What the World Needs; Lyric Sheets

     Do you remember buying an vinyl album back in the day, pulling the record out of the cardboard, but still inside it’s paper sleeve that had images of the band on one side and the lyrics to the songs on the other? If you do, then you must really be fuckin’ old!

     The anticipation of a new album release by a favorite artist was intense! Album cover artwork was studied and admired. The best songs were played over and over until they scratched and hissed as the needle(that’s the thing that you placed on the record to play it) rode the grooves of that spinning disc. The sound was warm and inviting, not some three minute cold digital byte that you bought and instantly received to some block of over priced technology that’s radiating cancer into the bones closest to the pocket that you store it in daily, because you can’t live without it!

We need lyric sheets again. We need lyrics again. Some of these so-called artists couldn’t write a deep thought, even if they had one! They have the story telling ability of a drunk……
Wait a second. some of the greatest storytellers ever were drunks. I guess a lousy storyteller would probably be sober. Maybe they’d be high? Suffered too many blows to the head from their parents for being so stupid, thinking that they had any talent at all, as they tried to convince their sweet little spawn of Satan to get a real job, instead of burdening society with their crappy music and even crappier lyrics that lack feeling, soul, or any sort of meaning whatsoever.

Does it really matter? No one is listening anyway. Bunch of friggin’ brain-dead zombies left in this world, pretending to be free, rebellious spirits; that do exactly what they’re told by the government that has to provide for them, because they are helpless puddles of dependent, incapable shits. Welcome to the modern day. Generations who will elect the asshole that will give them everything, until the good times run out, while you’re in the home, wishing you still had a 2nd Amendment right, so you could just end your misery.  Ungrateful little bastards.

Tell me that at some point, there will be a real awakening. That we don’t have to destroy it all before we realize that we’ve gone too damned far. Automated ourselves out of jobs. Created soul sucking technology that drains us of energy, destroys our health, and robs us of the lives we should have. (Yeah, I get the hypocrisy of typing this on a laptop. Shut up.)

I guess when the politicians sold us the lies and the actors, actresses, and musicians sold their souls, we were all screwed. There were prophets. There were signs. We have been warned before. Then they took away our lyric sheets. Now, no one is paying attention, until it’s too late and they have ripped away another thread of our liberty. another strand of our lives. They feed us another digital moment of instant, yet temporary, gratification. Another distraction. More fear to ply our anxieties as we wait for them to save us; to cure us of something we don’t even have.

Do you really believe this is how it was supposed to be? Is this what you dreamed of when you had your headphones on, reading the lyrics as you listened? Did they steal something from you or in reality, did you just allow them to take it away without so much as raising your voice in opposition? Read the lyrics again. Are you really going to let this happen?

Ya gotta die of something.
Sleep fast.

P. R. Knuhob

Up Since 5am. Hey, I slept in an hour!

By the sounds of what I’m guessing is ice hitting the kitchen window, staying inside probably won’t be an issue until this afternoon when the weather changes. Hopefully, this is our last taste of winter here.

I was thinking I’d like to upgrade my isolation during these times, but checking the town ordinance, electrified barbed wire fences are not allowed?! I don’t get it. Global pandemic and governments saying we should stay home and distance yourselves from others, yet you try to do the right thing and they tell you, “Well no, ya can’t do that.” There’s just no pleasing some folks.

So, I guess we’re going to have to stick with Plan-A and go with the snipers nests on the roof with attic trap door accesses. City Hall is closed for the virus, so I just mailed them a check for the building permit fee and attached a note that says “Mind our Business” on it.

Does anyone know where to get or how to make tear gas canisters? Asking for a friend. Maybe I’ll search it on youtube. Gotta be something out there on the subject. ya know, for my friend.

Ya know, this social distancing hasn’t really put much of a damper on my existence. The job has slowed down a little, but we’re told we’re an essential business, so I’m still going to work. I’m not one much for going out, so the rest of the time, staying home is no biggie. (Folks, I haven’t been to a movie theater, but maybe once in the last seven years.) And over the years many folks have told me I needed padded walls, so now I’ve lined my favorite rooms in the house with packages of toilet paper.

In all seriousness folks, I get that these are trying times and it looks like we might be in for a long year. I hope everyone is being safe, staying healthy and you have what you need to get you through this. My prayers go out for everyone struggling, for those that are sick and for their families and of course for anyone who has lost a loved one. May the Almighty comfort you and yours.

I hope you’ll leave a comment and maybe think about subscribing to this page for a little entertainment and a break from the current reality.
Skål

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Well, after over two weeks, I fell off the coffee wagon. I’ll quit again tomorrow. I remain on the beer wagon. None since the 17th of March. Tho’ I am out of whisky now! S-O-B!
Tried to have a bottle of wine yesterday, but the f#@%ing cork tore and I’m just too lazy to work that hard for wine.

The primary concern isn’t necessarily to quit drinking, but rather slow down the rate of consumption. The ability to put down a couple hundred ounces of beer in a day is apparently something you shouldn’t strive for. By the end of the day I’m not even staggering. Hell, most of the time, I can’t even move! (old joke)

Watching the world these days, ya know, from a distance(corona virus humor!), it’s easy to see why people drink. That doesn’t make it right, I guess, but my God! The masses have been dumbed down to the point that they keep re-electing Pelosi and watching The View! For heaven’s sake, there were actually people upset that the NBA cancelled their season! Seriously?! You can’t make this shit up folks!

Which brings me to another point. If we can suddenly close all the schools and home school our children with online courses, why the hell do we still have brick and mortar schools? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to have teachers on the other side of a computer screen? No buildings to build and maintain, no busing, no crappy lunchroom meals(I remember the days when mystery meat was an option on the menu), no playground bullying issues, but most importantly, you can cut the damn property taxes for this outdated practice!
I can hear y’all crying now, “but what about social interaction? How are they supposed to learn to play nice with others? Who’s my kid supposed to cheat off of during the test when he’s not sitting next to a smart kid?” Are you not paying attention? CORONA!!!
Seriously, keep your sports, keep your clubs and maybe you could teach your brats how to behave around others in person. Have a BBQ, meet and get to know your neighbors. Okay, well not all of them, but at least the ones that seem close to normal. This would be much better for society, rather than social media, where everyone has a hundred to a thousand friends, but complains about every other person on the planet.

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That’s it for now!
Be safe!

P.R.