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Friday November 22nd 2024
SEATTLE, WA >>> NORTH CENTRAL WA
The world was a dangerous place for the itinerant twisted player. ‘Mixed up and mixed up,’ Lilithiana had said. But that was in the future.
Meaning?
Meaning Johnny Woebegone was a mixed-up in the head, and got mixed up in things way over his head.
In a world that was fast falling apart, the times you were able to feel alive in the moment were becoming harder to find. And, if you looked too hard for them then you never found them. It was a world where similarly lost kindred spirits led you every which way, where the beguiling smiles of singers and dancers led you astray, and where your real friends were disguised as gangsters, con-artists, and late-night cops. Chemicals, aphrodisiacs and alcohol mingled freely with the raging torrent of creative juices, in a white knuckle, red adrenalin ride. And an intoxicating scent from another age might just creep up on you and ooze its way under your skin, sending you spiraling.
If all this were not enough the twenty twenties still provided the cloying plethora of artificial extensions of the mind and body, which collided with a natural world recoiling in horror. It could only end in tears and leave scars.
Back in Seattle the boy at the rental car company, and he was no more than a boy, had said: “We haven’t pulled them out of storage yet. You know nobody puts the winter tires on till December these days.”
But it’s nearly December Johnny heard himself saying … And sure enough two hours down the road up and over the Cascade Mountains the snowstorm blew in. Woebegone was a car wreck long before he ever got behind the wheel. Not for the first or last time in his life, personality and circumstance combined in an explosive mix. Like atoms, hurting in the belly and aching to make-out.
He saw the deer in time, and corrected the skid, but the ice under the thin film of snow kept the car moving sideways over the edge. The deer skipped away, but before you could finger a G-chord, warm flesh and crumpling metal met in a tangled, and what should have been deathly, embrace.
So there he was off–center of the middle of nowhere, rolling down a ravine thinking the car was just gonna fold up on him and crush him. And then …
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OTHER COUNTRY BLUES
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO THE RASPING BREATH,
OF MR ECONOMY IN THE NEXT BED.
“IF IT AIN’T BROKE, DON’T FIX IT,” HE SAID
I SAID,” TURN IT DOWN OLD MAN, TURN IT DOWN.”
HOLY HELL! POISON IN THE WELL.
JESUS! GOD! THE DEVIL!
MR E. TRYING TO GIVE ME THAT HARD, HARD SELL.
I SAID, “TURN IT DOWN, DOWN, DOWN.”
WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO?
TO KEEP THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD. ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON, ROLLING ON.
I’M A ROLLING STONE THAT MAYBE ROLLED MY LAST. I GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE HILL FAST. I GOT THIS GIG, BUT I KNOW IT CAN’T LAST. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
HOLY MOTHER! MERCY ME! I THINK I OVERDOSED ON SMART FREE
THIS BED DOESN’T FEEL VERY FREE TO ME. I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
WHERE DOES THE MONEY COME FROM? WHERE DOES ALL THE MONEY GO?
TO FIGHT ANOTHER OIL WAR TO END ALL OIL WARS
I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP
I NEED THE DEVIL’S COFFEE IN MY CUP
I’M UP THE CREEK, I GOT NO INSURANCE
A SNAFU, I’M KIND OF GETTING USED TO
THIS MILITARY ECONOMY HAS RUN ME THROUGH
I’M GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
I PAY MY TAX, BUT I CAN’T CHOOSE
I GUESS THEY FOUGHT A WAR OVER THAT ONE TOO
THEY DO IT IN THE OLD MOTHER COUNTRY TOO
WE’RE GOING DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
OTHER COUNTRY, SOMEONE HELP ME
MOTHER COUNTRY BLUES
I SCREAM AND SHOUT, BUT IT DOES NO USE
WHAT’S A BALD MAN TO DO?
NOW WE’RE ALL MOSTLY REFUGEES
TIRED OF LIVING ON OUR KNEES
DONE WITH SAYING PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE
TAKE IT DOWN, PLEASE TAKE IT DOWN
SO I TURN AND SAY TO MR E.
OOOH I COULD MURDER A CUP OF TEA
AND A FEW TRANS-GLOBAL COMPANIES
TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
TAKE ‘EM DOWN, DOWN, DOWN
Danbert Nobacon & The Axis of DissentTwisp, Washington
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