70% of people of color children are born out of wedlock. The poor persecuted white caucasian women, and the poor persecuted person of color always knew if they kept having each other’s children, they would ascend to power in this only superpower GENOCIDER land of the free and homeland of the Hank AAron Brave.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
If I get yet another one,
I’ll be swinging in the past.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
Lithium is a total fraud
And Thorazine just keeps you caste.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
There’s a bit too much in my cast
But I’ve passed God’s test.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
I’d rather feel than be on Kay Pee
And the cheaters have no trust or thrust.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
They say Ping-Pong is a Chinese plot
And Feminist leaders never fart.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
Goodbye, so-long, it’s been good to k(n)o(w) you
Marijuana is a sky-high giant fist.
Moodswing, moodswing, going so fast
Not one drug stopped your best
And the bursting cysts outlasted the feminists.
Oh, you can’t get to HeavenOh, you can’t get to Heaven
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
On Dan Quayle
On Dan Quayle
Because Dan Quale
Because Dan Quale
Lilkes to fail
Likes to fail.
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
On the conservatives
On the conservatives
Because the conservatives
Because the conservatives
Are hypocrites
Are hypocrites.
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
Oh, you can’t get to Heaven
On George Bush
On George Bush
Because George Bush
Because George Bush
Is full of Rhouge
Is full of Rhouge.
There are people who believe that the protection
Of themselves, their families, and their neighborhoods
Lies in the destruction of others, their families
And neighborhoods.
What did they expect,
Dear Lord?
All of April’s new exposition
Goes hand in hand
And your words cannot
Be divided –
They are linked,
As all things are relative.
The night; the morning; the day
Was not a shopping trip;
They could not buy one truth
As if it did not come
With all the others.
The illegitimate denial of livelihood
Is no small matter:
Why would it not apply,
As Barbara Mandrell’s legs
Live on?
Gone is the falsehood
Of Amerikkkan Institutions
Blaming Communists
For what they themselves do.
No Cease Fire as of now
And the madmen persist
Into their demise
As the Moth
Claims the light and flame.
There’s a lot to be mad about
And the thin line
Between legitimate expression
Of anger and further abuse
Is getting thinner and thinner.
The militaries
Are indeed today’s Pharohs:
No matter the profound reason
Of Ecology’s logical demands;
Peace is still hostage
To greed and its tribes of
Negativity, Nihilism, and Genocide.
The facist and nazi are united
And they’re still genociding the Semites;
But they have noticed you in me
And me in you
And that nothing of April is untrue.
Deny the bringer of your passion
And can you still expect
To have your Jewish-Semite God
Tolerate the inherent
Protestant Anti-Semitism?
Will Jesus permit
The annihilation of His
Kin, tribes, and people?
I have seen the shock of just so much
Denial of my mission
And the light you shed
Upon their inflicted fear and flight.
Let all behold
That the Truth is the Truth
And the essence of Ruth
Rages on and on;
That glass houses
Can be made of mortar and stone and steel;
That there is no partial, selective
Prophecy.
A prophecy, once true at the start,
Is true all the way through;
For God’s Word is Good.
Am I not still a student
But also a teacher?
Have I not earned my right
To my chosen profession
Over and over?
Why should they play for real and keeps
And not you and I?
Why should the nazi still prosper
While minorities die prematurely?
Ah! I see that the circle
Has been broken
And that the livers by the sword
Are confronted by others’ swords/
The sword shall perish from the nazi.
My Lord,
They have strained me
And still do not realize
That the gift comes with
The package.
We warned them:
I let them know
That this spokesman
Was fully protected
By You in the light
Of my honest effort.
That Jesus would abandon
His kin is impossible
By the very Nature
You gave Him.
Jewish Jesus is still Jewish
And all of the Truths
That came from me,
Your mouthpiece,
Are still True.
How awkward the persecution has become!
All manner of technology
Has not stopped Your light in me
And indeed they know my curing powers
Yet reject my rights.
Each day
Your miracles through me continue
And April has not backed down –
She is quiet but stronger than ever
And my gratitude to her
Is exceeded only by Your Love.
How could their massive technology
Be conquered by one mind
They had so rejected?
Ah! How could I stand so
Above the tallest, most
“Super”human nazi?
It was a Lifetime debate
Between you and I
And we both won:
Our foes are mutual
And our goals the same:
Let us stop the Amerikkkan.
They swarm in their continued
Disbelief and hostility.
The option of giving me
My repeatedly earned
Teacher’s License
Was not chosen.
On the contrary,
They have tried to crush and ruin me.
I was so strained on 7/31/07,
Dear God –
That I had no choice
But to ready the other
Side of Your Sword.
That the Pharoh Syndrome
Should continue to this day …
This blasphemy shall not go unchallenged.
Russian for Russian
Birthplace for Birthplace
Semite for Semite
The rising Spanish Tide
And with Your Truth above all,
I am ready for the Amerikkkan.
So sad
That you returned so near again
Only to have hatred amplified,
Censorship let loose on another rampage,
And war escalated instead of stopped.
In the face of April
They still withold my
Chosen profession,
Deny my accomplishments with You
And pretend I am not who I am.
They have taken all of April’s
New found Love
But raped her yet another time.
They continue to underestimate
My clarity of purpose
And the staying power
Of Your Love and Truth.
Yes,
Another Jew has been at it again:
Bolivar so well remembered,
Moses Milan so well protected –
I see the Latin Time emerge;
I see the windmills fall;
I see Don Juan and Jesus;
I see the past perfect future.
All who do what they say
Are above the nazi
And beyond his range.
I am the number nine today,
And ten little Indians are on the way;
Eight are ready and brave;
Seven are already in Heaven;
Six is still the Devil’s trick;
Five is still keeping me alive;
Four did come through with the score;
Three will stop the imperialist;
Two will keep me Sioux;
And one is Your Su(o)n.
I am foreign to all the
Amerikkkan Democrats and Republicans
In “public service” power;
And consider this a Badge Of Honor;
For my pain and strain
Has always been against
Massacre pain,
And this time
All the Angels
Are against George W. Bush.
Each new minute
Turns the Genociders upon themselves.
There is no more time or space
For the facist-nazi and his
White supremists.
Now is the time
Of replenishment
Now is the time
Of the East
Now is the time
Of the wonder
And now is the time of
The World Court War Crimes Tribunals
Against the American Democrats and Republicans
In power to begin and continue eternally.
If they don’t know
Who is of this time
And space more than
Any other, they never will –
And anyway,
Their insanely violent jealousy
Subverts my physicians’ skill.
How can I cure
In the magic of your eyes
Those that perceive me
As the primary disease
In their lives?
I am going down this day today knowing exactly who I am.
My biology
Will join my Father’s
And return in Alien Reign/
As the blessed are always well,
Let this final facist-nazi protestant crusade
Make it perfectly clear to the Anti-Semite:
No Jew dies forever
And Jesus has never
Turned against any Semite.
Jesus is Jewish
And does not hurt Jews
Jesus is a Semite
And does not hurt Arabs
Jesus is Humane
And a Everyman,
And all of God’s Humane
Are against the Amerikkkan governtment.
I have never begged,
Dear God;
But I now beg You;
Is it not time to
Withdraw the Miracles
That have been corrupted?
I beg you,
Dear God:
Protect my Heritage
With the force
You brought April’s Salvation
Only to see her raped and rejected.
Let there be a Feast Of Yeast in Russia;
Let China be satisfied;
Let all Semites unite;
And let my 1970 Spanish Tongue return.
Prove Don Quiote True and Prosperous
As your wind
Did not accept
Flag instead of Truth;
Flag instead of Community;
Flag instead of Earth;
Flag instead of Ecology.
I stand before you,
Homeless;
Prosecute George W. Bush.
Let Abe and Jacob
Issac and Able
Jesus and Mohammed
Know we are not fooled.
Let our enemies
Be on their own:
No more Olive Branches
To the remaining
Genociders and executioners/
They must fall on their own swords.
I am blessed today
As you always protected me
But I am a Madman, Terrorist, Lunatic
With the Devil’s Laugh
Acccording to the Bloomberg Gestapo.
I have been strained to the point of torture.
Withdraw our kindness from
The George W. Bush Gestapo;
Por favor,
Amigo,
Vamos con Dios.
Intimidation and False imprisonment,
The massive cover-up of
Marijuana’s benevolence
And extreme superiority over alcohol,
The continuing genociding of the Clinton’s;
Has indeed brought Mars and Thor to me
A third, conclusive time.
Saturn, although convinced by me,
Has also convinced me:
Genociders do not listen to reason
And the powerful but evil
Execute their power
Without regard to God.
The first two times Zeus
Was sharper,
Now he is with me all of the time,
Permanently prevalent.
Culture Shock has not faded;I spoke up for Decency
And got tortured.
What a way to go to the grave
Knowing you were not Humane.
Time equals Mass x Plutonium x Light
Over easy on Sound.
Little gang bangs
Leading to powerful sororities
Basically,
Not very many girls mature.
It’s the money
And liitle else.
So many prostitutes …
In fact,
There are more hookers than ever before
They cheat everyone, including themselves.
How many women have not been unfaithful,
Or will not be disloyal?
90% of single women at some convenient point
Of their Planned Parenthood lives perform adulterey.
Oye! Oye! Oye Gavult!
And they do it soley for the money and the power,
Casting Love down the Devil’s Drain.
Around every word & letter, letters & numbers
Concentrically illustrate & demonstrate
The continually expanding universes.
I am sixty-two,
Having been born in ‘45.
Nines & Ninety rule my brain
No, No, No
And who’s going to live longer than who,
And where, and how, and mainly why?
There’s no running out of verbalization
And there’s no stopping the seeing.
I can tell that Meglomania rules
The destructive, and is the prime cause
Of inequitable organization of classes.
Special people, special persons, special skills
And talents And it doesn’t matter how
You get that special money.
All are equivalent, and therefore
Equal before The Spirit Of The Law.
Learn this, or perish, the children
Know very well.
The top 5% of classes rule
The bottom 95% of classes.
The 5% solution is turning
Against The Laws Of Nature,
And against The Survival
Of the Humane.
Share and share alike is practical
In the view, face, and light of wind.
5% in paid-off Debauchery,
Claiming 100% of the Humane
Are increasingly delusional, incestual.
Blood-thinned, stained, and contaminated.
Vulcan is once again ruler over all
Events until Justice is once again
Forged Humanely for all Earthians.
The strength of steel and the
Creative Artist’s designs of steel
Must thicken the blood supply
And retain its health and obvious
Universal Equality in that no
Person with Human blood should be
Persecuted, oppressed, tortured
And denied their Time and Space.
Persons without healthy blood
Cannot be permitted to invade
And corrupt the relatively innocent.
The blood supply is filthy, and it
Wiill take Time to clean it.
Vulcan, as always, is up to
The task of forging the structure
For a healthy, constantly improving
Humanity.
Maybe I said something wrong
And maybe I said nothing right;
But the impact is the same:
Those causing premature death
Will die horrible premature deaths
Themselves until there is no more
Premature death.
Commander Willpower says,Glorious pompadours;
Gorgeous George
Is on his last LSD trip
Until he dies.
Mommies have been forced
To stay home again,
And take responsibility
For their Gene Autries.
Don’t think too much about what’s coming.
You’ll get to Heaven because you are
Already there.
Note that the Earth is one of the
Heavenly bodies,
And the melting Pot of universal life.
Sterilization has proven to be more rational
Than abortion.
Germ warfare is subsiding,
And India is looking into the genocide of
Eleven million Anglo-Saxon cows.
Once again,
Nick China has been caught
Proposing a toast to God
And twelve angels born of truth
And a couple of catchy tunes.
Rapid thought after rapid prophecy
Through excruciating pain;
The Red Alert Migraine has caused
Nicky to take off his Capricorn gloves.
Random thought selects the mighty
Lighted cross to cease to be boss.
“Life, itself, is God,”
The more mighty Sparrow (numbering five),
Sings most slowly
So everyone can eventually know
That Nick China fibbed
When he said he did not foresee
Any new personal writing righting
In the foreseeable future.
Mary & James Alsip,
Sal Rainone,
Dennis James Gipson,
Dane Mygind,
Bonnie K. Rhodes,
Fred Kuhn –
Have left their orbits.
Michael McHugh is spinning around;
Will he salvage America?
Steve Ronsen is taking off,
But he is still in sight.
John Collins is stalking a new docking.
John Kaniecki struggles with genius.
Sweet Annie,
The Galaxy Gal,
Has already proven that life
Is no Meir consolation,
And is Salvation itself.
Sacred Sharon remains proud,
But totally gone for the better;
Things just got too worse.
Darling Dora is no darling — never was.
Alla, the most devoted,
Remains God’s instrument –
No matter what or when
Or who or where
You call God –
For the triumph of
Nick China’s essence,
Which has just soared
Once and for all.
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Creepy Weepy sights Beepie Janie
And 1000 silver nuns
Who are unfortunately too
Busy to greet the dying dawn.
It’s a toss-up as to whether
This is a good or bad
Turn of events.
My Lord may not be your God,
But that’s nothing to fight over.
Hex the jinx,
And call for Devil
No more.
No more tempting contracts
For your success story.
666.
Michael McHugh
Hey! It’s Nick China. What’s happening? Where’s Dolores?
Nick China
Well, all right! She’s got a cold. Who’s here? Rocklin. You Mike.
Hey Peter! Let me sign-up; then we’ll go to Minetta Lane. I’ve
got good stuff.
Mike Rocklin
They’re running late. They haven’t opened the doors yet. Let’s get high.
2. Exterior. Nick China, Michael McHugh, Peter Pasco and Mike Rocklin walk around the corner to
Minetta Lane. They settle on a tree.
Mike Rocklin
Hey! This is good. You doin’ two Dylan tunes tonight, China?
(PASSES JOINT)
Nick China
Yes, sir! “All Along The Watchtower” and, “I Am A Lonesome Hobo”.
(TAKES TOKE)
Peter Pasco
(TAKES TOKE) This is great. The regulars conquer all. I’m going to
sign-up at Speakeasy. Thanks, Nick, (WALKS AWAY)
Mike Rocklin
(TAKES OUT HIS GUITAR) Let’s hear “Watchtower”. (NICK BEGINS PLAYING.
ROCKLIN DOES LEAD. MCHUGH SINGS HARMONY)
Michael McHugh
They’ll sign you up tonight, China. Got any more herb?
Mike Rocklin
You never get enough, McHugh.
I’m going to Speakeasy. I’ll see you Folkies later.
(WALKS AWAY)
Nick China
See you. (TURNS TO MCHUGH)
Yeah, sure. But let’s see if they opened the doors at Folk City.
(THEY WALK BACK)
3. Interior and exterior. Back at Folk City. McHugh and China walk in. Bar is crowded. They
greet several people and then (WALK OUT) after signing up. They lean up against bar’s windows.
Nick China
Well, Michael, this is the fifteenth week in a row that I’ll be
performing at Gerde’s on a Monday night.
Michael McHugh
Mark me down for a year and a half. Let’s go back to Minetta and
rap about … Wait, it’s George Maritime. Hey George! What’s going on?
George Maritime
McHugh! China! The Regulars! I’m starting a band … “The Communists”.
Wanna’ join?
Michael McHugh
Count me out.
Nick China
Well, yeah. All right. I’m not getting anywhere alone. I’d like to play in
a band. Let’s talk about it on Minetta Lane.
George Maritime
Oh, you guys getting high? I got good stuff.
Michael McHugh
Nick’s stuff is great.
George Maritime
How’s Dolores?
Nick China
She’s got a cold.
George Maritime
Any seizures last week?
Nick China
One, but she got through it in good shape.
George Maritime
She’s never in good shape.
Michael McHugh
Yeah, Nick. Do you know what you’re doing with Dolores?
Nick China
Everyone’s against her, but I love her. C’mon, forget her.
Let’s gossip on Minetta Lane.
(THEY WALK AWAY FROM FOLK CITY)
4. Exterior. A stoop just off Minetta Lane — smoking and talking.
George Maritime
It must be seventy degrees. Warm for April. How long you
staying tonight?
China and McHugh
Until the end.
George Maritime
It sure is a strange April day.
Michael McHugh
You’re just stoned. You’re strange. You’re a Communist.
Nick, are you really going to play with, “The Communists”?
Nick China
No one’s given me a paying gig alone. I think George is right:
It’s a strange day, and now that it’s getting dark, I feel strange.
George Maritime
Did you hear about the Stun Gun torture in Kew Gardens?
Nick China
No.
Michael McHugh
Yeah! Those Nazis are going too far. The people of color are
going to get even.
Nick China
What happened?
George Maritime
They busted a couple of kids for dealing Medicinal Marijuana and
then they burned them all over with a Stun Gun.
Nick China
When are they going to legalize Marijuana? It’s beneficial. Alcohol
isn’t. It inspires us to be better Artists. You’re right, Michael: the
people of color aren’t going to sit still for this inane torture. Something’s
in the air.
Michael McHugh
I’m not going to smoke until after my sets. Let’s get numbers at
Speakeasy and then check the list at Folk City. You know, I heard
Dylan might make an appearance at Gerde’s again soon.
George Maritime
Dylan’s a Communist. He’s one of us. He’ll be welcomed back.
I used to hang around with him and Phil Ochs back in the early ’60’s.
Michael McHugh
Don’t call me a communist, George. I’m a proud capitalist. Just watch
That communism stuff.
George Maritime
How about you, Nick.
Nick China
I’m a Communist essentially because I have no choice. But I think
The world needs communism and capitalism working hand in hand.
As for Dylan, I don’t think he should come back to Gerde’s. He’s a
Pervert, and I hate him.
Michael McHugh
What do you mean you have to be a Communist?
Nick China
Well, look at my circumstances: I live either with Dolores or my
Father. My only income is Social Security Disability Benefits. My
Father can’t do any physical chores because of his broken hip. But
He helps me financially. Dolores has Epilepsy and she’s on Public
Assistance. My whole life consists of people helping each other. It’s
One big, “From each according to his ability, to each according to his
Needs”.
George Maritime
You could work. There’s nothing wrong with you. Why don’t you work?
Nick China
I’ve told you time and again, George. I have a mental impairment that
Requires medication and psychotherapy. It’s called, The Spirit Of Good
Intentions. I have a genuine disability in the face of evil people like Bob
Dylan. Performing at Speakeasy and Folk City is part of my therapy. It’s
Like a Hobbit’s hobby; it’s not like trying to hold a Job. Monday nights in
Greenwich Village is not work. Work is when you feel pressure.
George Maritime (ANGRILY)
You’re full of shit. You can work. That medicine is going to make you funny
In the head. I’m not sure I want you in my band.
Nick China
Have it your way, George.
Michael McHugh
It’s dark. The night’s officially begun. Let’s leave each other alone.
Let’s see what numbers we got at Folk City, but first let’s get our
Numbers at Speakeasy.
(They WALK to Speakeasy)
5. Interior. Speakeasy. People milling around the bar. Some musicians are on line to get a number. Nick
China is seated at a corner of the bar.
Bar Maid
Can I get you something?
Nick China
A Ginger Ale.
Bar Maid (DRAWS DRINK AND SERVES NICK)
$1.75. You’re the first one not to order a beer tonight. (SMILES)
Nick China
(PAYS. SMILES. TURNS to greet Jay Byrd)
Jay Byrd
High, Nick. I didn’t see you come in. How you doin’? Get a
Number yet?
Nick China
I’m fine. Thanks. Yeah, I just drew number fifteen.
Jay Byrd
It’s 7:20 now. You should go on about 10 or 10:30. Rocklin
Told me you got two Dylan tunes down pretty good. And McHugh
Told me you have great Medicinal Marijuana.
Nick China
You don’t smoke, Jay.
Jay Byrd
No, but I’m close to Michael.
Nick China (SMILES)
Yeah, you’re very close to Michael.
Jay Byrd
Where is Michael?
Nick China
He went downstairs after drawing number twenty-one.
Jay Byrd
I’ll catch you later; I’m going to find Michael.
(PETER PASCO ENTERS BAR AREA AND SITS DOWN NEXT TO NICK)
Peter Pasco
Hello, again. It’s been about an hour. That stuff is
With me. Thanks again.
Nick China
That’s all right. What number do you have?
Peter Pasco
I’ve got number 1 of all things. I’ve never been number 1 before.
Nick China
You must be nervous.
Peter Pasco
Not really, Nick. I’m a veteran of the Folk Scene. I’ve been a
Musician since I was a kid. I’ve got my band with me tonight.
Nick China
Great! Which songs you doing?
Peter Pasco
“Take Your Pain And Leave It Flat”, and, “Feeling Faster Than
The Speed Of Light”. Both by Dybman and Collins.
Nick China
Who are Dybman and Collins?
Peter Pasco
They’re really talented. Collins wrote the music and Dybman
Wrote the lyrics. Will you be here for the set?
Nick China
I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I just want to see what number
They gave me at Folk City. You go on at eight; I have plenty of time
To get back. By the way, have you seen Spiros.
Peter Pasco
No, Spiros hasn’t been at Speakeasy yet. He’ll show-up.
He’s always in the village on Monday nights.
Nick China
And lately he’s been bringing stacks and stacks of bibles.
Peter Pasco
Yeah, he’s a Born-Again Christian.
(Mike Rocklin COMES-UP from behind; He PATS Pasco and China
on their shoulders)
Mike Rocklin
Guess what, guys?
Pasco and China
What?
Mike Rocklin
Spiros just got thrown out of Folk City.
Nick China
Why?
Mike Rocklin
He was forcing too many of his Bibles on too many customers,
Larry, the owner, got fed-up and just threw him out.
Peter Pasco
That Spiros is always getting into trouble.
Blues in ASixteen was the number
That brought me back
Blues in A
I’m through with slumber.
Birds are birds
And girls are girls
Blues in A
It has to be this way.
Blues in A
My touch is soft
But my heart is tough
And I’m back to stay.
Autumn is the season
I recapture my soul
Blues in A
It always gets away.
We’re going up to the countryWe’ve earned a little beauty
We’ve worked hard everyday
We’re going to go all the way
It’s going to be just you & me.
The news has been making me tired
The wrong people have been hired
Let’s take advantage of our fee
It’s going to be just you & me.
Let’s leave behind the everyday problems
Let’s ignore all the competing emblems
Let’s go up there and really see
It’s going to be just you & me.
I mean a man’s got to see God’s glory
Nature’s mountains are holy
We need the country’s mercy
It’s going to be just you & me.
I want to hold you like never before
Kissing each other should never be a chore
Let’s be each other’s country baby
It’s going to be just you & me.
