Come on man, open your mouth & take your medicine and you'll see the same thing, Nothing
It ain't my fault it's the way it is, it's nobody's fault at all, neither human nor divine, it's A Thing
Neither more nor less than one's construct of a conceptual figment of imagination, it's the sun
Nothing everywhere even if you're blind, deaf & dumb as a stoned rock, it's all to human, son.
With or without you, God's stage is set to atrophy in millions of years, meaning no mo' trippin'
Orphaned or well educated & well cared for as if your bones are immortal, a rock of mortal sin
Gold or silver is the way of the warrior and the monk, dependent on the spun yarn recalled fur
Colored skins on naked apes, all that was offered when my injection infected every him & her.
Think this way or no way at all, we're all alive, animal, microbes, planted Earth fauna to vanish
In a sunami of solar flairs, all H2O will turn out to be the God we're always referring to, A Dish
Minds over Matter but there's no mind without It, Matter is everything except emptied Space
No atomic life's left in this universe, holy savior ain't here man, above a crossbone skull's face.
Conceived, stillborn, immortalized, forgotten in the end, nobody cares, it's over when it's over
Do not shoot the messenger with your bow and arrow from Cupid or a zillion Rudy Valentinos
Here's the thing, the whole thing and nothing but the thing itself, you can't make this scat up
Poeism ettiquette dreams in a huge vacuum of Mr Big's mind, gargantuan God's Cannabis cup.
Stream the smoke from fire to the emptiness we all know from the womb, dark, wet, desolate
Then into sunlight without warning, left to fend for itself, the zygote turns to corpse man bait
Attraction laws can have no disregard for the pull of positive and negative charged electric chit
Photons, electrons, protons, neutrons of evolved apes on Earth explain no Space stargate fate.
Give credit to monks, queens & kings who cooked up mythology, a wonderful magical human
To be or not to be if only that were the only question, there are more, like where's God been?
There's no divinity, it's probably the Truth, replaced the fear & loathing with blinded faith fun
In your ancestors worship of animals and aliens and just Earth, Wind & Fire, alternatives None.
I see nothing I need to change, I have no power to do anything more nor less than I've done
Sons fathered to jack the nests around to their fate, out of my wings' feathers, we havin' fun
Almost already gone before I knew it, fell down and phuqed up many more times than a few
Now, here this, at the bottom where the sun don't shine & at the pinnacle of One, God's jew.
Christ's spark came before the Law, burning forever in perpetuity, no other way to be a Man
Come down from a virgin's womb, blow away all prejudice of the herd, die in vain for nothin'
Home or visiting far away from the place in the nest where you can sleep with one eye open
Extinction of you is coming, count on it, it's not for me to say, but I'm sayin' it anyway, I Sin!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier XV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ Drafted despite the inept attempts at the beauty of consciousness to take me far away from here, so I killed it while listenin' to 1977's @MarshallTuckerBand #FlyLikeAnEagle on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rZl7tqXVoEw & #MeetSweetVirginia by @TRAIN link @ https://youtu.be/dwkrkQhHyj0 }
SPACE IN A DEEP SUCKLE OF A PRODIGY'S MARXIST TEATS, VIRGIN'S EATIN' YELLOW SNOW IN A DREAM, #JK TIME
You may want to open your eyes before you jump over the cliff, you gotta KYA goodbye
Mayhem won't ever happen again to the April Fool, One and the same as the Many high
Weed sold to smoke as if it's an evolutionary adaptation to extinguish government cheese
Seed within, egg without, hatch of a bajillion ancestors chillin' in an evolutionary freeze.
Loaded & locked to be certain a catastrophic uncertainty principle won't raise an ugly head
There is a reason for this rhyme, it's because Chicken Little was warning lightening & thunder
Was all comin' into your grill, just the cool air calmin' down, masonic spell cast, a golden lead
Princes and queens moved the pawns where they needed to be, above & below down under.
From category to subject, object, predicates & verbs of noise is so "much ado about nothing"
I didn't make this up, it's a mere reportage of the many tattle taling on a lost One in SingSing
You're #Woke, you see what you were never taught to see while in catechism's propaganda
Karl marks an X on the spot that's somewhere in Time & Space, on mean mankind's agenda.
If you have exactly what it takes to succeed, you're ready for the disappointments of the free
Nobody lives forever, nobody gets off of the Earth alive with any known, conscious selfhood
There's no real #Hehl to pay because we're not renting the Space or the Time, it's an accident
Ones who made the decision are dead and gone, I'm in charge, I think, ergo I am a #Godsend.
I've been doin' the hustle on the Roseville Road train tracks, there's no sheriff in town at all
You & I are well armed and dangerous & ready for the #HaveNots comin' for your me & y'all
Pretending that reality is this thing you perceive as life on Earthworks for a few moments too
But in the end, eyes are stuck wide-opened like the jaw agape to the open-minded blue fool.
That's you, after your death, nobody but you, no kinfolk, no strangers, it's a solo cup flight
Red, blue or yellow is the plethora of the container, it holds and it won't let you get a crack
In the middle of the middle fork in the road, there are no worries, there's nothing present
Void, absence of atomic matter, all wavelengths of light, ultraviolet to infrared, hella sent.
It's a pity party you're in, I'm not invited, I'd have to turn down the gesture, you punk floyd
Shake your head back & forth 'cause you don't like the force that's in charge of that ol' lady
Mother Earth spinning, wobbling the demagogues and pilgrims who live & die in The Void
Energy blows dicks & clicks, over here, over there & everywhere, capitol's gains I see!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Janvier XIV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{ #Commons & #HouseOfLords of the flies all around the mulberry bush & London Bridge produced this thought of rhyme while inspiration forced me after listenin' carefully & watchin' @TheOffice #Best link @ https://youtu.be/M8KmqaJvgpE }
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 }
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.
