No matter what you’ve lost, Rise Again

January 13, 2009

heartdiagram1I don’t know anything about being on the ocean.

But I try to listen when stories are told about forces of nature that overtake man’s best-laid plans. Coping with disasters, natural and man-made, has been an interest of mine for some time.

Franchising comes on you like a hurricane. It disrupts all relationships, your self-identity, causes such pain and casts you out onto a dung pile. it did it to me and I can tell you, others seem to share my experiences.

But in the midst of it all, there are messages out there calling you to take care and to take heart.

  • Springsteen: Gettin’ beat and then playin’ again,‘Till their strength gives out or their heart gives in, Now who’s the man who thinks he can decide, Whose dreams will live and whose shall be pushed aside, Has he ever walked down these streets at night, And looked into the eyes of…None baby but the brave
  • Dylan: Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.
  • Harrison: I don’t know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love, I don’t know how someone controlled you, they bought and sold you
  • Petty: Baby we ain’t the first, I’m sure a lot of other lover’s been burned, Right now this seems real to you, But it’s one of those things, You gotta feel to be true
  • Cohen: And everybody knows that you’re in trouble, Everybody knows what you’ve been through, From the bloody cross on top of calvary, To the beach of malibu, Everybody knows it’s coming apart, Take one last look at this sacred heart, Before it blows, And everybody knows

One form is through music. You should listen to Stan Rogers as much as you can. If you think this is good, his ballads will kill the part of you that is hardening.

And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he’d been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were just five of us aboard her when she finally was awash.
We’d worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.

Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she’s worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

All spring, now, we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I’ve had the bends.
Thank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I’d never have the strength to go below.
But we’ve patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down.
Put cables to her, ‘fore and aft and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And watch the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

Rise again, rise again – though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what you’ve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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Brothers

October 5, 2008

For me, it always started at about 3:25, here in 1971. But I can get behind Clapton (2002) and Prince (2004), too.

While My Guitar Gently Weeps, George Harrison

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how you were diverted
no one alerted you
I don’t know how you were inverted
you were perverted too

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps


Down on Bullshit Avenue

September 27, 2008
International Symbol of Deaf and Near-Deaf

International Symbol of Deaf and Near-Deaf

A second great depression upon us all and all the U.S. media gives the world is BS.

The reasons behind the recent worldwide economic crisis are the same things that are killing franchising: inappropriate regulatory structure.

Industries require rules and enforcement to make sure the pirates don’t take over the ship from the ethical operators. Chesterton said that there are two ways to succeed: doing good work or cheating.

Absent any meaningful oversight and considering human nature, Guess which one always trumps the other?

  • Every time…under all conditions…The lesson learned from World Depression I.

Proofs:

Long Play: I would direct your attention to a very good article called Turning a Blind Eye: Wall Street Financing of Predatory Lending by Kathleen C. Engel and Patricia A. McCoy. It is 65 pages of the most comprehensive and accurate explanation of what happens when you let the 2 year olds loose in the candy store. Free download. [What’s not to love about ssrn.org?]

Short Play: Listen and follow along with George Harrison‘s 2002 posthumously released album.

Our gullibility and laziness are used as the yeast that leavens frauds of many colours. Don’t look to the baker; if he doesn’t do it, someone else will assuredly know the recipe.

Maybe thinking for ourselves and questioning the glib sound bites is a way around and through this sewage?

Brainwashed, George Harrison

Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
and brainwashed by their rules

Brainwashed by our leaders
By our Kings and Queens
Brainwashed in the open and brainwashed
behind the scenes

God God God
A voice cried in the wilderness
God God God
it was on the longest night
God God God
An eternity of darkness
God God God
Someone turned out the spiritual light

Brainwashed by the Nikkei
Brainwashed by Dow Jones
Brainwashed by the FTSE
Nasdaq and secure loans
Brainwashed us from Brussels
Brainwashing us in Bonn
Brainwashing us in Washington
Westminster in London

God God God
You are the wisdom that we seek
God God God
The lover that we miss
God God God
Your nature is eternity
God God God
You are Existence, Knowledge, Bliss

The soul does not love, it is love itself
It does not exist, It is existence itself
It does not know, It is knowledge itself
“How to Know God” Page 130

They brainwashed my great uncle
Brainwashed my cousin Bob
They even got my grandma when she was
working for the mob
Brainwash you while you’re sleeping
While you’re in a traffic jam
Brainwash you while you’re weeping
While still a baby in your pram
Brainwashed by the Military
Brainwashed under duress
Brainwashed by the media
You’re brainwashed by the press
Brainwashed by computer
Brainwashed by mobile phones
Brainwashed by the satellite
Brainwashed to the bone

God God God
Won’t you lead us through this mess
God God God
From the places of concrete
God God God
Nothing’s worse than ignorance
God God God
I just won’t accept defeat

God God God
Must be something I forgot
God God God
Down on Bullshit Avenue
God God God
If we can only stop the rot
God God God
Wish that you’d brainwash us too

Namah Parvati Pataye Hare Hare Mahadev
Namah Parvati Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvati Pataye Hare Hare

Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Hare Hare Hare Hare Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva

Namah Parvati Pataye Hare Hare
Namah Parvati Pataye Hare Hare
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva
Shiva Shiva Shankara Mahadeva


Knows there’s no success like failure, Failure’s no success at all

September 2, 2008

I was reminded recently while reading about losers that Bob Dylan often warned about how much some money can cost.

Ambition is okay as long as you remember that you can fail at something without re-defining yourself as a loser. Franchising tends to rub out identity, stigmatize and  then silence people.

People think I hate franchising but it is the exact opposite (which is what you come to expect nearing the big 5Oh). I a sense, my mistress is the way franchising was; the way the Titans treated each other.

  • There are people that remember. I am alone but not lonely.
  • Sometimes the only way to say it is through verse and melody.

Love Minus Zero/No Limit, Bob Dylan

My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
Doesn’t have to say she’s faithful,
Yet she’s true, like ice, or fire.

People carry roses,
Make promises by the hour,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can’t buy her.

In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk over situations,
Read books and repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.

Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
Knows there’s no success like failure,
And that failure’s no success at all.

The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles,
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even a pawn must hold a grudge.

Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she doesn’t bother,
She knows not to argue or to judge.

The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.

The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she’s like some raven,
At my window with a broken wing.


Beware of thoughts that linger

July 22, 2008

Beware of Darkness, George Harrison, Other words

Watch out now, take care
Beware of falling swingers
Dropping all around you
The pain that often mingles
In your fingertips
Beware of darkness

Watch out now, take care
Beware of the thoughts that linger
Winding up inside your head
The hopelessness around you
In the dead of night

Beware of sadness
It can hit you
It can hurt you
Make you sore and what is more
That is not what you are here for

Watch out now, take care
Beware of soft shoe shufflers
Dancing down the sidewalks

As each unconscious sufferer
Wanders aimlessly
Beware of maya

Watch out now, take care
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you should not go
While weeping atlas cedars
They just want to grow, grow and grow
Beware of darkness (beware of darkness)


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