MY HIDING PLACE.....?
Dear WPA, Josh, Monty, and all NEWLYWEDS out there... The idea of being LATE or unready for one's own wedding has been on almost everyone's mind at some time or other. So i guess it is a "shared" image. Now knocking over a glass jar on my nightstand is different. Now somewhere along the line i "wondered" about the "world" sort of sitting there. I thought of Granny and her denture cup, but just briefly. But on waking some people immediately reach for their "glasses". Glass Jar...Glasses...nah...
So i sat back and closed my eyes and started a simple prayer. Because between all the threads that seem to mention my name, none are what i would have gone looking for. But then again, i seem to be running into things that i sure did not expect. But then again being the "faceless" "sleeper" is an interesting conceptualization.
But i had been praying...and i kept getting looped into "YOU ARE MY HIDING PLACE, OH LORD..." and kept coming to a blank with the SONGS OF DELIVERANCE. After last Saturday's bunch of "songs" i wanted to go slowly and make sure i was hearing clearly....
And i found myself standing in a rolling meadow. Nice thick grass all around, and i wondered... where are THE SHEEP? As i walked toward a little hill i noticed a spot in the grass. Something had been digging.... and i walked over to a small hole in the ground. In typical fashion i began to consider the possibilities of what was doing the excavation. Too big for mole, gopher or prairie dog, too small for woodchuck and badger. And all of a sudden i started to hear catches of a TUNE on the breeze....
As i was straining to hear and remember a white rabbit in waist coat and vest ran to the hole on his hind legs. As he made the effort to remove his pocket watch from his vest pocket i remember praying..."OH LORD, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING...".
Of course THE MARCH HARE announced..."I'M LATE" and went straight down the RABBIT HOLE....and then I recognized the TUNE....nooo, not Disney...1970's San Francisco....Surrealistic Pillow....
When men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
Now members of the WPA...imagine this is all part and parcel to a REALITY SHOW....and you vote on whether I go down the rabbit hole or not....
Now the SECOND IMAGE i got was of Jackie Gleason pointing his finger at Audrie Meadows and PRONOUNCING ...one DAY ALICE...TO THE MOON... "TIMES UP"...."I'M LATE"...."FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE"....OY...and we have DISNEY....
I'm late, I'm late for a very important date.
No time to say hello, good-bye, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late
I'm late and when I wave, I lose the time I save.
My fuzzy ears and whiskers took me too much time to shave.
I run and then I hop, hop, hop, I wish that I could fly.
There's danger if I dare to stop and here's a reason why:
I'm over-due, I'm in a rabbit stew.
Can't even say good-bye,
hello, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.
Is it me, or the idea of being in a hurry to be in "a rabbit stew" sounds plain wrong. And then THE SECOND SONG CAME....
When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joy within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind [, your mind] is [so} full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
tears are running [down,] down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love
and then i get a THIRD SONG and a THIRD IMAGE all at once...and i wonder if that is awaiting me at the other end of the rabbit hole...FRANKENBRIDE...! ! !
Her neon mouth with the blinking soft smile
Nothing but an electric sign
You could say she has an individual style
She's part of a colorful time
Secrecy of lady-chrome-covered clothes
You wear cause you have no other
But I suppose no one knows
You're my plastic fantastic lover
Her rattlin' cough never shuts off
Is nothin' but a used machine
Her aluminum finish, slightly diminished
Is the best I ever have seen
Cosmetic baby plugged into me
Never ever find another
I realize no one's wise
To my plastic fantastic lover
The electrical dust is starting to rust
Her trapezoid thermometer taste
All the red tape is mechanical rape
Of the TV program waste
Data control and IBM
Science is mankind's brother
But all I see is drainin' me
On my plastic fantastic lover
and i remember another song from long ago...and I wonder how all this will actually play out....
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are
written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Now i will stop here...too many images all coming together for here and now...
anybody got some thoughts...
selah
dog