Because I’m babyfaced, I’ve been assumed to be a Boomy Baber my whole fucking life, despite having been born during the war to a father who didn’t make it back. Spoiled-brat boomers have been making my (and everybody else’s) life miserable since the ’60s when they decided to do the world a favor and treat everybody to their tastes in “music” via the big stereos bought with their parents’ money. Western culture, through their efforts, has assumed the proportions of a swamp for the least common (and I do mean “common”) denominator. Art and literature have descended to the level of grunts and graffiti.
And now I find their execrable spawn taking up space and blaming me for the fact that nobody taught them how to suck their thumbs.
You know I just love blaming your generation for everything Gerard…but “runs USA economy into ground”?
Perhaps, if ALL of the hippies stayed hippies, kept their jaundiced paws clean of corporate taint, worked themselves into their winter years growing their own lettuce and kale and reefer to “stick it to the man,” they *woulda* run the USA economy into the ground. As it is, the hippies that have overrun Timber Cove and Bodega Bay are vacationing from the senior exec positions down in the bay area after having become what they once swore to spend a lifetime hating. And, I notice a lot of them are making good on keeping-on hating what they now are, which is another story…
But this eighties-boom is because of their investments and such. Have to give credit where it’s due.
Didn’t bother to skim & see if someone else has pointed this out already. Probably so. I’m on the road.
VanderleunSeptember 3, 2017, 11:08 AM
“But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue”
You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….
NoriSeptember 3, 2017, 2:21 PM
“The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue”
Epic, EPIC Aesop comment at the link.
Dink NewcombSeptember 3, 2017, 5:03 PM
** “You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….” **
Far out man! Dinner! I’ll be there by ten PM if the rides keep up like they have been. I can just sleep on the floor in the living room.
OH, wow man, is your grill big enough for this road kill possum I just found. He was just dead and there was hardly any flies on him and he don’t stink or nothing.
—No, it wasn’t quite that bad but those were some VERY INSTRUCTIVE days! And not all hitchikers were hippies. I did it when I graduated from the SE Asia campus of the School of Hard Knocks mostly to get AWAY from hippies. I KNEW that wasn’t going to turn out well, and 40-45 years later, here we are!
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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🙂
Not to mention o’bongo twice.
Because I’m babyfaced, I’ve been assumed to be a Boomy Baber my whole fucking life, despite having been born during the war to a father who didn’t make it back. Spoiled-brat boomers have been making my (and everybody else’s) life miserable since the ’60s when they decided to do the world a favor and treat everybody to their tastes in “music” via the big stereos bought with their parents’ money. Western culture, through their efforts, has assumed the proportions of a swamp for the least common (and I do mean “common”) denominator. Art and literature have descended to the level of grunts and graffiti.
And now I find their execrable spawn taking up space and blaming me for the fact that nobody taught them how to suck their thumbs.
Je suis not amused.
You know I just love blaming your generation for everything Gerard…but “runs USA economy into ground”?
Perhaps, if ALL of the hippies stayed hippies, kept their jaundiced paws clean of corporate taint, worked themselves into their winter years growing their own lettuce and kale and reefer to “stick it to the man,” they *woulda* run the USA economy into the ground. As it is, the hippies that have overrun Timber Cove and Bodega Bay are vacationing from the senior exec positions down in the bay area after having become what they once swore to spend a lifetime hating. And, I notice a lot of them are making good on keeping-on hating what they now are, which is another story…
But this eighties-boom is because of their investments and such. Have to give credit where it’s due.
Didn’t bother to skim & see if someone else has pointed this out already. Probably so. I’m on the road.
“But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue”
You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….
“The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue”
Epic, EPIC Aesop comment at the link.
** “You folks need to come by the house for dinner one of these day….” **
Far out man! Dinner! I’ll be there by ten PM if the rides keep up like they have been. I can just sleep on the floor in the living room.
OH, wow man, is your grill big enough for this road kill possum I just found. He was just dead and there was hardly any flies on him and he don’t stink or nothing.
—No, it wasn’t quite that bad but those were some VERY INSTRUCTIVE days! And not all hitchikers were hippies. I did it when I graduated from the SE Asia campus of the School of Hard Knocks mostly to get AWAY from hippies. I KNEW that wasn’t going to turn out well, and 40-45 years later, here we are!