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GOD’S AWAY ON BUSINESS

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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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WHISTLIN’ PAST THE GRAVEYARD

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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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WAITS BREAKS LUCE

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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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WASTED ON REALITY

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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…..

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MISERY’S THE RIVER OF THE WORLD

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Video by Richard Borge

Lyrics and Music by Tom Waits:

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!