style-war-mayhem-chaos-bankster-commercialism. For me it’s an instant-classic Waits-bash of the Apocalyptic post-American Dream. Whatever it means for you is what is means for you. Only Tom knows for sure, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t give a shit about opinions in general. Selling albums and doing your art is all anyone usually needs or wants.
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Cookie Monster mash-up of the Tom Waits song:
Since the beginning of the “Electronic Era” (computers, cell phones, space ships, satellites, nuclear bombs, etc.) there has been growing sense of nervous hysteria in the world: an ominous feeling that an “Apocalypse” draws near. We’re not quite sure how our doom will be manifested but many people feel that the end is near. There are many possibilities to choose from: nuclear war, global warming, natural cataclysms, global fascist police state, alien invasion, biological warfare, financial meltdowns resulting in social chaos, asteroids, nom, nom, nom, nom, nom…. In any case it seems that the human race will become extinct by it’s own self-destructive behavior or by external forces beyond our control. Either way, doom is doom.
This is especially true since the False Flag 9-11 Event. We know that our “leaders” — the ones we were led to believe we “elected” — are working to carry out the agenda of a covert government. President Eisenhower and President Kennedy and President Lincoln and President Washington warned us: beware of Private Banks. Beware of the Military / Industrial / Congressional / Private Banking alliances that have hijacked our Egalitarian Dreams of Freedom, Liberty and Justice for All.
The “feeling” that God’s Away On Business may be founded in reality. However, in order to perceive this reality we have to take off our Rose-Colored-Hope-Glasses of blinding belief in a paradigm that an unseen “great spirit” is lovingly caring for each and every living being on Earth. The pain, war, starvation and misery suffered by the majority of the world population during the brief history of Humanity belies benevolence. So, where does our hope come from? And, what is the source of our foreboding feeling of eminent doom?
The UFO pilot interviewed by the US Army Air Force in 1947 at Roswell reveals the nature of a “secret government” that runs the show on Earth. The beings who compose this unseen force are ancient, powerful, evil and completely out of sight. Even the bankers and politicians on this planet don’t know they are pawns being manipulated by them. However, when you read the transcripts — as thousands of people have — we gain a profound sense of relief from the understanding of who’s “behind the curtain”. “Belief” has nothing to do with reality. Our situation on Earth is what it is. It’s not pretty. The simple fact is this: If we have the guts to look god straight in the eye, we see our Self reflected in it.
If you’ve been feeling like “god’s away on business”, you don’t have anything to lose by reading the Alien Interview. It might bring you some relief from the confusion of knowing that the boat is sinking but not knowing the source of the leak.
Visit the Alien Interview website to learn more…. https://alieninterview.org/
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I’m not getting old any more. I AM old. I’m 66. Jesus F*cking Krist! Who woulda’ thunk? Back when I was “young” — (between 18 and 45) I never imaged that I could get to be 66 years old! I thought that’s something that grandparents did. Well, guess what? I’m a grandparent too! F*ck! When you’re young, you think you’re going to live forever! Young people think anyone 5 years older than they are are “old”. For sure they don’t think they are personally ever going to be “old”. You’re going to live forever, right? You’re always going to be able to stay up all night and party, have sex whenever you want to, drink and smoke and work and run, play sports and do whatever the hell you want to do, like there’s no tomorrow. Well, guess what? It ain’t gonna happen! When your body gets old you slow down. Aches, pains, arthritis, hip replacements, knee surgery, no sex drive, no hard-on, no wetness where it’s supposed to be wet.
OK, it’s a fact of life…and death. So, I’m beginning to realize that I’m gonna die sooner than later. I know that reincarnation is a real thing. I can remember living many, many times before. Other bodies, other places, other times. Being able to remember that I’m an immortal spiritual being doesn’t make the prospect of being born again, in a new body, any easier to confront. For me, the idea of getting a new body and starting all over again on planet Earth doesn’t sound like much fun. It’s a Tom Waits moment…. “I don’t wanna grow up”…. This song is an anthem of protest against being “born again”:
I DON’T WANNA GROW UP (LYRICS by Tom Waits)
“When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That’s always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
That they’d never want
The only thing to live for
Is today
I’m gonna put a hole in my TV set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wnna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old Tomb
On Grand Street
When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
Fall in and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up”
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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.
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When you’re wasted on “reality” on Friday night or Saturday night, or any other night on Earth, in a not-illegal-alcohol-induced haze of “I-don’t-give-a-shit-anymore” psycho-dialectician-delirium… Tom Waits is here to rescue us from the homo sapiens mind humping, brain damaged, sour-circe-de-soul-dumping, amnesiac perversion….. forget about it… fuck-it-in-the-mouth…. it ain’t worth it… blues-music-from-oblivion….holographic-hallucination-from-Hell.. You-liberation-music…..