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Thursday, August 3, 2017

"Tonight's Word: Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues" - Heisenberg - 8.3.17

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 8:05 PM EDT on August 3, 2017

Out on the road today I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac.
A little voice inside my head said:
"Don't look back, you can never look back."
I thought I knew what love was.
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever.
I should just let 'em go, but

I can see you,
Your brown skin shining in the sun.
You got that top pulled down,
And that radio on, baby.
And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong,
After the boys of summer have gone. - Boys Of Summer

And that brings us to tonight's word: GOOD TIME CHARLIE'S GOT THE BLUES

You feel that in the air? You feel that wind of change blowing up your kilt, Wallace? You smell the harvest corn being roasted? Getting the feeling summer is over? Got those butterflies fluttering around? Starting to notice the gang is all leaving town? Starting to miss Paddys Pub even though we're all still here (kinda)? Strange feeling yes? Good time Charlie's got the blues.

How can we have the blues, you're asking? Are we sad at the death of this 3D way of life, the only life we've ever known? Maybe sad isn't the right word. Maybe pensive or melancholy fits better. Melancholy that someday I might go down to the local Starbucks and there's a mom and pop coffee house in it's place. I may not be able to get my vanilla bean java chip frappichino with raspberry syrup no whip in under 3 minutes, but .... on the bright side...there's live music. There's a guy playing Dylan cover tunes that would have never flown under Starbucks corporate management. Maybe the employees move a little slower, but people seem to smile more. Mood seems lighter. But as the kids say, I wants my Starbucks. Is there some hidden subliminal message in that logo or something?


We all know we're going to a better place, a place where everyone's going to be happier. Try asking that cashier working 3 jobs if he's having fun. Seems like the only one's having fun are the ones living fat and easy up on bankers hill. That party's always going strong. And going strong on the backs of the poor and middle class. IE us. IE you. IE me. IE meek. I mean, how many more scams are going to come out of Wells Fargo? What's the over/under in Vegas? If only I were a betting man. But I don't bet in Vegas. I bet on the Zim. Odds were insane. Buy in was low. Glad I took the over...oh boy am I glad. But think of those bankers now. We hear many many have been escorted out the door under the charge of shenanigans. Such a nice word for backstabbing humanity, isn't it? So yea, many of those Monopoly monacle wearing cigar smoking bankers are being told to shape up or ship out. The party is starting to lose it's steam. Where'd those boys of summer go? Good time Charlie's got the blues.

And what about the CIA drug running? That was a hell of a party. Let's break that one down: politicians getting the cops to collect and run drugs for the cons using tax payer dollars thru military bases to poison the poor and middle class neighborhoods wrecking those communities. I must admit, that's a heck of a con. Well done sir.

(jeez, take a compliment, why doncha?) The more I read (and trust me, all you newbies, I'm tired of hearing about all the cons. If you just got to the party, be thankful you missed it all) the more I truly believe there was a higher malnevolant intelligence that masterfully put the screws to us on the reg. On the daily. The one thing that gets me through are the freedom fighters who rose up and bravely inserted their benevolant message through music and preachings. I guess this is the birth of the blues. Born in the south by African American slaves, it's very fitting for freedom fighters like Bob Marley, Dylan, U2, MLK to expand those blues to reach all of us slaves throught the world. At least to the ones who know they were slaves, not the Twin Peaks crowd. I'd love to time warp to the end of slavery in the US and ask some of those newly freed, "What is going thru your mind? Are you nervous? Are you concerned about your future? Do you know where you are going? Are you going to miss your fellow inmates?" I guess the difference between us and them is we're given a couple trillion fish and loaves to help us and our families get on our feet. So maybe we're not as worried as they were because we know that big boss man is gone forever. I'm not just talking about the slaves bosses, but ALL boss men. But still, it's a butterfly in the stomach feeling nonetheless. Talkin' butterfly blues. Dang, that paragraph was all over the place. I'll let me brother Ezekiel sum it up: "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee". Right back atcha. This bird's for you.

Us chosen ones are susceptible to the blues, are we not? I heard it in game over. Us chosen ones with the largest piece of the pie are not immune. Humans have been king of the blues as a species for a long time so I guess it's in our DNA. But were WE ever "good time Charlies"? Was this RV journey ever a big party? More of a pity party *crickets* Was the RV roller coaster ever a vacay to disneyland? I don't know about everyone but in the end....I kinda had a bit o' fun. Saw the pump fake pattern a little early so that helped. 10 years was a long time to be chasing this funding tho. That's how it started, funding a damn hotel. And what did we discover along the way? Well...found out I was a slave. My gov't knowingly killed its citizens for profit and/or pure apathy. Betrayal. It was ugly. But what else did I find? I found hundreds of kindred spirits in a big world. I found a hard belief in our galactic brothers complete with perceived proof (that's my clever way of saying "I believe it so it's real"). I found hope in every rate increase of the Zim. I found responsibility that scares the heck out of me. I found my voice. I found my faith. And I think looking back, I'm going to be proud of what we did here. Wasn't easy. So yea, we all sang the blues in those cotton fields. But they were OUR blues. And some of you perfected that harmonica. Some learned that slide guitar pretty well. Some of those lyrics blew my mind. So, were we good time Charlies? Yes....in a spiritual, suffering, rose colored sense of the phrase. And as much as a slave can be.

They could take our lives and they could take our freedom, but they could not take our happiness. They could not take our joy. Our love and camaraderie we had for the each other. The hope we experienced lit my fire. I worked thru so many issues that were dragging me down. I found my purpose. After being disillusioned by the Catholic church, I found my God. And I didn't find him by accident. I found God thru all you your help. Dark and light both. I learned so much about Jesus and why he came here. And why he left. So the jubiliee started a little early for me. And even though we were all out the in the hot Mississippi sun, every night I came home, we pulled that rock hammer out and worked on that tunnel. Cause like brother Andy says, get busy living or get busy dying. And like brother Dylan says, he not being busy being born is busy dying. Between the hope and the salvation and the jokes and the music and the Guinness I actually didn't have that bad a time here. Although it did drive me to drink. Healing ship, I'll take a new liver and a side salad to go.


And maybe we can get the band back together after it's all said and done. But it won't be the same will it? Kinda like those early Springsteen bootleg tapes. Or that early U2. That crackling energy and raw youth that is willing to make big mistakes. To be awkward. Open mouth insert foot. Because those few faithful listening don't care about the hiccups. The face plants. The ass backward bung hole bungles (NOT a good band name). No...the faithful understand without being asked. The faithful forgive. Because over time, that lighting in a bottle is lost to a civilized symphony. Something to be played in front of kings and queens rather than the stenchy beer stained floor at CBGB's. It's not singing the blues for the 100 incorruptable at a house party anymore but rather a 30,000 seat arena where you kinda gotta watch what you say. Play "Show me your O face"! Sorry don't play that one anymore, there's kids in the room. So maybe we'll get the band back together and play a suprise gig on top of a liquor store in downtown Los Angeles. You know, for the good times. And even tho this Charlie gots some gold backed zim tucked into his chuck taylors on the eve of heaven on Earth, I think it's appropriate to belt out the blues one more time. Some may be singing the talkin' central sun conditioning blues. Others may be singing the where did my brothers and sisters go blues. Yet others will be singing the I'm gonna miss my friends blues. Or maybe the go tell it on the mountain blues. What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song? Yea, that's the one. For all the po boys. Good time Charlie's got the blues.

And that's the word


ps Leenish, love the song. You've been a wonderful sister on this journey. I'll be listening. That wasnt threatening, was it? ;)

pss I love this U2 video below. It's a liquor store rooftop concert in a not so good area of LA. You have the police full of fear that an uncontrollable riot might break out. But check out the love in the crowd. I guess the children do know how to behave. Lesson here? Love wins over chaos and fear. Told you Jesus was everywhere.







"Good Time Charlie's Got The Blues"

Everybody's goin' away
Said they're movin' to LA
There's not a soul I know around
Everybody's leavin' town

Some caught a freight, some caught a plane
Find the sunshine, leave the rain
They said this town's a waste of time
I guess they're right, it's wastin' mine
Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues

Ya know my heart keeps tellin' me
"You're not a kid at thirty-three"
"Ya play around, ya lose your wife"
"Ya play too long, you lose your life"

I got my pills to ease the pain
Can't find a thing to ease the rain
I'd love to try and settle down
But everybody's leavin' town

Some gotta win, some gotta lose
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues
Good time Charlie's got the blues



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