I've been thinking about this song for most of my life; motherless children do have a hard road; father will do the best he can, nobody treats you like your mother will do.
Motherless children are shunned by proper families, not quite right, that's the way it is; could be worse, could be a Palestinian kid. But mrs woman on a raft's observation about the Grooming of the Nation lent a different interpretation, more general. With everyone who is able serving the God of limitless economic growth, aren't all the children now motherless? And even when they have mothers, the state, as we see these coupla days, will orphan them nevertheless.
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So much better that Ralph.
Yes, the real McTell; although Ralph named himself after Blind Willie, he bever really managed the blues, did he; great at ragtime, a more than adequate British singer-songwriter, no Jackson Browne but OK. But as we said, me and Bob, nobody can sing the blues like Blind Willie McTell.
Dear Mr Smith
Is this some lefty angst you're attempting to discombulate (wrong word but fuck it)? Nah, seriously dude, wtf are you on about the state being a fucking state - it's a fucking state with a soon to be ass whooped unelected prime minister - bit shit but kinda cool.
I'm sure i've mentioned before but I was a Tory fixer in Halifax when the banking crisis happened and I dunno if it was emotion or age but when Brown bankrolled the banks in one of the most stoopid and egregious acts of corporate mendacity and it became standard to say 'we're all socialists now' - well, so what? 11,000 jobs in Halifax under Lloyds TSB wankfest can kill a town, stone dead.
I even blagged an economics degree and worked as a copper intelligenc analyst near there sort of whilst living with me mum and fostering kids and to say Paki kiddy is Rovverham is horseshit and it ain't just Labour. I ran fortnightly intelligence assessment briefings and we had one of the 7/7 bombers and failed to pick up on it so all this jazz about kiddies in care being tampered with is a fucking local govrnment issue which, frankly, everyone's known about for ever!
The state is flexing its muscles - it's dying a death. That MPs think they hold dominion is either paranoid or stupid but it saved Halifax - it kept a lot of good people drunk in work and able to feed their kids before they raped 'em.
I don't think it's the states fault - I think it's the Tory party's problem for not persuading the voters that to trust the state is worse than trusting some random neighbour. I have a ding-dong essay e-mail thing with me ex-colleague (different team - still wanking for a living) at work who's a socialist partisan and whenever you get near personal trust of other people he starts categorisng and popping conditions down. Socialism is just fucking rude.
Anywho - the point of this reply is to say - don't see the state as what it is doing, see it for what is isn't and it ain't fucked yet. Take a bit of gumption to fuck it completely and whilst it seems like we may have an endless supply of wet behind the ear cunts, they ain't won yet. Go Nats - just for kicks - as if any of us give a shit, really!
Apols for dance music youtube stuff and ta very much for Mr McTell but this one is from my mum and any advances would be greatly received:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mwxga8udIio
Bit bubblegummy - forgotten already!
Cheers dude
DtP
Fucking delicious, maybe!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huK0mIDAl30
That hit the spot, cheers.
I see oor pal JB brings his juju back to Glasgow in November. Cheapest seats are £110. No wonder he's now the world's highest-paid musician.
I'll go, mr tnp, need a break and would love to see him before one of us leaves the auditorium.I was looking at the JB signature Gibson acoustic, nearly five grand,
I'll stick with just listening. It has a strangely haunting effect, that BWM stuff; there was an old, white New Yorker, John Julius something, had that faint, falsetto sound, like it came from the grave.
Well, of course the beasting is a local government issue but so is policing and we live, have always lived in a secret state, all arms of power linked against us. Of course we need the apparatus of the state to manage the needs of large numbers of people living together, we just don't need a secret state, nor one shackled to a party political game of musical chairs played-out in a four-yearly festival of competitive promising against a back cloth of wicked, institutionalised degeneracy.
I will have a look at Mother DTP's tubes, so to speak, shortly.
Tread carefully if you go to that great, green place, they'll be painting the fucking kerbs at this rate.
I wanted to go to Italy, go on the high-speed train from Venice through Florence to Rome but I'm not quite recovered enough, Glasgow and Jackson Browne it shall be, I'm not scared of wee Jock, whatever colour he paints himself. I am sixteenth century Norman-Ayrshire nobility and I'll kick his scrawny arse up and down the street.
Bollox - you snobby git
There is no secret police and to suggest so is problematic. There are reports of a home office investigator rporting on Rotherham and her bosses shat bricks. Probly about riots in Bradford, Stephen Lawrence and Islington more than consequence. No such thing as secret societies dude, if Ukip isn't MI6...ah, well...
Soz about dodgy music taste
"No such thing as secret societies dude,..."
How would you know? If they're secret?
Oh, and we don't do personal abuse here, 'snot like it's the blogosphere. Or the police. Or the Tory party.
Yes Mr I. Any abuse should be reserved for and, indeed, heaped upon richly deserving politicians, meedja types and 'celebrities'!...
Leaning on my windowsill, my mind turned to Richie Havens at Woodstock. And then of that JB clip of the Glasto Festival-droids wandering to their crystal-mumbo-therapy-CreditSuisse-teepee. Was this the start of the rot? Clap your hands, clap your hands. Clap your hands, clap your hands.
Just yesterday morning I was looking at that Glastonbury clip and it was so dispiriting, Was also looking at Richie Havens, recently, he had a certain style, for sure, especially on Just Like A Woman and some of the Beatles' stuff but I think he grew crippled by his artist-as-activist posturing and lost his musical way, never seeming to escape from that manic, double-timed open tuning stuff, I think he never learned about space, that less IS more.
I don't know when the rot started for you, for me it was with Sgt Pepper's overblown, druggy doggerel and the subsequent plague of pretence and bombast, double and triple albums.
Even so, I am often comforted by stuff, there is so much available freely on the tube, but I haven't felt any excitement about popular music since Anarchy in the UK. Never seen JB, gonna rectify that in November, at Glasgow.
I hope you find something that merits your attention and makes you smile. I was just saying, elsewhere, that if I was American I'd dynamite those crooks off Mount Rushmore and replace them with Ry Cooder, Stephen Foster, Chuck Berry and Jackson Browne; proper Americans.
Didn't express myself clearly enough, Mr I. I meant the bloody punters not the musicians. There is a git in that Woodstock clip - standing there in his striped ain't-I-fey pajama bottoms - and you could fast-forward him to Somerset and he'd fit right in. Bastard probably owns AMerica by now.
Apols - drunkeness.
Cranmer does good blog.
We have imported cunts, preditory and powerful cunts. I'm not too bothered as i'm thinking about standing for UKIP and then throwing the towel in 2 weeks before the vote - but i'm a twat so i forget my own bullshit, often.
Failing that - it turns out i'm at war, 100 years after Verdun and i'm fighting a shitty little thing. I had Charles's Barry's biggest office right by the dumb waiter in the best town hall in the land, on me todd, and it turned me mental. I've adored politics since i was 4 but to view a topographical land through the boundaries of predictability is mildly tedious. I am a massive democrat but when you know the result, kinda gets disheartening...
I've voted over 8,000 times and lost. I often have conversations with people who like their politics, have an opinion and stuff - usually beautiful. But let's not be getting rosy fucking tinted specs - they're usually fucking idiots. If they knew the skills then i'd already know them.
As mentioned, blagged an economics degree and fucked up because i couldn't tell the difference with politics and girl and drug stuff but it seems only recently that i've become 'normal' - a convergence. I worked out pretty quickly that my memory wasn't the best - bmx bikes and head injuries but I had my muse - I had the British Constitution and the Falklands War.
I Have an elder brother and, as is his right, he took great pleasure in beating the shit out of me. To that end, as a 6 year old, kinda bored, watching the 'war' (skirmish) and the FTSE made an impact - how come everyone's getting rich whilst the shit is hitting the fan ( Mr Capitalists@Work aren't too clear either). Pretty fucking obvious, cheeky cunts.
It's neither of interest or of concern but considering my ambition is on its arse - why not let us watch the vote as it happens? Why don't we suspend our 'give a shit' until after? I'll work with the template i've got and ofcourse they can keep the pound - it genuinely is none of my business. Liberty!
Still a bit wasted....
Cheers dude, cheers rather large amounts
Yeah, it destroys a man
27 X 100- 150 ish
2 X 2500 ish
Bit lower - yay! Hmmmmm....
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