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Thursday, January 13, 2022

#BIBBITY-BOPPITY-BOO #BADA-BING-BADA-BOOM #BeMyBaby #PeterPan #Lazybones #NeverHearAWordISay #SomethinBoutATruck #Redbone #FATS #RaiseAcup

THIS ONE'S FOR YOU RONNIE, #PETERPAN #LETSRIDE, LOVE DEMON GODS
Did y'all plan this infection of conception, deception, inception & dissolution?  White light's in
There's no way on this rare Earth in mid-deep, empty space you can be a mortal or venial sin
I mean, you're funny to say the joke but I feel sorry for you & the feed you've been fed, dude
In one way or another, maybe at the end with one last gasp, you'll finally #GetIt, I'm so rude!

Original sinnin', now we're talkin' disobedience to the authority of heavenly Earth's law, son
Some immortal and some just gone to Hehl in a hand basket of apples without knowing why
Up above or so below this terrain that it's underground, a centered core in a Painted Canyon
Moving and unmoved though at One with duality and the trifecta of Wins, Luck of One Die.

Gravity in beating a drum and the freefall into emptiness is all for your conscious mind's fizz
This is not a denial of reality, it's the denial of fantasy and the dissolution of the myth's jizz
I don't mean to be rude, yet I'm honest & upfront which is perceived as rude as funky Trolls
Just looked for trouble and found it at every turn, even hiding in the darkness, I Am The Sol.

Here and there the utter nonsense stacks up right there in front of your very eyes, it's War
Between the states of being alone and the being in the company of strangers and orphans
Who live with or without you being here and now, it makes no difference in the long Runs
Battle lines drawn on the dirty ground between rain storms, I blinked, I ate the whole star.

It appears to be an infinite dream for now until you become the corpse without a holy A-soul
Nothing but all of us lettin' our hearts beat until the last one moves the blood 'round the hole
Montgomery to Tacoma, slipped into that warm, holy darkness, more of nothing, matter blue
Songs unsung because of breaths unbreathed, slipped into darkness' boots, oh mama, I knew.

Mention the Singularity once & that's the last thing that needs to be said, I love you, now go
Function of the calculus is right in front of blind men's eyes, blind women know it all though
Why ask why when you know it's not going to mean a thing in a hundred years, be the Tool
Love who you can, love as long as you can, even if not reciprocated, just Love, it's #TheRule!

As if it means anything more than just a luck of a draw, random Rando bad luck, Brandonism
Meaning anything by the statements' words, phrases and deduced conclusions is optional, so
Keep it all in mind, during and after the epic epiphany, the sun never shined on the hole again
Dreaming in the bed is good and better than the alternative, dead weight divorced death kiss.

What is wrong with you?  You never kiss me or hold my hand anymore, you ain't got Time, eh
I got the Space if you got the Time, bring it on home right here to my DiTomasso, little queenie
When I say what's on my mind, you'll know it's a cool ride for the good, bad & ugly final scene
Forever & a day after that, terrestrial worms all One, squirming in mud, my blood can #KMA!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, Janvier XIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini
{ Kicked this jam out while listenin' to @BonnieRaitt 1989 concert @OaklandColiseumArena link @ https://youtu.be/scokz7A4kkU & @LeonRedbone doin' #DoubleTime #DiddyWaDiddie link @ https://youtu.be/cJJwQjvUbF0 }
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𝗜𝗻 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀: 𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 - [𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝗬𝘃𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁; 𝗘𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗺, 𝟭𝟬 𝐀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝘀𝐭 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟑 - 𝟭𝟮 𝐉𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝐲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮] - 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀, 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗮-𝗲𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁 '𝗕𝗲 𝗠𝘆 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆'? 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗿𝘆, 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 - 𝗥𝗜𝗣
𝗕𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝘀. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗣𝗵𝗶𝗹 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 (𝟴𝟭 𝘆𝗿𝘀) 𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗻𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟲𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭. Live performance at tv show Shindig! , aired on US tv: 11 August 1965 Songwriters: Eleanor Louise "Ellie" Greenwich (✝ 68 yrs - Brooklyn, 23 October 1940 - New York, 26 August 2009) and Jeff Barry (born Joel Adelberg; New Nork, April 3, 1938) Lead singer: Veronica Bennett (later known as Ronnie Spector) Born: August 10, 1943, New York City. Backing vocals: Ronnie Spector-Bennett, Nedra Talley, born January 27, 1946 in New York City, Estelle Bennett born: July 22, 1941, New York City - († Feb. 11, 2009, Englewood - New Jersey) Supporting backing vocals: Ellie Greenwich (✝26 Aug. 2009) , Nino Tempo, Bobby Sheen (✝), Sonny Bono (✝) , Cher, Darlene Love, Fanita James, and Gracia May-Nitzsche Band: The Wrecking Crew with Hal Blaine on drums with his famous intro. That famous drum intro was an accident. Hal Blaine said: "I was supposed to play the snare on the second beat as well as the fourth, but I dropped a stick. Being the faker I was in those days, I left the mistake in and it became: “Bum-ba-bum-BOOM!” And soon everyone wanted that beat. No less an authority than Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys has declared 'Be My Baby' the greatest pop record ever made.The song drove Brian Wilson mad with envy. Wilson says it is his favorite record, stating in Q Magazine's 1001 Best songs Ever: "This is a special one for me. What a great sound, the Wall of Sound. Boy, first heard this on the car radio and I had to pull off the road, I couldn't believe it. The choruses blew me away; the strings are the melody of love. It has the promise to make the world better." The Ronettes recorded "Be My Baby" in July 1963, Los Angeles at the Gold Star Studios famous for its echo chamber and was released in August 1963 at Philles Records. Producer: the infamous Phill Spector. By the fall of that year, it had become a top ten hit, peaking at number 2 on the Billboard Top 100. "Our lives were turned upside down," Ronnie later recalled. "All the things I'd ever dreamed about were finally coming true "Be My Baby" turned out to be a huge record for the Ronettes; radio stations constantly played the song throughout the fall of 1963. Their unpolished but flirty voices, and Ronnie’s breaking “whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh” in “Be My Baby,” have echoed through generations of female rock singers. "Be My Baby" inspired a legion of Ronettes fans, including Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys, who wrote "Don't Worry Baby" as a tribute to the group. The song is also notable for being the first recording work done by Cher, who was one of the backing vocals on the song. Cher, the girlfriend of Sonny Bono at the time (who was then working for Phil Spector) was asked to join the back-up singers when one of them didn't show up for the recording that day. " 'Be My Baby' was the first record I ever sang on," Cher later wrote. "...I went out and stood in front of this big speaker and sang 'be my, be my baby' with the Ronettes and all these other singers."Ah huh huh", and "Be My Baby!," Cher became a permanent backup singer for songs recorded by the Ronettes, along with other songs Phil Spector produced for his label Philles Records. Phil Spector (81 yrs, born Harvey Phillip Spector, December 26, 1939 - January 16, 2021) convicted on April 13, 2009, for the second-degree murder of Lana Clarkson — a blond actress who was found shot to death in the legendary producer’s 30-room mansion. It was a tragic end to a music career that saw as many dizzying heights as it did truly bizarre twists. He was serving a prison sentence of 19 years to life and would be 88 years (in 2027) old before becoming eligible for parole. But Spector died January 16th , 2021of covid19 related complications. 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝟭𝟵-𝘁𝗼-𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 (𝗙𝗲𝗯.𝟯, 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟯). In 2007, the Ronettes were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame introduced by Keith Richards, and into the Vocal Group Hall of Fame in 2004. The Ronettes were the only girl group that toured with the Beatles.

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

#FriendsNotFriends #BitYourHandFeedMeMore #FreedomNoneYours

SITTING BULL, HERE & NOW, WAITING ON MY MEDICINE 
Quite a simple mind attempting to utilize logic and reason designed by holy mankind's funk
Nothing in this universe, as we know it, is actually anything other than ol' Time jerkin' mine
Who I am, what I am is not as important as who you are & what YOU are, too human drunk
Out of sight with insight, communism is sharing it all with the miscreants on the hot terrain.

Punks, bums and junkies pretending to be the best thing since slice bread and burnt crust
On Earth or in the Sea, all in the empty space of Nitrous Oxide, a laughin' gas turns to rust
Nothing matters and if it did, you wouldn't care enough to try to change what is inevitable
A good day in the neighborhood of an eighth continent, underground, under one God's hell.

Funk is high on the list of bacteria, there's a chink in the DNA armor, you are all shrinking too
Before you know it, you've moved on from the memory of the past into the all-present brew
If you buckle up your seat belt, you'll remain in place for the entire ride, it's One bumpy one
In the mud, the blood and the near beer, I'm on my own green, whiskey and rye, yeah mon!

All in & all out, just a matter of Time in this Space, your limit cannot be decreased, a dunk slam
Infinity's own since conception, nurtured by inception-deception on the way to one black sun
On a regular basis, every spin of rock Earth in it's infinite giddy-up, a loop in a One, God's Adam
Need my medicine, wrote it down on a wall in a torch-lit-dark cave, a UFO crashed, #SamIAm.

Function of research is what it's all about, trust the science of the low income program, extinction
There's the Singularity left, it's needing to be what it is, a collapsed star, not an immortal angel sin
Come on man!  You need to grow up, you might die today or tonight, maybe in your sleep, a dream
Nevermore to awaken my 208 bones to roam the plains, to eat & to defecate, cycle circle, my Son.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, Janvier One Two, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to the mighty @ArmstrongUndGetty @KSTE650AM link @https://www.iheart.com/live/talk-650-229/?cmp=web_share&embed=true }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

#FINKUniversityGraduate #69class69 #JuiceSmoothInTheGroove #RAIDERS2022 @VegasRaiders

CHEERIO MAN, NOBODY GETS OUT ALIVE, POPS & MOMS ARE THE BIRDS & BEES *
Droppin' tailgate behind the corn, around 2 AM, down by the creek under the full moon light
Last time since the first time & I can't get past the no trespass sign but I got beer on ice, right
Bold as I wanted to be without my clothes on top yours on the tree limb, mercy to the allstars
All of them sparkled because of the temperature rising, to conceive the notion to make Ours.

Boys and girls all get over it if they don't become a priest or a nun, figure it out, you dipsht
What it is can't be anymore than this civilized culture allows, tell it yourself in a hall closet
How many listen is zero and how many are sayin' words written on rock tablets in a flow
Commands of One to the Many?  Come on man!  UFO's have travelled in Time, to & fro.

I think you'll agree or disagree but I don't give a hoot, still I'm gonna reboot your PC, Love, sir
OK, now it's time again to spill the beans on the lowdown, forgive & don't shoot a messenger
Your hard drive fried software?  Nothing can be done except turn omega's back on a third eye
Started with a kiss & led to more, baby's a marine hero all gone, stars, stripes, cherry 3.14 pi.

Mercy and Hope have little to do with the little bit of sympathy I can ween from the dry teat
Charity for every atom, every galaxy and girls with red sun dresses on, something about that
Compulsory nature to move the rocks and animate the unmoved mover, to be alive as a Man
Or Woman who incubated them in the holier than thou womb where y'all come from, #1 fan.

Probably won't see this in writing more than once or twice in a lifetime, lucky draw for some
Dive right into the deep end, recollect the happiness and good times when nothing mattered
Other than those birds and bees, those moments flyin' around the Ether, life fleeting, oh no!
You forget now and then and take it for granted, it happens, it returns, climax's suck & blow !

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, Janvier Onze, MMXXII Anno Domini at 555 AMPST
{ Drafted out of sympathy for Ones who will never know the unbelievable while listenin' to a loop of @KipMoore - #Somethin''BoutATruck #Somethin''BoutACreekRoundTwoAM link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E & @BillyGibbons LIVE @DarylsHouse link @ https://youtu.be/YQmuibsXoDM }
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