New revelations from 33 years ago

From Bob Woodward's recent article in papers just after W. Mark Felt revealed himself, I came across this interesting quote:

"There is little doubt Felt thought the Nixon team were Nazis. During this period, he had to stop efforts by others in the bureau to "identify every member of every hippie commune" in the Los Angeles area, for example, or to open a file on every member of Students for a Democratic Society."

In 1972 at the same time I was 18 years old and about to enter college, and I thought the Nixon team were Nazis also. So the third ranking official at the FBI and myself both had the same view of the Nixon team.

And I think by Nazis it doesn't necesarily mean they wore swastika armbands or sang the Horst Wessel song each morning, though G. Gordon Liddy did like to watch Triumph of the Will. I think it just points to the might makes right, law and order, enemies list, bomb the Brookings Institute, do anything to save the plan mentality of this crew.
One has to also remember the Huston plan, which at one point recommended rounding up anti-war demonstrators and holding them in concentration camps in western states. Unfortunately, I think young people in their 20's don't know much about the Huston plan. Doing a web search I could not find nearly enough on it on the web. Though it was investigated more during the Church hearings in 1976. I mean to try to rectify this by adding an entry at Wickipedia.
see also : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page which is an amazing phenomenon.

Bill of Rights R.I.P. --- 1787-2005

Bush Implores Congress To Make Patriot Act Permanent

While addressing 150 officers at the Ohio State Highway Patrol Academy in Columbus, President Bush challenged Congress to renew the Patriot Act long before 16 of its provisions expire.

"The president claims that the Patriot Act 'closed dangerous gaps in America's law enforcement and intelligence capabilities. Congress needs to renew them all and, this time, Congress needs to make the provisions permanent,' Bush said. "
-----http://www.wiredreport.com/showarticles.php?id=2966
June 9th, 2005.

There is a story, often told, that upon exiting the Constitutional Convention Benjamin Franklin was approached by a group of citizens asking what sort of government the delegates had created. His answer was: "A republic, if you can keep it." 1787.

Dream within a Dream

About 5 weeks ago I had a Dream within a Dream, which was sort of a first for me. The main dream started out with me for some reason camping out in a pup tent on the front yard of a white frame house in Eastern Colorado. It was on a bluff looking over extensive plains to the east. The house had a porch in front, with stairs on either side of the porch. My brother was also enscounced in a tent too, on the front yard.

For some crazy reason my tent was right next to the crushed gravel, near the road in front of this place. So as the dream evolved I was lying in a sleeping bag on a pad in this tent, and eventually I go to sleep within the dream. Then while asleep within this dream , I went into a dream in which at first I hear winds blowing. I dreamed I got up out of my bag, and look to the southeast, and for some reason the sky in that direction is a sepia brownish-yellow, and I clearly see a tornado, but it looks like it is way out on the horizon, but for some reason like I think it must be coming from Georgia. Very odd.

Though it looked to be hundreds of miles away, the wind was picking up all around , and I think to go alert my brother, and also it turns out two cousins of mine are also camping out on this front yard also.
Was not able to find his tent though, and since it seems the tornado is at least 80 miles away, I decide to go crawl back into my sleeping bag. I go to sleep,and then wake up feeling very cold. I look around and discover my tent, and bag covered with a light layer of snow. Then I got up again to go see if my brother is okay. A fuzzy part of the dream, as I think there was some conversation on the steps with him and my cousins. I then go back, dust off some snow, and get back into my bag. The next thing I know I am waking up in my bed feeling cold. It turns out the air-conditioning is on, but it also got down to 47 during the night, so it is extra cold in my bedroom.

So in this dream there was a going to sleep and having a dream while in a sleeping bag on a front yard in Eastern Colorado. The tornado being part of a dream within a dream. One could say twice removed from this waking world. And I believe the first time I can remember having a dream within a dream. Quite amazing for me.

By the way 2 days after this dream, there was a tornado watch, and several sightings along a line about 80 miles north of where I am in Texas. Strange. And I don't know what to make of this dream except the sepia colored dream seemed very real during its duration.

Peaks and Lamas

Peaks and Lamas

Peaks and Lamas by Marco Pallis is a favorite of mine and one of the few books that really changed the direction of my life. I came across a hard cover version of it I believe in 1979 at the Harwood Foundation Library in Taos, NM, back when I was living at Lama Foundation.

I found it to be an awesome book, mind blowing, mind enlarging, a doorway to a different world. Obstensibly it starts out as a story of a group of Englishmen doing mountain climbing in the Indian and Sikkim Himalayas of the 1930s. Soon, aided by Marco Pallis's unique prose you find yourself climbing spiritual mountains also. The world of Tibetan Buddhism in the Himalyas of the 1930s. A world of which perhaps only pockets survive now in Ladakh, Zanskar and Bhutan. I still feel like I got to know the Abbot Hermit Lama of Lachen, and took part in an attempt to climb Mt. Kanchenjunga, the third highest peak in the world.
I first read this work 26 years ago and it still resonates within for me.
I note that a new paperback version of it is now available at Amazon.com. You can get it for as low as $12.60. Amazing.
Here is a quote of the editorial review at Amazon.com:

"After obtaining a copy of this out-of-print and rather elusive title, award-winning writer Wendell Berry highly recommended the reading of Marco Pallis's Peaks and Lamas. He praised the writing on travel and mountaineering, but he was especially drawn to the writing about Buddhism, and the chapters on Tibetan Art. Both Gary Snyder and Robert Aitlen joined in offering encouragement on this book. This remarkable text, unavailable for at least thirty years, is now aptly back in print. Peaks and Lamas is a one-of-a-kind classic book on mountaineering, Buddhism, and Tibet, offering rare beauty and depth for a whole new generation of readers."

This is a really great book to curl up with in the winter. A good introduction to Tibetan Buddhism, and also a thought provoker, if you are interested in the meaning of Life, or trying to discern the meaning of one's life. Also if you ever read The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen, you'll love Peaks and Lamas. My highest recommendation.

Slacker, or not getting with the Program.

There’s a story about one time when Jerry Brown was Governor of California in the 70’s and the eco-poet Gary Snyder was working in his administration. One day Brown, exasperated, said "Gary, why is it that, whatever the issue, you are always going against the flow."

To which Gary replied: "Jerry what you call ‘the flow’ is just a 16,000 year eddy, I'm going with the actual Flow!"

Standing on the Time Coast, one begins to apprehend the actual Flow, that Snyder is talking about. cf: The Real Work- by Gary Snyder.

Blazing Splendor:The Memoirs of the Dzogchen Yogi Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche

Was surfing for something else and came across this on the Rangjung Publications web site; It looks like one of their forthcoming titles for Sept. 2005 will be a biography of Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche. I look forward to it.
Here are some extensive excerpts that describe this forthcoming title:

"Tulku Urgyen was widely recognized as one of the most outstanding Tibetan lamas to survive the tragedy of the Chinese takeover. To quote Tarthang Tulku, Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche's depth of understanding was unsurpassed and many Tibetan masters stood in awe of his comprehensive knowledge. He had thoroughly studied and practiced the highest teachings and his exposition on Dzogchen transformed the lives of those he touched with gentle, penetrating clarity. As a meditation teacher and a vajra master, he was without peer; he used his knowledge to touch the heart of everyone he met.

The world Tulku Urgyen knew was one in which today's conventional values were turned upside-down: instead of fame, fortune or celebrity being the marks of success, it was inner realization that counted, and the mark of a life fulfilled was leaving a spiritual legacy for others. Tulku Urgyen was uniquely positioned to know-and share with us-people who lived within this landscape of sacred values. Yet his message is not that realization is reserved for an elect few, but something that each and every one of us can attain.

Central to Blazing Splendor is the teachings known as terma- a sacred teaching from a mystical source dating back a millennium which enriches the life and spirit of anyone who connects to it. Tulku Urgyen's stories cast a special light on these treasures which he carried in his heart and mind over the Himalayas during his escape from Tibet and which he eventually came to transmit to thousands of people from every walk of life throughout the world.

The unique lifestyle and culture of old Tibet was inexorably changed by the Communist take over in 1959 and with each passing year, the great masters who were trained under the classical spiritual system have been passing away. In an effort to keep the spirit of this tradition alive, we felt compelled to present this first-person account by one of the last of this dying breed.
Blazing Splendor is a tale of remarkable human achievement so different from the mundane contemporary world we live in-a glimpse that can inspire and awaken a nobility of heart. Candid and entertaining, each story is a spiritual gem yielding the profound wisdom that Tulku Urgyen embodied. With natural humility, Tulku Urgyen does not draw attention to himself or his own stature, but lets one see the world-and a fascinating pantheon of characters-just as he does: with blunt, often wry, candor. Travelling through the landscape of a society whose greatest wealth was not material but spiritual, Tulku Urgyen's life story instills a renewed confidence and enthusiasm for the inner life in those who feel imprisoned in a barren, spiritually vacuous society."

http://www.rangjung.com/blazingsplendor/index.htm

Even dwarves started small

Bushism of the Day
By Jacob Weisberg Posted Wednesday, May 25, 2005, at 10:04 AM PT

"See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda."—George W. Bush, Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005 .
http://slate.msn.com/id/2119542/

"The most brilliant propagandist technique will yield no success unless one fundamental principle is borne in mind constantly... it must confine itself to a few points and repeat them over and over.”— Joseph Goebbels, Nazi Propaganda Minister -1938.

A Quote from Clinton's Autobiography

Was reading My Life last August and came across this passage.
"Psychologically, we're all a complex mixture of hopes and fears. Each day we wake up with the scales tipping a bit one way or the other. If they go too far towards hopefulness, we can become naive and unrealistic. If the scales tilt too far the other way, we can get consumed by paranoia and hatred. In the South, the dark side of the scales has always been the bigger problem." pg. 84 -- - My Life by Bill Clinton . He wrote this in the context of explaining racism in Arkansas in 1966. I stopped and pondered for a while on this . I found it interesting, and generally the first part of the book, Clinton growing up in Arkansas is just fascinating.
I found it to be a relatively easy read, though there are parts one can skim.

Potala Palace- Lhasa, Tibet.
I took this photo in Oct. 1993 while standing on the roof of the Jokhang temple . One of those awesome moments in one's life that leaves you speechless.Too bad much of Lhasa's buildings have been demolished and replaced by ugly Chinese buildings. For more info about the current status of Tibet check out: http://tibet.com/ To learn about Kalachakra teachings and the concept of the "Wheel of Time", a good site is: http://kalachakranet.org/kalachakra_tantra_introduction.html.

Moltar ROCKS--- yeah have to admit I'm a fan.Space Ghost Coast to Coast Vol.3 is now available-- best price over at
:http://www.deepdiscountdvd.com/dvd.cfm?itemID=WBD006962

Found Interesting articles on Delay over at...

the American Prospect Online.
Here is a excerpt from one of them by Michael Tomasky:

"Well, they’re the gummint now, and they have to be taken seriously. And in the obvious ways, of course, they are. But there’s one important way in which, oddly, they’re still not taken seriously enough: There remains an unwillingness to recognize just how reactionary their agenda is, and to call it what it is. It’s a strange thing, because it’s hardly as if those on the right have kept their agenda a secret. They’ve demonstrated many times that they have no patience for civic debate, and seek only to smash the opposition. They want virtually no government protection or regulation for regular people; they’ve passed virtually no major legislation that serves the public interest, and only legislation that serves corporate and far-right religious interests. In their desire to reintroduce the teaching of creationism in the schools, they want to go back to the 1920s; in their desire to merge state and church, their ideal America looks more like the 1720s. "

Three good articles: check them out at:
http://www.prospect.org/web/page.ww?section=root&name=ViewPrint&articleId=9537. The home page is:
http://www.prospect.org/web/index.ww. Current issue lists:
Tom Delay: Corrupt. Fanatical. Un-American. In Trouble.

Preferred Citation: Michael Tomasky, "Texas-Sized Problem", The American Prospect Online, Apr 19, 2005.

Another photo taken in Kolin;my nephew added a little something using photoshop. Hey- - there are several houses on that street like this 

Gerontion - by T.S. Eliot

One of my favorite poems, from way back when I was a English Major at U.T. was , and still is Gerontion, by T.S. Eliot. I wrote a paper on it back then. It is still full of meaning for me. The hot gates it refers to is generally thought to mean an allusion to Thermapolye (480BC ), where the Spartans made a stand against the entire Persian Army.
Written right after World War I (1920), the poem seems quite apt, even for todays situation. "We would have a sign", cf. some groups even longing for the rapture, Mary appearing in a stain under a overpass,etc.
I found it online over at: http://www.bartleby.com/199/13.html
But since it my blog, I would lke to post it here also. So here it is:


Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of both.


Here I am, an old man in a dry month,
Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
I was neither at the hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain
Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving a cutlass,
Bitten by flies, fought.
My house is a decayed house,
And the jew squats on the window sill, the owner,
Spawned in some estaminet of Antwerp,
Blistered in Brussels, patched and peeled in London.
The goat coughs at night in the field overhead;
Rocks, moss, stonecrop, iron, merds.
The woman keeps the kitchen, makes tea,
Sneezes at evening, poking the peevish gutter.


I an old man,
A dull head among windy spaces.

Signs are taken for wonders. "We would see a sign":
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
Swaddled with darkness. In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger
In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering Judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand on the door.
Vacant shuttles Weave the wind. I have no ghosts,
An old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What's not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.

The tiger springs in the new year.Us he devours.Think at last
We have not reached conclusion, when I
Stiffen in a rented house. Think at last
I have not made this show purposelessly
And it is not by any concitation
Of the backward devils.I would meet you upon this honestly.
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be adulterated?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer contact?

These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces, multiply variety
In a wilderness of mirrors. What will the spider do,
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims,
And an old man driven by the Trades
To a sleepy corner.

Tenants of the house,
Thoughts of a dry brain in a dry season.

An interesting photo of Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche -likely taken in the 1980s---"To understand how prayer works consider the sun, which shines everywhere without hesitation or hindrance. If we live on the earth's surface but keep our eyes closed, its not the suns's fault that we don't see the light." -- Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche

Chorten in Gyantse, Tibet. Photo taken in Oct. 1993. It has 108 shrine rooms. Hard to believe it was 12 years ago. 

Soundtracks in our Lives

I think everyone in these times- - has had some album come along, at a certain time in their lives, and serve as a support, or an illuminating lens, which gets you through your days, or touchs your spirit in a certain way.
I know when I was In Saudi Arabia in the fall of 1992 Achtung Baby by U2. Total soundtrack.
We had this car with a cassette player, and a cheapo U.A.E. pirated tape--- must have listened to it til it wore out.

Anyway, while over in Kolin in the Czech Republic, my collegues Nicole and Joey, among other things turned me on to Riot on an Empty street, an album by Kings of Convenience, a Norweigian group that sounds like a jazzy Simon and Garfunkle. A good album for sensitive people going thru transitions in their lives. Well, yeah!
By the way a special thanks to Nic and Joey for putting up with my noseful of nonsense. Trippy dude indeed,
I think we all tried to support each other in dealing with a highly unusual situation, and the winter we found ourselves going thru.

At any rate I came to appreciate all the songs and moods on that album. The last song in particular would remind me of my love of trains--- yeah I have loved trains since I was 3, and the sound of hearing the various trains come thru Kolin while sitting in that room with a view on Joey's PC, listening to The Build Up at the same time.

Sometimes knowing when to get on ....
being as imporant as knowing when to get off - - -

Well, okay here are the lyrics for the song:
The Build Up

The build-up lasted for days
Lasted for weeks
Lasted too long
Our hero withdrew
When there was two
He could not choose one
So there was none

Worn into the vaguely announced
Worn into the vaguely announced

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

The spinning top made a sound like a train across the valley
Fading, oh so quiet, but constant 'til it passed
Over the ridge into the distances, written on your ticket
To remind you where to stop
And when to get off

When to get off
When to get off
When to get off.....

Further thoughts on the Gilhooley Response

This posting needs a bit of a preface.This is essentially my response to brother Tom's postulation of the Gilhooley Response. I raised the issue to another key, by bringing in Buddhist Philosophy. At the time , Tom felt I had overeached a bit much. After all we are talking about Thomas Aloysius 'Boats' Gilhooley here! (BTW this was an excellent role for Lee Marvin). Applying elevated philosophy to pop cinenma is not an unknown trend however----
As a further digression see also:Cinema Nirvana; Enlightenment Lessons from the Movies By: Dean Sluyter
and another recent book: The Dharma of Star Wars by Matthew Bortolin.

So therefore without much more pontificating, I add this e-mail response to this blog.May it illuminate, even if it does take us along certain byzantine corridors of thought: (from Sept 1999 actually)

Dear Tom,
Yes, I believe you have struck upon something. From a Buddhist perspective Gilhooleys response is that of yes, everyone caught up in cyclic existence.Though I would argue that Gihooley himself, is hardly the best representative of mankind as a whole. But yes he is very representaive of someone caught up in the throes of samasara, diagrammed in the Buddhist wheel of life. I have included a link to the teaching on dependent arising and then also stuck some of it in this e-mail.

Thus: With respect to the Buddhist view, dependent-arising is the general philosophy of all Buddhist systems even though there are many different interpretations of it. In Sanskrit the word for dependent- arising is pratityasamutpada The word pratitya has three different meanings--meeting, relying, and depending--but all three, in terms of their basic import, mean dependence. Samutpada means arising. Hence, the meaning of pratityasamutpada is that which arises in dependence upon conditions, in reliance upon conditions, through the force of conditions. On a subtle level, it is explained as the main reason why phenomena are empty of inherent existence.

When Buddha set forth the twelve links of dependent- arising, he spoke from a vast perspective and with great import. He taught the twelve links in detail in the Rice Seedling Sutra. As in other discourses, the context is one of questions with the Buddha's answers. In this Sutra, Buddha speaks of dependent-arising in three ways:

Due to the existence of this, that arises.
Due to the production of this, that is produced.
It is thus: due to ignorance there is compositional action; due to compositional action there is consciousness; due to consciousness there are name and form;due to name and form there are the six sense spheres; due to the six sense spheres there is contact; due to contact there is feeling; due to feeling there is attachment; due to attachment there is grasping; due to grasping there is the potentialized level of karma called "existence"; due to "existence" there is birth;and due to birth there are aging and death.

When in the first rendition Buddha says, "Due to the existence of this, that arises," he indicates that the phenomena of cyclic existence arise not through the force of supervision by a permanent deity but due to specific conditions. Merely due to the presence of certain causes and conditions, specific effects arise.{The Karma of Gilhooley}
To repeat: the twelve links of dependent- arising are laid out in terms of a process of affliction and in terms of a process of purification, and each of these is presented in forward and reverse orders. Thus, in the forward process, it is explained that:
Due to the condition of ignorance, action arises; due to the condition of action, consciousness arises; due to the condition of consciousness, name and form arise; due to the condition of name and form, the six sense spheres arise; due to the condition of the six sense spheres, contact arises; due to the condition of contact, feeling arises; due to the condition of feeling, attachment arises; due to the condition of attachment, grasping arises; due to the condition of grasping, the potentialized level of karma called "existence" arises; due to the condition of "existence", birth arises; due to the condition of birth, aging and death arise.

Jean Cocteau in 1934 wrote a play called La Machine Infernal, and one could say that Gihooley is caught up with the machine, has even embraced it, and doesn't seem to learn much from his involvement with it. From the Buddhist point of view samsara is beginningless; cyclic existence just goes on and on, though there is the possibility of liberation from this. Ones free will can always make a choice just at the point after attachment, that is one can choose not to grasp. Kind of amazed that AMC would show this so much. They have kind of lowered their standards; they'll throw anything on. I wonder if Turner Movie Classics has dibs on a lot of Classics that you don't see on AMC anymore. Saw an A& E Biography on John Ford. Within Hollywood he was known for his strong right wing views. So you see certain characters always get their comeupance in many Ford films. Ms. Denham, or Mrs. Mclintock in Mclintock.
However, on a interesting note during the McCarthy era around 1951, John Wayne and Ronald Reagan put some pressure on John Ford to pile on a certain Hollywood figure who was under scrutiny, essentially besmirch him further. Well Ford wouldn't do it. The person was a friend, and Ford had some intergrity. He wouldn't go along with what Reagan and Wayne were doing at that time. On a side note ; in a way Reagan is more sinister than Nixon. Reagan did evil things but always came off smiling and aw shucks, . With Nixon there were times, Caracas, 1962 Calif. Election aftermath, pushing Ron Zieglar, press conference in Aug. and Nov. of 1973, in which you could see the evil come thru. Nixon was a disturbed individual. That the populace would buy his swill is a sad commentary on our times. But back to Gilhouly. I would also point out there is also the measured response of the stock character actor who plays the French Gendarme, you know with the Foreign legion kepi and flap. During that scene, I believe he calmly walks thru the fight, goes behind the bar and fixes himself a beer. He radiates a certain coolness throughout the movie. Then there is the response of the pastor , who has his own encounter with God while nailing on the roof of the church. So I think you could say Ford does have very good insights into the human condition. Gihooley is a sort of Everyman. But not every mans response would be the same as Gihooley. Even with the human realm you have to admit he does represent a low order of the species. Here is the link for further edification: http://www.infinite.org/bodhiline/deparis2.html. You have my thoughts.

Cathedral in Kolin, Czech Republic as seen from the former monastic park, Feb. 2005 

Scarlet and Gold

Lately the lyrics to Scarlet and Gold have been appealing to me.
Therefore simply for that reason, and because the lyrics to this other, central song off the Bull of the Woods album appears hardly anywhere on the web{believe me, I have done some google searchs} , so henceforth for the further advancement of knowledge, and so that anyone searching for the lyrics might stumble across this site, I will post these lyrics here also:
Again I did the best I could. Some words are sung with such a drawl, that they are indeed a challenge. If some Vatorhead wants to correct me I will be glad to correct them at a future time Thus:

Scarlet and Gold

He’s a king, he’s a poor boy,
a tower in a stream,
see him standing there so all alone
well I guess he'll keep standing there,
until he's called for
and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

its his fate through old
another story told
He found no trust to call his own

His way was lost
his spirit was the cost,
he couldn't make up for the loan

But many brave men are returning,
back to the place where it began
and all our tires are still burning,
when the devils faults lay parching in the sands
and the nightman is waiting at the station,
gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation,
before all these things are done

upon high the blues
his life was filled with pain
when he heard the news
he lost a line in vain
someone went for word
his house went up in flames
they didn't need the smoke
to show the cops the blame

all your secrets
they've all been told
playing in your Scarlet and your Gold

He’s a king, he’s a poor boy,
a tower in a stream,
see him standing out there so all alone
well I guess he’ll keep standing there,
until he's called for
and tomorrows hurricanes have blown

But many brave men are returning
back to the place where it began
and our tires are still burning
when the devils faults lay parching in the sands
and the nightman is waiting at the station,
gathered on the steps one by one
I suggest, that you make a reservation
before all these things are done

Adams family street in Kolin, the Czech Republic.