"And Your Gravity Fails, Negativity Don't Pull You Through"
Gravity Around These Parts Has Failed - and Negativity Is Undependable
Being civilized means making a deal with the mob bosses who run the place - scary dudes who actually believe they are in charge.
Gravity is failing all over the place - random stuff flying around like so many dead satellite parts in geosynchronous orbit.
And negativity don’t fit with the program at all.
So on this Tuesday I just give up and leave it all to the dogs - who would maybe get it right and build a better world anyway.
When you’re lost in the rain in Juarez
And it’s Eastertime too
And your gravity fails
And negativity don’t pull you through
Don’t put on any airs
When you’re down on Rue Morgue Avenue
They got some hungry women there
And they really make a mess outta you
Now if you see Saint Annie
Please tell her thanks a lot
I cannot move
My fingers are all in a knot
I don’t have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won’t even say what it is I’ve got
Sweet Melinda
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
She speaks good English
And she invites you up into her room
And you’re so kind
And careful not to go to her too soon
And she takes your voice
And leaves you howling at the moon
Up on Housing Project Hill
It’s either fortune or fame
You must pick up one or the other
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
If you’re lookin’ to get silly
You better go back to from where you came
Because the cops don’t need you
And man they expect the same
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost
I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they’d stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I’m going back to New York City
I do believe I’ve had enough
Bob Dylan, Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues
This song always reminds me of the Pema Chodren line:
You are the sky. Everything else – it's just the weather. The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with.
“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.”
― Pema Chödrön
Take heed Star Seeds - we really are all in this one together.
And in light of the recent pushing of drugs on us by our overlords - losing sight of our constitutional rights to bodily autonomy :
Well my ship’s been split to splinters and it’s sinking fast
I’m drownin’ in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it’s light and it’s free
I’ve got nothin’ but affection for all those who’ve sailed with me
Everybody movin’ if they ain’t already there
Everybody got to move somewhere
Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow
Things should start to get interesting right about now
My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
I know that fortune is waitin’ to be kind
So give me your hand and say you’ll be mine
Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long
Are those gorgeous dogs Malamutes?
Give me dogs any day (love them as much as I do cats). 💙🐾🐾