In another life I used to be a poet and, at times, your classic black-trench-wearing, cigarette-smoking art fag. Angry didn’t begin to cover what was my default state of being in my 20’s.
My poor Rickenbacker 4003 has taken a lot of abuse over the years with me taking my frustrations out on it rather than going postal. Yeah, musician too folks, but the livestream regulars already know this.
Fast forward to my late 30’s and the post-Lehman Bros. Era dominated by central bank created fake markets and I’m whiling away away 250+ miles from home watching the acceleration of the degradation of Western society from my man cave cum laboratory breathing enough hydrogen and ethylenediamine to drive even a Mormon missionary to violence.
It was during this period in 2011 I wrote the following lyrics. For those of you who think this blog is something new for me, something that came out of the potential euphoria of a Trump Presidency as Successful Insurrection Against the Banksters, no.
My problem is I’ve always been 10 years ahead of the game.
So, on this morning where the r/WallStreetBets army are taking on the most systemically important and vulnerable market in the world, silver, this song’s for you.
What I Want to Know
Why do the worst always get to the top?
Be it a lawyer, banker or roided-up cop
Who flies off in a rage when I quote him the law,
defendin’ myself. Man! That’s the last straw.
But may it is that’s the gig with The Rules,
To use by the Rulers on the Ruled.
Shout down the Speakers, but defend the disturbed
and throw all those deadbeats and their kids to the curb.
Let ’em drug up your kids while they Tazer your Granny
Or else… Here’s Nurse Ratched, the Inquisitor Nanny.
So, What Do I Want… and Where Am I Going?
And why is Bernanke seen as all knowing?
And Where is the Horse and Where is the Rider?
And Where are my keys, and Why am I wider?
Why do I hurt when I’m so broken and numb?
Why do we continue to fight for their crumbs?
When will the revolts turn from Red to Brown?
Forget Violet or Orange! Stop trusting in clowns?
Shantih! Shantih! A seeming finale…
Conceived and produced by one, Alistair Crowley.
What I want to know….
What I want to know….
What I want to know….
The Dude’s not abiding, Mr. Wales is plumb mean,
It’s enough to make even the most rational “Green.”
The envy, the hate, the statistics, the jokes
All mask the real problem that everyone’s broke.
The bridges are falling and the culture’s decaying…
And even the hair of the dog’s begun graying.
Everyone’s shouting and fingers are pointed
But anger makes everything sound so disjointed.
And it’s that more than terr’ism needs killin’
Less Hillary, Palin or Limbaugh, more Dylan.
What I want to know….
What I want to know….
What I want to know….
Just askin’ questions won’t get it done.
You’d better sack up or they’ve already won.
Just find your voice along with your balls
and get hold of this barrel before it reaches the falls…
But wait there’s much more than I don’t understand
As I stop and I turn to the guys in my band
and ask them what they think’s going on…
Do they like the cut of the jib of this song?
They turn to me and say that I am in charge
As long as this ship’s more a cruise than a barge
Get back in the groove, Man, and make a fresh start
The whole is much more than the sum of our parts.
It’s real good advice and it cuts through the thickness
But doesn’t get down to the source of the sickness.
So, here’s my best offer Mr. Congressman Thievin’
Why don’t you go fuck yourself, and we’ll call it even.
What I want to know,
is when you will go
and leave us alone.
Love the last two lines especially!
Not very.
A wise man knows that the most psychologically healthy response to whatever happens to himself is that he willed to happen to himself.
Your body only produces a finite amount of instinctual psychic energy per day. If something happens to yourself that you don’t like and you waste it being angry or living in the past. Then you’ve literally wasted it unproductively.
I can’t believe I was so stupid to will myself to live on a planet run by incompetent, globalist moral retards without a conscience. lol
If your familiar with Boydian strategic theory or Sun Tzu, you know that finance capitalism will lose because their too immoral/unadaptable.
Silver/SLV ADX indicator is setting up.
https://www.investopedia.com/articles/trading/07/adx-trend-indicator.asp
Is that picture from the Prisoner?
Far out dude. I AM NOT A NUMBER!
Totally fed up with the Deep State and the UniParty. I have reached to point of recognizing that We the People have irreconcilable differences and before we get to the domestic violence phase the only solution is secession. Failing secession, my alternative is to leave the country and live on a boat in the Caribbean area.
As long as we channel our anger into defeating the communists I am all for it. But Tom, you are going to scare the livestock, not to mention the new puppy! Goats and ducks are very sensitive so they might prefer a few choruses of the Best of Sonny & Cher. They won’t notice if you enhance the lyrics a bit. “I’ve Got Rage Babe” perhaps?
I’m empresses, , you could have been the US version of The Jam or may more
I don’t know, Tom. Do you think I’m pissed off? :)
https://www.change.org/p/farmers-national-strike-to-restore-our-economic-liberties
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2021/01/01/defund-the-police-no-defeed-the-destroyers/
https://www.theburningplatform.com/2021/01/10/obedience-to-god-is-liberating-or-how-i-learned-to-love-the-bread-box/#comments
maybe i am vain, maybe i am insane
maybe i am right and someone group doesnt like
Very Zappa (ish)
I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s what i was going for.
Lucky it wasn’t for a living
These people smile and laugh
When you seek to settle the score
They have been doing this for generations
They will be still be doing this
When you are no more.
The Sheep look up…
We are all THE PRISONER now..
“Questions are a burden to others” “A still tongue makes for a happy life”
Be seeing you!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DDXG-dHugc (Wear My Sunglasses @ Night Parody)
In desperation do you prefer loneliness or the company of snakes? Set up my own cage for 10 years, in 2020 they bolted it shut. I am every definition of a rat. Funny the lyrics allude, it’s the layers of lies and secrets between agencies (from CDC to CIA and their counterparts) – those fuckers make my blood boil, but especially in conjunction with being poked, prodded and tested physically and psychologically while medicine leaves everyone I know to die coated in oily science and I have to fend 600% for myself in a system designed for exclusive state medicine with self-help banned. I want to believe there are those on our side in agencies but love and ethics don’t pay their bills or vip badges. Paying the pensions of the people who destroyed you inside out. The music scene is the worst disappointment of my life (see all my old favorite punk bands, guy on corbert report agrees) and injection of actual thought is urgently needed to help fight this virus. I’m so tired of being used.
Me too. The Torture Never Stops (Zappa), does it?
This song is how I feel 24/7, R.I.P. Warrel Dane
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j50vHKlEC-0
There’s no love, there’s no trust, you have nothing, without freedom. Someone was trying to convince me to trust them for a year and a half during this pandemic with no verification of their claims, the type of person you hold onto forever and die for, but the whole time my cat-like instincts told me there was something rotten in their process, shades of the establishment. Some people think like dogs, but you have white dogs, and German shepherds. I’d rather die alone a free being. You love something, set it free. Thanks for making this blog, I couldn’t stay down to earth enough without people like you.
Remember, I wrote and recorded this in 2011. You get through it.
And you are welcome
(same guy x3, wp doesn’t connect) It doesn’t feel like there’s a precedent. They’ve physically polluted our bodies and brains to dumb down the population for decades, full-on biological attack on the population’s mental health and conditioning, with pharmaceutical corruption of both research and health agencies and poverty they’re now indoctrinating an entire generation, and it’s culminating. This is real based on the health science research I had to do to save my own life. The things they’re doing to everyone I lived a microcosm for 7 years as did the communities I spent time in, completely abandoned by our health systems in Canada, U.S and U.K. Now I’m slowly disintegrating so good time to lose fear of death, no violence implied
https://impossibleadversity.wordpress.com/2021/02/28/dear-traitor-justin-trudeau-and-chrystia-freeland/
p.s. I ignored a friend’s obsessive passion for Zappa for 20 years and only listened to a song on your advice
I think it was his Brother who said that, just before they were both shot in the back.