January 31, 2017

On a gathering storm comes / A tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with / A red right hand

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand

“People have completely forgotten that in 1972 we had over nineteen hundred domestic bombings in the United States.” — Max Noel, FBI (ret.)

Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're ain't coming back

Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
Tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey, buddy, you know you'll never turn it back.

He's a god, he's a man
He's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand

You ain't have no money?
He'll get you some
You ain't have no car?
He'll get you one
You ain't have no self-respect
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy
'Cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
And the Bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
Red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares
You'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
He ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head
On the TV screen
Hey buddy, I'm telling
You to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
His red right hand

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 31, 2017 11:35 PM
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This is used as the theme to the show Peaky Blinders. Dumb name, excellent show.

Posted by: Mumblix Grumph at February 1, 2017 3:50 AM

Mumblix, you're right.

Peaky Blinders was an excellent tale, the cast was stellar and the gang's name is explained here:


I didn't care all that much for the so-called theme song though.

Posted by: Jack at February 1, 2017 7:23 AM

Hmmmm, yes, a gathering storm. I've watched slumping toward us from the battlements for 7 decades now. So now it has come... sigh... OK then, maybe all that training at Parris Island and Camp Geiger will now come in handy. I detest it, but I won't shirk from it either, that it has come to this. But we knew all along where this was heading, didn't we. Didn't we? I had hoped to postpone it until my golden years had passed and until I was a fond memory among the living.

But, it comes. So let me get my creaking bones and joints limbered up, once again remove that thin layer of "civilization" and put on my game face. I'm too old for this, if not me, then who? If not us, then who?

Damn! I hate it. But bring it on, if they must.

Posted by: Bill in Tennessee at February 1, 2017 8:04 AM

@ Bill in Tennessee - I am with you my friend, including the seven decades of waiting and watching. Keep your rifle and ammo close by. Should be fun.

Posted by: Terry at February 1, 2017 8:18 AM

Tried watching Peaky Blinders. I thought it was awful. Love Nick Cave though.

Posted by: pbird at February 1, 2017 8:58 AM

The 60s / 70s were a time of near-revolution that never quite made it to full boil. It was worse, and is certainly is our measuring tool against which we compare today.

The creepy part is all of those muthas from the 70s are now bureaucrats. They give succor to the Muslim Ts because of their shared America hate. re: Muslims leading feminist marches in the headlines.

Posted by: Casey Klahn at February 2, 2017 5:52 AM