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Solo artist, home taper. Gear from companies. Music from heart. ********************************************************* NOTE: THIS ALBUM AND TUNES FROM IT ARE ALSO AVAILABLE AT REALLY LOW PRICES PER SONG AT ALMOST ALL OF THE VARIOUS MP3 DIGITAL DOWNLOAD COMPANIES OUT THERE WHO PROVIDE THAT SERVICE. JUST SO YOU KNOW THAT CONVENIENCE EXISTS FOR THIS ALBUM! ********************************************************* Hey this is it, this is what you got. Try to make due with it, like it or not. This is life. This is life.. This is life.... Ah, screw it!.....here, have s'more POT! Don't need no note from your doctor, man! (insert guitar solo here) ... Ok so who wants to just TALK about their music? I can do this and I can play that. Who cares? Just do it and let's hear it. Never mind showing off. That's why I keep my mouth shut about my music. Besides, if you're not on TV or the radio and making big bux, here is what you get for your efforts in ART and MUSIC, for the most part: "If you're so good, how come you're not RICH and FAMOUS?" "IF you're so talented like you keep boasting about your damned self..then why are you still around here?" "If you're so high and mighty and think you're such a g__damned rock star, how come you still ain't got nothin' but a big fat ego and beer belly to match?" "Yur too damned old to play on TV. Who the f*** would tune in to watch your ugly fat ass?!" (Hmmm...dunno. Perhaps with enough POT...) "You're just on a big ego trip!" (NOTE: I'm on a "big ego trip." I don't get a damned dime out of this and hardly anyone knows I exist, nor do they even CARE. Yet, I'm on a "big ego trip." Right.) "You ain't down widdit! You don't know da deal! You don't REPRESENT!" "You ain't cool. Your stuff doesn't sound like the way the big bands playing blues and other cool stuff sound. Like Stevie and Eric and ...." "You're too ethnic looking for real ROCK music. All Rock and Roll players are handsome, tall, blond and their hair is long and STRAIGHT which is important, and they're thin so they can wear all those cool rock music threads. You look like the desk cop or the produce manager at a grocery store in your baggy chinos and business casual polo shirts, dude!" "Hey man, do you know somebody in the big time? IF not, don't give up yer day gig...tee hee hee hee..." (snicker snicker...I know yo daddy and he's a zoot-suit, overly religious Sunday church-going hypocrite drunk who likes to tap a twirling tango with them thar hotel lounge bunnies when on corporate business trips! He thinks yo mama doesn't know about it, too!) And of course, there has always been the DUMB GUYS, obviously more than extremely articulation-challenged, over-fed, over-imbibed, yet highly opinionated, smug and self-righteous, know everything, who spout this sort of profoundness: "Uhhh, huhhh, uhh, ahhh... Y-Y-YOU-YOU SUCK!" Thank you, Jim-Bob. Bobby Ray Jim, Jimmy Ray Bob. Jimmy Lee Bob. Bobby Lee Jimmy Ray. Ah-hilk, ah-hilk. I guess that's still pretty profound for those guys, y'know? Gee fellas. Inveigling me like that still won't get you a free copy. Chuckle chuckle. (flick light toke) Ok, I've heard it all. Most of it negative. So now, let's all sit on satin pillows and smoke pot and start reciting our PEACE POETRY and sing in unison our entire repertoire of folk songs about Jesus (toke) and Love and Peace and Forests, and cute little furry animals, blue skies, smoke more pot, and we'll go back to a fruitful useful pastoral existence once again. (toke!!) That is, if radiation fall out doesn't kill us all off first. We'll grow long hair, if it hasn't fallen out from radiation fall out that is, and wear love beads and drink home-made cherry wine....and.... ...uhhhh....oh yeah!.... and smoke more pot, and sing more folk songs and (toke) smoke some more pot and go buy bicycles and more pot and old Volkswagen (toke) Micro Buses and stop by a hippie friend's house (who deals), smoke a friendly bone with him, (toke)... and pick up a couple big bags of pot for the folks at home. (suck!! drag!!) I hope the pot won't become too radioactive anytime soon ! Whoah!! (cough!) .... And we'll smoke up and paint daisies and smiley faces on the VW micro-bus and hang love beads from the rear-view mirrors and paint those little circles with the upside-down Y in them for that day's communal chore-doin'. (flick light) (water) and...... hmmm........... (toke!!).... Hoooooffff! (cough hack near-gag!) What was I saying? Oh, yeah. Of course, more pot! (flick light toke) (water) Dammit! (COUGH!!) Anyway: Then we'll roll a work-day bone. Wait. We did that already. Ok, a night bone then. For when it gets dark out. Yeah. Our days will be filled with notes and chords and flowers and birdies and bees and kitties and doggies and blue skies and POT!! LOTS AND LOTS OF WONDERFUL GREEN AND PEACE-LOVING POT!!!! (TOOOOOOKE!!!!) Oh, how lovely....hmmmm....ahhhhh.................... (water) And: (lighting another) (toke) After we're all done with that much artistic, (toke) creative work, we'll sit all together now, and sing more folk songs of PEACE! and LOVE! around a camp fire with our friends and smoke more POT! Hey, pass that over here, buddy! Thanks. (DRAAAAG!!) ....(cough!) (water water) Right on! (cough!!) It'll be cozy and feeling warm and protected in our own little world again! No more big ugly Daddy Wolf salivating over our heads. We'll smoke until he looks like a harmless cartoon! And you'll LOVE one another and everything will be BEAUTIFUL and GROOVEY, man! (toke) Even if somebody FARTS in your face after eating corn chips and BEAN DIP with hot peppers in it >>> you will LOVE that person so much because you are so HAPPY!!! A thought about punching his or her face out for blowing such an unhealthy stinker in yours won't even cross your mind. _________________PEACE !!_________________(flick light toke) You also won't care if you're fat and flubby, and out of shape. Your jokes won't sound corny and stupid and it won't matter that you're getting old and sarfy. You won't care poop any more about your FASHION SENSE, b'cuz it'll be your MIND and SPIRIT and SOUL that are important, not your flesh or your silly designer label clothing, or the expensive paint-job on your car. You will see how God's own herb can make life more natural and just....liveable. Screw the rat race, man! If God wanted man to race around like a rat, He would've given him fur and a tail, dig? Now please pass me that joint, man! NO, man... I don't want THAT joint! You just put your spit all over it to stop it from burning unevenly. Try taking the seeds and stems out so you can roll it tighter next time. It'll burn better. Here. Gimme. I'll roll another one. Geeez.... A light, please? Thanks, man. (flick light toke)...... ahemm....ANYWAY! (toke) Get out those acoustic six strings, people! (draaaaaaaaaaag!!) (cough! cough! cough!) ...Change the strings and tune 'em up. (water water water...more water) Have more pot. (toke) (water!) And start trooobaaadoooorrring across the country singing the message of "make love, not war" and "Give Peace A Chance." It's that time again, folks! History repeats itself over and over....almost like it's Bill Murray in "Ground Hog's Day." Time for another pot break. (flick, light, toooke!!) Yeah, let's go back to 1968 and watch Hendrix on stage pour lighter fluid down the maple fretboard of his custom shop Fender Strat and set it on fire right after screaming the "Stars & Stripes" through a big Marshall stack! And smoke up! (DRAAAAGGGG!!! SUUUUCCCCK!!!) Oh the sky is falling!! Jimi is tearing a hole in the atmosphere!!! Oh lordy!!! Anyone remember the '68 Plymouth Fury III with the 426 Hemi ? There were only a few made that year! (toke) Having that under the hood is pretty much tantamount to having a Smith & Wesson 500 Red Hawk in your glove box. (toke, cough!!) (water) We HIPPIES packed all our POT in the glove box for the ride. No guns! Just pot! ------------------------- PEACE!! -------------------- Remember?? (flick, light) Right on! (draaag!) Wow! (toke) The good old days! (toke! toke! toke! hold!!) (release) (cough!) (water...glug glug glug!) We drove ours to Woodstock! The NY State Cops took it away. Never saw it again. Guess you weren't supposed to park on somebody's lawn some miles away in Ellenville. Oh well. (toke) It was only a material thing. A machine, a contraption. It wasn't LIVING...man! Hey, pass that joint over here! (suuuuccck!!) HHHHAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhhhhhhh!!! (cough!! hack wretch!!) Went down the wrong pipe. Oh!! (cough hack-hack!!) Sorry.... !! ....ah-haaammmm!!.... (slurp water) (water water water water ...more water..glug glug glug glug glug glug gluuuuggggg!) And a discussion emerged as we walked back home after the concert ...over 100 miles...about how you become a SLAVE to material possessions if you own a CAR or other THINGS. (toke) And also, the question was raised: "What useful purpose does LAWN serve, man?" (water) The answer to that in those days was simple. It was another way THE MAN could have Total Control over your existence. (toke) (water) The way your house looked and the way you lived. Everybody was the same, man. All slaves to the machine, the system. Can you dig on that, man? Yeah, now pass the gaddam pot! (flick, light, toke). Ummm...much smoother going down this time. Yeah! (water) How come they don't let you grow something useful in your front yard like veggies and things to eat...or pot? Cuz that's CAPITALISM, man. That would put HEINZ and BEATRICE FOODS INCORPORATED out of business, Man! (toke) Hey man. It's the same "why for" they don't let POT be LEGAL. Cuz you can grow your own right in your own back yard. Big Pig tobacco companies can't make any PROFIT out of it. MONSANTO can't make big bux creating genetically modified seeds for it in order to chemically mass produce it like transistor radios and TV sets. See? Thus, there's no point in Coporate America trying to get into the POT BIZ. It's a WEED, man! And as such, that's God's way of saying to all His People, "This is MY GIFT." It's from God, man! It's FREE, man! Supposed to be, anyway. But not with BIG PIG MAN around trying to derive a dollar from every little seed, leaf and stem. The big pig man ain't gonna let YOU, the impoverished invsible little person of no financial importance or use, have fun for FREE, dude! Therefore, big biz pushes Uncle Sam to legislate growing and using POT as totally ILLEGAL, man! The BIG PIG got his thumb on your FUN, man! Pooo on the big PIG, man! He sucks, dude! Don't listen to him, man. Do what you like. Yeah, Ginger Baker, man! (toke! cough!!) Nothing's "FREE" anywhere in the world, man! Only in your own mind, man! That's where you REALLY live, man! Out here,in your flesh and body, you're just temporal, dude! It's your mind and spirit that are important, man! If you see yourself as "FREE" in a capitalist society, it's like Janis just got down with and was saying, " 'FREEDOM' ...another word for nothing left to lose." And everyone in our Canterbury Tales-like parade went, "Right on, man! Yeah! That's solid, dude! Outta sight, man! Fan-tas-tik!" Diggit, man!" ....and so on. A series of profound utterances had been uttered. The angels were walking with us in approval from on high. -Amen. (toke toke toke!!!) And we continued: You see? The Great White Corporate Flesh Peddler Citizen Dudes have to make all that money or they'll croak, man! They've become so shrink-wrapped in their big plastic controlled, contrived, captured world of phony bullsh*t man, that they can no longer see any other way. They've replaced their very souls with cash registers, man! They're the new worshippers of their own golden idols now, man! They've f* *ked up, royally, dude! So you can't trust them. They'll run ya over for a piece of copper from a cave in the side of a mountain somewhere. They don't even have a right to claim ownership to it. I mean, it's GOD's material, man. He put it there. Not the corporate white dude, dig? He doesn't own it in the first place, man! He's stealing it, man! He's a capitalist pig, man! He takes what doesn't belong to him and exploits it for more materials which GOD made for everyone. The PIG takes it all and keeps it for himself. Selfish greedy PIG. Off the pig, man!! He isn't spiritual. He's not in contact with his real self. He's off on a self-indulgent tirade of pleasuring his flesh and feeding his big round belly like Ceasar in Rome, man! Yeah, man! That's a really cool way of lookin' at it. You've been thinkin' hard about all this, haven't you? Yeah, man. I think about it and how the people are being held hostage to materialism and capitalistic greed, and are being traded like inanimate items and objects and enslaved by the greedy counting house masters for pieces of gold and silver materials found in the ground, man. Meanwhile, we have people all over the world who are starving and destitute so the PIG MAN can keep on driving his luxury car, flying to posh jet-set parties in Paris or London, wearing the expensive leather and fur he'd killed innocent animals for and had taken immorally from their flesh and bone, and all that other BIG PIG kind of stuff, man! It makes me sad, man! Hey dude, hand me that bag of pot and the papers, willya? (toke, flick, light, toke toke toke toke...drraaag!) Whooooo! Boy, did we all think we were so smart! God gave us bigger brains than the 'straights' and corporate types, that was for sure! He did this through the blessings of His weed, man! That earned us another "-Amen." And more "right ons," "fantastics," and "diggits," were exchanged as we all nodded in agreement with one another. Yeah, I remember that long walk home and tapping that big bag of WEED we copped at the concert. If that wasn't the most fun time! (draaaaag!! hold release) The pot was great. The friends were REAL. The conversations were deep. The walking was free and natural. We had Heaven! We got awful hungry though. Those greasy over-priced stale burritos at the 7-11 were mighty fine eating at that point. Even COLD! (toke) (go pee) My dad was pissed cuz I lost my car. He finally called the Troopers and got it back. Only he took it over since I was "irresponsible." I didn't care. I gladly signed the registration thing to be FREE of SLAVERY and CAPITALISM and all its invisible imprisonment. I bought more pot to celebrate my liberation! (flick, light, toke!) (water) I had a bicycle and plenty of pot, and my friends weren't that far away anyhow. I worked at a crummy gas station part time and watched all those material slaves struggling to keep gasoline in their cars. No faces looked happy and free....like mine did. Especially after a few bones. (toke) YEAH: Let's all be HIPPIES again and the girls can dress up like GRANNY in those dumb long dresses of table cloth design (but they're practical and easy to clean in a cold water basin with scrub board just like in the 1890s.)... (light and toke) (water) Let's all learn to get along with next to nothing but a mule-drawn plough and a couple of dairy cows at some commune in upstate NY on a big old defunct farm. (suuuck!! cough!!!! cough!!!) (water water water glug glug glug glug!) Make sure to grow acres of POT! The girls are more "agreeable" when they get more pot. (toke) (water) Let's start all over again and tune in and drop out. Smoke more pot! (flick, light, draaaaaaaagggg!) Is the room moving or is it just me? (water) My hair is getting long again and my beard is growing. I'm gonna soon look just like Gerry Garcia. Fat and gray. And always STONED. (toke) Hey!! Gimme more pot!! (draaaaag!) Wow! Man, I see Angels! Yep. It's time to rile up the sleepy freaks at Haight and Ashbury in the Bay Area once again. Time to do another WOODSTOCK only this time without all the commercial junk food and swag vendors and lip-sync Top 40 POP BANDS. And GET MORE POT! (TOKE!!) No Britney, Jessica, Ashley or Justin allowed! (TOKE!!!) Britney...tee hee hee hee...(cough!) (water water) Ha ha ha !! Ok now,... stay focused! (water) This is REAL music by REAL people who feel REAL "vibes"...man! And smoke real strong POT. (toke) PLEASE, Mr. Venue Manager!!! BOOK NO performances by barely legal cute girl singers doing highly choreographed acrobatics in meaningless gratuitous sexual exploitation fluff outfits with a cane and top hat while singing lyrics full of mindless poop. We sure don't need any more of that boooollsheeeeeit, man! (toke). Tip: Use the BBE Sonic Maximizer Plug-in for your mix, dude! It works DX or VST. Best thing to come along in the digital domain, man! Makes things EASY so you can smoke more pot and groooove and relaaaax...instead of having to labor over tweaking knobs and flipping switches and pressing buttons and all that tedious machine business! Ahhhhhhh..... (flick light toke) Right. Wish I could've afforded it before this album, that is. Yeah, and....bring back the word "MAN" at the end of each sentence too! Hey, Man! Right on, Man. Hey man, more pot, please, man! Who took my papers, Man!!? Hey dude, what's up, Man!! Don't Bogart that joint, Man! (toke) What else is there? (suuucccck!) Ahhh! (water...glug glug) Motorcycle talk, man! More HARLEYS and less Ford Escorts, dude! (toke) Farm out! Right arm! Outta state! More pot! (TOKE!!) Yeah, dude! Bugs in teeth and living for the DAY. Screw the bank account and the job on Wall St. !! F**k Santa Claus and other odius mythological brainwash crap, MAN! It's all good! (water) Hooray for more POT! (toke toke draaaaaaaaggg suck!) OH, bless me Father for I'm so stoned!!! Oh, man!!! Wow!! Whooo-weee! Got a kick like Hashish only not nearly as harsh! Of course, you're supposed to smoke Hash in a Hookah. Go see Tommy Chong's Bongs Inc. Heh heh heh... (water) Buy your instruments from PEOPLE, Man. Stop supporting those website mail order capitalist pigs and retail music stores in the malls, MAN! Ughhh, no worse a commercial people trap than some MALL, man! Don't even go there, Man! (toke, oops COUGH!!! ) (water glug glug) "Here's your order number, chief! Let's just tattoo it to your wrist!" (toke!!) And stop watching corporate TV, man! But they are entertaining when you're stoned. Otherwise, they're a bummer, dude! (toke) It's time once again to get down and nasty and do some real SH*T, man! Yeah-heh-heh-eh-heh-eh-heh....man! (toke). Wow! That's some bitchen weed, dude! Track List: 1. Same Old 2. It's Allright 3. Dove 4. Middle Class Sam 5. Republican Waltz 6. High Living 7. Minimum Wage 8. Going Back to Albany NY 9. Asian Beauty 10. blank 11. blank Suggested CDs:Other Genres:
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