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One more fugitive angel…

Yet Another Angel's Vacation

 

I must have prodigal angels on my mind.

Last night I saw For Heaven’s Sake, one of those 40’s movies (actually 1950) featuring exceedingly human angels. Like Jack Benny in The Horn Blows at Midnight, Clifton Webb’s angel is a foul-up, to put it delicately.

Benny is sent to earth to sound the final trumpet blast that will signal the end of earth — a minor planet that’s been more trouble than it’s worth for far too long, according to Benny’s immediate heavenly superior — but he misses the beat (the horn has to sound at midnight, exactly) because he stops to save a pretty young suicide.

Webb’s assignment is far less epochal… he’s sent to arrange for the conception (hinted at by references to champagne and romantic music as precursors to the crux of the mission) of a young girl who has been waiting patiently for her childless, show biz couple prospective parents to make the move. (Strikingly, for the era — but subtly, nonetheless — it’s also hinted that the couple has been using birth control — of some form controlled by the wife — to wait for a convenient time to start the family. Although Bob Cummings as the Broadway producer prospective dad seems so thoroughly distracted that he barely seems to be aware of his wife as anything but the longtime leading lady of his plays…)

Anyhow, where was I?

Ah, yes, Clifton Webb’s angel assumes the role of a drawling Texas millionaire who can be enticed into bankrolling the couple’s next play — but the part takes over the angel actor and he quickly devolves into a big spending bon vivant, completely bollixing heaven’s plans for the little girl’s birth. In the end, it’s only her offer to return to heaven to salvage Webb’s angelic career that gets him to resynch with his angelic dharma and light a fire under the reluctant couple.

Anyhow, there’s a metaphor there, somewhere, that’s talking to me right now but I’ll be damned if I can explain it all, really.

The version of “Angel’s Vacation” below was recorded only an hour or two before Tuesday’s entirely different version.

Internet Archive page for this song (multiple formats/streams)

previous AYoS version (1)
previous AYoS version (2)

ANGEL’S VACATION

He tried to do what was right
but it always turned out wrong
the heavenly host was not impressed
and he had to blow out of town

he came down to earth near Phoenix
in the middle of the summertime
he walked to the first bar he saw
and ordered whiskey, beer, and wine

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

He pushed the desk clerk to a breakdown
and drove the other guests away
he punched out the hotel detective
and ran off with the pretty dark eyed maid

They laid out on the lam for 40 days and nights
and on the 41st they had to rest
the pretty dark eyed maid was all worn out
and the angel was scared to death

he knew they’d have no trouble tracking him down
angels have this certain glow
and when they tell you it’s time to leave,
by God, then it’s time to go

An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day

(C)1990,2005, TK Major

[related song: Goin’ Home ]

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Shame

Don't tread on me -- and don't drag me through the mud of your hatred and greed! 

You want to talk about desecrating the flag of the United States of America?

How about making it a symbol around the world of rape, murder, corruption, greed, and wanton destruction?

It’s apparently easy for some to say, The world is wrong and we are right…

It rolls from their tongue. It’s second nature for them to blame the other guy because they seem to know in their heart of hearts that they are always right.

Maybe they think God talks to them and tells them what they do and think is right, like the current president of our great nation, certain in his own inerrancy as only a self-appointed messiah can be.

History is strewn with the twisted stories of these people who commit the most heinous crimes against man and nature and God with the apparent certainty that they are right and the world is wrong.

Yet those oblivious to the lessons of history — and certainly our current national leadership seem manifestly incapable of learning any lessons at all — doom themselves to repeat that sad history.

When they only harm themselves, I guess that’s their business.

But when they drag our flag and our beloved nation through the ignorance, selfishness, filth and hatred in their hearts — they wound us all.

Whether we like it or not, we cannot help but share the shame that they bring us.

Archive.org page
[multiple download/streaming formats]

first AYoS version
second AYoS version

HAVE U EMBRACED THE BEAST?

Have you embraced the beast?
I see the mark is on your face
Have you embraced the beast?
Are you a slave of greed and hate?

Have you embraced the beast?
Do you serve the war machine?
Have you embraced the beast?
Did you trade in your soul for the finer thinsg?

Have you embraced the beast?
Do your taxes buy bullets for fascist death squads?
Have you embraced the beast?
They’ll be coming to your hometown before too long . . .

Have you embraced the beast?
I see the mark is on your face
Have you embraced the beast?
Are you a slave of greed and hate?

Have you embraced the beast?

Copyright 1984
T.K. Major

Flag image courtesy: Free Clipart or Photos: www.ace-clipart.com

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I’m just listening to the plaster crack… [Blue Recollection]

Blue Recollection

I‘m not the first drunk to suggest that he drank not to forget but to not care. I found that the latter state was typically arrived at just before the former.

I also found that, if you were careful, you could get into that state early in the evening and stay in it until, oh, sometime… sometime when it just didn’t matter, anymore.

I found myself stymied by this song over the last few days. I’d recorded a version of it and started to put it up on the web… but as I listened to it, I realized it simply wasn’t up to the high standards of…

OK, no, seriously, even I couldn’t browbeat myself into putting that version up. The next day, as much because I’d written down the song title in a draft of the day’s AYoS blog entry, I found myself both compelled and unable to finish the song. And move on.

But the song defied me. Hell, it laughed in my face. Late each night I tried again to get an acceptable version. It became, you know, a thing.

I finally turned the song inside out and stripped out the familiar blues elements and repetitions.

I suppose I ought to have a periodic disclaimer that stipulates that I’m painfully aware of how far from pitch my singing typically is. I like to think of it as… uh… expressive.

previous:
Saturday, November 05, 2005

related:
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Friday, March 24, 2006

BLUE RECOLLECTION

Now the last thing I remember
You were walking out the door
My hand reached for the bottle
then there ain’t no more

you’re just a blue recollection
that ain’t nothin’ new
I been having trouble forgetting
to remember that I don’t still love you

I wake up at nite
but it ain’t because of you
I’m just listening to the plaster crack
and the clock tick in the next guy’s room

you’re just a blue recollection
that ain’t nothin’ new
I been having trouble forgetting
to remember that I don’t still love you

Now the last thing I remember
You were walking out the door
My hand reached for the bottle
then there ain’t no more…

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Public Service Advertisement [Rubber Room Rock]

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You’d think it goes without saying to not hurl yourself off PA towers at at concerts yet I’ve seen folks do it, just like I saw a couple guys try to drop out of an old fashioned movie theatre balcony into a row of metal framed theatre chairs. Those guys were both carried away in stretchers and one of them already had a sheet all the way over him.

People do stupid stuff.

When I was at the Grand Canyon I saw a handful of people sunning themselves on an outcropping that was a good, long, running jump. And the drop below it was, oh, I dunno… 600 feet? To make the jump back to terra firma, they had to get all the way back against the canyon edge of the outcropping, run a few yards across it and leap as far as they could to get across.

I watched one of them make the jump and my own heart almost jumped into my throat just watching.

It was so colossally foolhardy.

Anyhow. All that’s by way of introduction to this song, which posits that too may stage dives will eventually put you in the rubber room, where you’ll be doing…

today’s acoustic version:

full version:

RUBBER ROOM ROCK

I used to twist and do the jerk
they don’t let me do that no more
now all I do is do the worm
in my straight jacket down on the floor

but I still rock
I still rock
I do the Rubber Room Rock
Oh yea I rock
I still rock
I do the Rubber Room Rock

Used to slam and bang my head
ten thousand stage dives or more
dove forty feet from a PA tower
and went three feet into the floor

But I still rock
yeah I rock . . .

None of my friends are no fun no more
they just sit in the dayroom and stare at the floor
they come back from the lab with rings round their eyes
therapy’s so expensive — they lobotomize

But they still rock
oh yeah we rock
we do the Rubber Room Rock
Oh sure we rock
unh hunh we rock
we do the Rubber Room Rock

(C)1986, TK Major

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