Dreamtime Upon the Dreamteam
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0 DREAMTIME U P O N T H E DREAMTEAM as written by Jimmy Stewart --- --- --- A Philosophical Standpoint… Encompassing a brief observational history of human evolution, cascading crumbling civilisations, professional billionaire superhuman athletes, God & Satan, poofs & puffs of smoke, and - mercifully - the redemptive power of love. Herein lies an old-skool fairy tale throwback for the modern day fallout. A Prayer & Warning for the Great Southern Land, still so green, so gold… Couldn’t’ve done it without ya, Ostraya! The Land of Oz, the Dumb Lucky Country, The Aboriginal Land of Dreamtime. Forging forward onwards & upwards towards the American Dream, beneath our radiant Southern Cross… In joyful strains then let us sing… And let’s just keep on dreaming! --- --- --- “Judge not your woman, for you may love her less” – fortune-cookie. --- --- --- To be slipped into Michelle Bachman's suggestion box & also Felicity Cripps letterbox.x & also kept in a box & given back to Pandora at least until SOMEBUDDY opens it, hopefully --- --- --- For my old friends & comrade babes in arms - The divine & sublime Luke Stockdale & Jasmin Kaset – With warm thanks, endless love & appreciation. You are two of the funniest most inspirational creatures I know x Shout-out down the line to brothaz n sistaz James Rubio, Kimberley Ana de los Angeles & little dawgies Charlie, Lu-Lu & Diesel, not to mention Metal-Monkey, Earth-Horse, No Wind-No Wave, Number Ten, Jonny A. And this one's for you too Jo Jo. This is still bullshit x Copyright pasteleft Jimmy Stewart June-July 2012 Nashville & Brooklyn USA. Completed down on the farm at “Carrigmore”, in the country of the Land of Oz, September 2012-April 2013, & still going strong in September 2014, On or off the planet, whichever galaxy you're in x --- --- --- 1 --- --- --- “Dreamtime Upon The Dreamteam” by Jimmy Stewart (Acting President of the United States of Intoxication, the High-Sherriff of Nothingman, Doctor of Situations, Number Eleven). Brought to you by Waste Management, Wasted Management, & Totally Wasted Time Management Incorporatarsed. Also by the same author… “Miserable Lamentations of an Adolescent Killjoy” (1998) “The Prophecy of the One” (2000) “The Magical Little Red Bongiorno Bicycle” (2008) “Miserable Considerations of a 30-something Train-wreck” (current work-in-progress) About the author… Born in Melbourne in 1980, he grew up in Colbinabbin (pop. 113) until age 18 & spent the next dozen or so years gallivanting about Melbourne, Australia & Planet Earth mostly. Since 2009 Jim has lived off & on in the USA, Darwin, Adelaide, Fitzroy, Brunswick, W.A. & is currently enjoying the most of the passing of time at the farmhouse Carrigmore in Wanalta, Victoria, where the Stewart’s have resided for five generations as farmers & part-time muso’s. He could go further back, or forward, but cares not to. Let’s stay right. Here. When he’s not hard at work with farm/brain duties, or drinking tea, smoking bush bud & writing bad poetry, Jimmy moonlights on stage with his live bands Clinkerfield & The Miserable Little Bastards, who’ve both released many recordings, & as a solo performer/itinerant vagabond/general roustabout. The future is, as always, bright and mostly unclear. For bookings/infringement notices… Waste Management, c/o 13 Mitchell St, Colbinabbin VIC Australia 3559 www.jimmystewartswonderfullife.wordpress.com --- --- --- “The stars are matter, the earth is matter, you and I are matter… …but it doesn’t matter.” – Don Van Vliet The joke is over. --- --- --- 2 This page has been left. 3 This page has been left intentionally blank, and your fridge door is probably open, beeping at you. 4 DREAMTIME… 5 This page has been left intentionally blank. Please stand clear of the closing doors. 6 “America, you ogre! You greedy engorged thief! I thank your God your time will be relatively brief. But Australia, you child! You lucky young buffoon! Do you really want to get there so soon?” For this twenty-twelve summer heat burns with a new clear light, It's hot as hell in a hundred shitty cities here tonight. So, are we already in hell? Well, you could say we might as well be. It's what the neon signs sell me And what my friends all tell me, And it has filled me full of fright… For I have been a moonshiner For 15 long years And I thought that drinking would get me But now I don't know what will! Yea, I shed the same old useless tears In similar innumerable numbered years As Bobby's, Chan's and Leadbelly's blues, And all those dead and gone on through - And all you bastards still living too - All thru the endless years - Who knew?! That all these same regrets and fears Would only bear fruitless cheers? Wasted years On whiskey and beer, Cocaine and fear. With the devil willing, Cup ever-filling, Now clouds draw near And rain is falling On deaf ears Because: "We're already in hell." "We're already in hell!!!" I wish we could go to hell!* --- --- --- * careful what you wish for 7 ANNOUNCEMENT: O Great Pedestrian Plebeian Pheasant Plucking Present Peasants! Hark! For at this moment, in this late dire hour Totally Wasted Waste Management presently presents… Thoughts and feelings to devour. A trifle sweet, a little sour. But Behold! My boat has begun to sail The case for sanity to prevail Over vanity, greed and gluttony – hear me wail… Over fear, corruption and stupidity – hear me rail… Over apathy, bigotry and all religions – feel my nail! Against all your closed doors wars I blow a terrible righteous gale… In the direction of you, To Whom It May Concern, Right here in this living hell I want y’all to burn as well! Hear what I tell: For if we're already in hell now, Well now, Mrs. Prime Minister & Mr. President! Let me tell you please, and please do allow - For what I actually meant (About already being in hell…) Well… I would like to go to hell for a brief moments respite. Yes, I would like a spell from this infernal unearthly delight, Away from your minions and their millions of fights; Away from these interminable molten nights; Away from these blazing laboratory lights; Down from these dangerous giddy heights; It seems - on a whole – we’re none too bright! Keep on Rocking the cradles in the growing dark On lazy afternoons in Apocalypso park Bathed in a healthy nuclear light - Waiting for the babes to wake in fright. --- --- --- 8 Did you hear what he says she said he says? Do you think I look nice in my summer dress? And what's under there is anyone's guess! For look! It's Russia! And China! The Reds! Don't it make you want to bang butt heads!? O Split Korea! Wouldn't wanna be ya! Beaten to the pinch by an angry little inch, Another sub space station in the sky - another multi billion dollar cinch! Another big red button, another lamb that cooks like mutton. Another eye-sore that I saw And my sore old eyes abhor That knowledge is for cutting And privilege is for gutting. That jagged rocks are jutting And it seems the doors of sense are shutting... I can hear the old crone tut-tut-tutting… I can hear the cold drones put-put-putting… Can I get a rousing round of applause? Great world wars! Great whores! Great gaping sores! These are mighty incredible astronomical scores! So yes! Salutations! Congratulations! And commiserations! You are all such big impressive guys! And dolls! And nations! But have you ever looked around and seen it Through your child's eyes? You trolls! Damnation! Well if you did... You wouldn't kid, and you'd see what’s done is done Because of what we did, and look what is hid, behind the erupting sun… And do you see you act so childish? Do you see your petulance? Are these really your solutions to this poor polluted dance? Are we really all just standing round Wondering what's packing down our pants? And I wonder what reveille the snake charmer sounds When the pythons start to necromanse... Well I have to say - it's a doomed romance. I've seen you prance, and I've had my chance To dance, and I did, But still turns the mill, And look, my honey! It has made me ill! Damned guilty as charged - The shame is enlarged - By association, disassociation, and united divided associated nations. And we're damned if we can't, and damned if we can! I am another self-made small-time criminal mental patient Man At large. --- --- --- 9 THIS IS WHAT THE HEADLINES ROAR: Look! My world is bigger n yours! And listen! My song is louder n yours! And heck! My schlong is longer n yours! And feck! My shame is licking its paws! And see! My name's more tarnished n yours! And hark! My snake is more coiled n yours! And look at it's head in it's own jaws! And it swallows it's tail - never to fail - And the snail slides slimily On the tip of a nail. And look! It's squashed home is more broken than yours! And look! It's sluggish life more over than yours! And look! I'm a book chained behind giant steel doors. But look! Man the oars! Get down on all fours! A tsunami, mummy! Hear how it roars! Feel the rain, see the deluge – feel torrential new force. And let me tell you, papa - when it rains, it POURS! And you'd best believe you'll read it and weep! Pray your soul to keep before ye sleep.