Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
The higher the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail.
Call no man happy ’til he dies.
There’s no milk at the bottom of the pail.
God builds a church.
The Devil builds a chapel like the thistles that are growing ’round the trunk of a tree.
All the good in the world you can put inside a thimble and still have room for you and me.
If there’s one thing you can say about Mankind: there’s nothing kind about Man.
You can drive out Nature with a pitch fork but it always comes roaring back again.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
For want of a bird the sky was lost.
For want of a nail a shoe was lost.
For want of a life the knife was lost.
For want of a toy a child was lost.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
Misery’s the River of the World.
Misery’s the River of the World.
Everybody Row! Everybody Row!
I’m not getting old any more. I AMold. 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”
You got to lie to me…. If you don’t, then nothing moves on. This universe is built of lies. Think about it: if everybody always told the exact, whole, unaltered truth about every detail of their thoughts and actions we would all die an agonizing death of excruciating boredom! Don’t take my word for it. Try it. Tell everyone the exact, unaltered truth about what you really think and what you really do all the time. Do it for 3 days. Even 24 hours. Or, how about 20 minutes? I dare you! Send me an e-mail and tell me what happened. lrs@lawrencerspencer.com
One of the reasons I love Tom Waits songs is that is his sacrilegious disagreement with reality. And, the mo-fo can really do music good!
Lyrics:
put a dead cat on the railraod tracks
when the wolf bains blooming by the tressel
and get the eyeball of a rooster
and the stones from a ditch
and wash em down with bilge water
and say you’ll never snitch
take the buttons from a yellow jacket
the feather from a buzzard
and the blood from the bounty hunters cold black heart
catch the tears of a window
in a thimble made ofglass
tell your mamaand your papa
theycan kiss your ass
poison all the water in the wishin’ well
and hang all them scarecrows from a sycamore tree
burn down all those honeymoons
put em in a pillow case
and wait next to the switch blades at the amusements park for me
strangle all the cristmas carols
scratch out all you prayers
tie em up with barbed wire
and push them down the stairs
and i’ll whittle you a pistol
for reepin’ nightmares off the blinds
those sunsabitches always seem to sneak up from behind
syphom all the gas from your daddys pickup truck
fill up jonnys t bird
i got a couple bucks
put on little perfume and ribbon in your hair
careful that you don’t wake up the hounds
tear a bolt of lightning
off the side of the sky
and throw in the cedar chest
if you want me to tell you why
bring the gear shift knob from a 49 mere
and lay down here beside me
let me hold you in the dirt
and you’ll tremble as the flames
tear the throat out of the night
sink your teeth into my shoulder
dig your nails into my back
tell that lettle girl to let go of my sleeve
you’ll be awoman when i catch you
as you faqll in love with me
then with my double barrel shotgun
and a whole box of shells
we’ll celebrate the 4 of july
we’ll do 100 mph
spendin’ someone elses dough
and we’ll drive all the way to reno
on the wrong side of the road.
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/