Tuesday Knight
&
John Easdale
From ANDRAS JONES: The day this post comes out my Nightmare family are scattered across the globe signing autographs with fans in Texas and New Jersey and Manchester in the U.K. while I sit here in Olympia posting podcasts. Would that I were with them. Maybe next year. The synchronicity of this song about poverty as the answer to Tuesday’s question about aliens has me pondering other kinds of aliens. I can’t help but think of the alien invaders from Europe who conquered the lands we call Americas whose descendants, in a text book display of cognitive dissonance, now refer to the original people of this land (Mexicans) as “illegal aliens”. Maybe we’re obsessed with aliens because we know that we are the aliens, and we’re scared of aliens because we know the ancestral blood on our own hands. And yet, we are all hungry for the truth of our origins, a truth that many of us can’t handle. Now think of truth as food. Then the question this Pop Oracle divination seems to be asking is, “Are you willing to work for it?” or, in my case, and the case of the protagonist of this song, lose work for it.
Work For Food
Yeah well no one really understands
My shopping cart is filled with cans
And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn
And a poster and some magazines
With my picture, and some magic beans
And a blanket that I got when I was born
Different people do the same things everyday
Their eyes just look the other way
But I keep on rollin’, keep on rollin’…..
I deny a problem with my attitude
Cause I will work for food
Yeah I’ll keep on rollin’, keep on rollin’…..
I wasn’t always paranoid
I sang a song on Uncle Floyd
But the records never sold, and that was bad
And my Mommy still took care of me
Till I was almost thirty-three
Now she’s gone up to heaven, to see Dad
Sheriffs came with pistols on their starry sleeves
Gimme thirty days to leave
better keep on rollin’, keep on rollin’…..
No one wants to pay for me my broken heart
So now I’ve got this shopping cart
And I keep on rollin’, keep on rollin’ on….
On..on,and on,and on,and on,and on…
Yeah well no one really understands
A shopping cart is filled with cans
And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn
And a poster and some magazines
With my picture, and some magic beans
And a blanket that I got when I was born
Different people do the same things everyday
I just look the other way
And I keep on rollin’, I keep on rollin’….
And I keep on rollin’, I keep on rollin’…
On…on,and on and on,and on,and on…
On,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on,and on and on and on…
