Eleanor Rigby One of The Lonely People

I’ll be honest I never understood the appeal of The Beatles and most likely never will. More than likely its just a Generational Difference I would imagine.

Now DO NOT GET ME WRONG though I do not understand nor like The Beatles DOES NOT NIGATE the fact that to Their credit The Beatles were Extremely Talented Musicians who’s Music made them Rich and Internationally Famous. Not only that but Their Music and Musical Accomplishments still hold significant relevance to this very Day.

There is in fact ONLY ONE SINGULAR Beatles song that I do like (well sort of, I’ll explain that later in the post) and that would be Their song “Eleanor Rigby”, and as for the rest of Their Catalog I couldn’t possibly care less.

   

The funny thing is way, way back in the Day I took an intensive 8 week English Literature Class when I was Temporarily a Collage Student. On the first day of the Class the Professor handed out the Lyrics for The Beatles’s song “Eleanor Rigby”, asked Us to simply Read it, and then write Our Thoughts/Impressions Down.

I found it a rather interesting Exorcise. YES this an exact Recreation of that exact Exorcise. And NO it’s not Identical since I lost the Original Paper long, long ago.

Several Months after the Class ended I was fucking around checking out Bands I’d never heard of in an attempt to find the last real Musicians (that is if They even still exist).

   

I noticed one of the New Bands on My Musical Radar had Recorded a Cover of “Eleanor Rigby” so I figured I’d listen to it since I had never ACTUALLY heard the Song. I hit play, listened to the entire song, and rather liked it.

Weeks or possibly Months after listening to the Cover thought it would make sense to listen to The ORIGINAL Beatles Version of “Eleanor Rigby” which I promptly did. After I listen to the entire song thought it was quite amusing that while I disliked the Original I enjoyed the Cover of It.

   

I have found out through the Years that there a PLENTY of additional songs that I despise , BUT for some unknown reason (at least to Me) I really get a kick out of Certain COVERS of said song. It’s sort of a Thing I’ve come to understand since meeting and talking to People who have the same similar affinity for the Covers over the Original songs.  Anyways I digress.

“Eleanor Rigby”  By The Beatles

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely peopleEleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
     
Eleanor picking up the Rice after a Wedding is symbolic of Her chronic Loneliness. Weddings are one of if Not the most Happiest Events of a Person’s Life (Possibly only second to the Birth of a Child. At least that’s what the fuck People with Kids Claim as Those without Kids may feel completely different about it.), Yet Eleanor isn’t a Wedding Guest or Member of The Wedding Party. Eleanor seems to pick up the Rice while Day Dreaming about what it must be like to be that Loved.
The Listener then learns that Eleanor is so lonely that she literally waits chronically looking out the Window for any Visitor at all as Eleanor doesn’t have Friends, Family or even Acquaintances who would stop by say Hello and see how She is.
The “Face in a Jar” is a rather dated social reference as its a play on the saying “I have to put My face on…” which is a rather Old School phrase that Women used to express/indicate She isn’t wearing Makeup thus She is Unprepared for Company.
Lastly Eleanor’s loneliness is confirmed with the question “Who is it For?” as though Eleanor remains poised and ready for Company there isn’t Anyone coming to pay Her a visit.
All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Here the Song Writer is making an inquiry through question. Either They are curious as too Who are all these so called “Lonely People” They have/are Observing. It also could be more of a depressing lament questioning more over as to Why are there “Lonely People” period.

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

Father McKenzi apparently a lone Priest in a Parish without Petitioners, and what is a Church without a congregation? And if the Church remains vacant why would Father McKenzi bother putting in the Time and Effort  writing an entire presumably Sunday Sermon if there’s No One to Hear it as apparently “No One Comes Near”?

It’s the same reason Father McKenzi would take the time to sew the holes in his socks when he is the only Person in the Church. He’s lonely and needs to fill his day with things outside of  the Human Contact he is lacking to keep sane, and to keep from falling into a crippling depression. The Sermon(s) and Socks are both ways Father McKenzi combats the overwhelming Alienation he faces on a Daily basis.

   

This is the significant difference between Father McKenzi and Eleanor Rigby. Father McKenzi finds some solace in his daily activities be it in writing Sermons or performing routine mundane tasks at least he is being some what pro active to dealing with His loneliness. Meanwhile Eleanor opts to sit solely focusing on if Someone will or won’t being stopping by to see Her.

(I have removed The Chorus Here as I have NOTHING Else to Say that I haven’t already pertaining to “All the lonely people…”)

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

     

Eleanor dies with nothing to show for her life, but her name. And just as in Life No One Comes to visit Eleanor in Death as not a single Person attended her funeral. Eleanor literally died alone.

Father McKenzi not only presided over Eleanor’s funeral, but the fact he is wiping dirt from his hands as he’s walking away from Eleanor’s grave implies Father McKenzi also Dug the Grave himself. So in the End Eleanor didn’t even have a Grave Digger to give a shit about Her or Her passing.

The irony is that Eleanor Rigby and Father McKezi lived in the same area and yet never met. That to Me is the most  tragic of all. If the Two Sad Souls had had the chance to meet they would have been the Cure for each Others Loneliness, and Improved the Quality of both Their Lives.

   

I believe that is what the song Writer is ultimately trying to convey in Eleanor who spent her Life craving Human Contact dies alone, and in the end is buried by the equally Lonely Father McKenzi.

(I cut the song Off before the Last Chorus as I stated earlier  I  NOTHING NEW to Write about it.)

Thanks for Reading,

  By Les Sober

Micheal Jackson’s Catchy Pop Song About a Violent Murder

I fully believe that a Life without Music isn’t a Life worth Living. Now Growing up when I did You could walk 5 feet without hearing or seeing something relating to Micheal Jackson.
Now I have nothing against Micheal Jackson in the least I just want to be clear so there is no confusion. I don’t want some Dullard thinking  I’m shit talking Jackson’s Music in Anyway Way Whatsoever.
I have just made several Personal OBSERVATIONS pertaining to Jackson’s Smooth Criminal , and its rather Grim Lyrics.
I like who knows how many Million other People Globally am a fan of Jackson’s Smooth Criminal, BUT it also has ALWAYS intrigued Me. Over the Years every time I heard Micheal Jackson’s Smooth Criminal it just INCREASED My Interest that much more. On the surface it was a catchy tune, YET the Lyrics seemed to convey a MUCH DARKER MESSAGE.
 
What I can’t get My head around is Micheal Jackson was one of the Greatest POP STARS in History, and his Song Smooth Criminal was a commercial success. I mean it’s still being Played on the Radio to this very Day, BUT the Lyrics are Very Disturbing indeed.
Now I’m pretty assured that if I asked ANY Person on the Street that They would know the Song or at least familiar with it . I am also pretty fucking assured that if I asked the SAME PEOPLE what the Song is Actually About No One would be able to come up with an answer.
That brings Us to Today when I decided to Officially Go On Record, and grabbed a copy of the Lyrics for Smooth Criminal off Google.
I cut and pasted the Lyrics here and will Simply address My rather Dark (or Morbid might be a better word) Observations periodically as We go.
   
SMOOTH CRIMINAL by Micheal Jackson:
“As He Came Into The Window
It Was The Sound Of A
Crescendo
He Came Into Her Apartment
He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet
She Ran Underneath The Table
He Could See She Was Unable
So She Ran Into The Bedroom
She Was Struck Down, It Was
Her Doom”
Alright well thats just the BEGINNING of the Song. Here the Listener can deduce that a STRANGE MAN smashed a window loudly and Enters  Annie’s Apartment. I think it’s safe to assume this is a Breaking and Entering, and Not one of Annie’s FaceBook Friends popping by to say Hi.
It doesn’t end there it only gets more Gruesome for Poor Annie. Next The Intruder leaves BLOOD STAINS on Annie’s Carpet. Where the fuck is the BLOOD from? Was the Intruder already covered in Blood? Is it a reference to Annie’s Blood? Did the Intruder cut Himself breaking the Window?
   
Then We find out a panicked Annie hides under a table at which point the Intruder realizes theres NOTHNG ANNIE can do, She poses NO Threat to Him. Finally Annie bolts for the Bedroom in Sheer Terror, BUT apparently The Intruder followed Annie, STRUCK HER (aka Hit), and “It Was Her DOOM” so obviously The Intruder MURDERED ANNIE or FATALLY WOUNDED HER and She’s laying on the Floor Dying.
   

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok, Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok, Are You Ok, Annie”

This incessant questioning repeated over and over is reminiscent of a HYSTERICAL PERSON stumbling upon this Horror Show, and finding Annie’s Body Unconscious on the floor, Bloody Dying or Dead. You can imagine someone bent over Annie’s Body frantically asking Her if She is Ok though its quite apparent that she is fucking far from OK.

   

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You’re
Ok)
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On
The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)”

This is a bit repetitive BUT IT CONFIRMS the Above in that A Intruder smashed a Window to Annie’s Apartment, Enter, Chased Her, Hit Her, and Killed Her. THIS TIME the deal is sealed as they say When the last 2 lines are DIRECTLY Referring To ANNIE SPECIFICALLY  “YOU were struck down” and “It was YOUR doom”

   

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
You’ve Been Hit By
You’ve Been Hit By
A Smooth Criminal”

Again We have the Frantic Questioning of Annie, but this time with the ADDED “You’ve been hit by” and “A Smooth Criminal” What The Fuck?! Smooth Criminal?! More like Violent Murderer/Serial Killer/Serial Rapist and Murderer/Stalker.

        

“So They Came Into The
Outway
It Was Sunday-What A Black
Day
Mouth To Mouth Resus
Citation
Sounding Heartbeats
Intimidations”

This is a tab confusing. The aforementioned Intruder goes from a “He” to a Them OR is They being used in an Official Capacity like when a Cop is recounting the Events of a Crime for example “They broke in….They Stole….They set fire to the House.” which is due to the fact the Cops don’t know if the Attacker was Male, Female or Possible More than One Person.

   

Anyway Annie’s evening gets worse as We see someone I assume a Paramedic is administering Mouth to Mouth Resuscitation confirming Annie is at least for the moment in fact DEAD. “Sounding Heartbeats” could be part of CPR or the Anxiousness of Those involved in the Crime/Crime Scene again NOT to sure. As for Intimidations well Saving a Victim of a Violent Crime’s Life because perhaps the Paramedic can bring Annie back after all, But NOT LIKELY.

“Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie
Annie Are You Ok
So, Annie Are You Ok
Are You Ok Annie”

   

More PLEADING, HOPEING, and BEGGING That the Horror is NOT REAL.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(Will You Tell Us That You’re
Ok)
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
(He Left The Bloodstains On The Carpet)
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom)”

Here AGAIN the Details of the Crime are recounted.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
(So, Annie Are You Ok)
(Are You Ok Annie)
(You’ve Been Hit By)
(You’ve Been Struck By-
A Smooth Criminal)”

This time the Last 2 Lines combine Annie being HIT and being STRUCK (say with a Blunt Weapon)

“Okay, I Want Everybody To
Clear The Area Right Now!”

Now for some reason, Myself included never noticed this KEY AND PERTINENT Piece of Information. Its at this point in the Song the Listener can hear a split second sound bite of a Police Car Siren followed by the Lyric being SPOKEN (not sung), and Its sounds like the Person Presumably a Cop is talking on a Police Car’s PA or possibly a Bullhorn. POINT IS THE POLICE ARE THERE CLEARING THE AREA (AKA CRIME SCENE).

   

“Aaow!
(Annie Are You Ok)
I Don’t Know!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You’re Ok)
I Don’t Know!
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
I Don’t Know!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
I Don’t Know!
(He Came Into Your
Apartment)
I Don’t Know!
(Left Bloodstains On The
Carpet)
I Don’t Know Why Baby!
(Then You Ran Into The
Bedroom)
I Don’t Know!
(You Were Struck Down)
(It Was Your Doom-Annie! )”

Here again is the accounting of the CRIME spliced with the NEW LINE “I Don’t Know” as if being asked What Happened by The Police. Also the Exclamation Points indicate the person talking is EXTREMELY EMOTIONAL.

“(Annie Are You Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(Will You Tell Us, That
You’re Ok)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(There’s A Sign In The
Window)
Dad Gone It-Baby!
(That He Struck You-A
Crescendo Annie)
Hoo! Hoo!

   

Once again Here I’m a bit befuddled. Now the line “Dad Gone It-Baby” has been added in. All I can make of this bizarrely cartoonish statement pertaining to a Violent HOMICIDE is Micheal Jackson’s Manager/Reps didn’t want him saying “Goddamnit” which would make far more sense considering the situation, and emotional state of the Singer. This was before POP STARS were allowed to Publicly Curse.

Well there You have it. Now just sit back, Relax, and let the Insanity of it All Shit Sink In.

Thanks for Reading,

 By Les Sober

I am not the Wizard of Oz

Dear friends, dear readers, dear non-readers, dear heretics, dear plagued, dear vindicated……

I would like to tell you all something right now that I need to get out into the open. I am not the Wizard of Oz. I cannot be everything, especially not your everything. I am not Mary J Blige.

This is not Emerald City, although there are plenty of poppy plants hidden away in wax paper bags only a few miles away. This is not the yellow brick road, although I have been known to occasionally pee in the snow. I like free form art.

   

I am not the Cowardly Lion. I may be scared of too many things that are not scary at all and too comfortable with things that most people would be petrified by.

I am not the Tin Man, although if I had it my way, my heart would only be something I carried out of the house maybe once or twice a month so I could give to the little children out in front of a store. Although I’d probably be more likely to give my dollar to a homeless man having the DTs in front of a liquor store. I have been there myself.

I am most certainly not the Scarecrow. I do have a brain, yes. I tried to be the scarecrow for too many years. Society wants us to dumb ourselves down. I trained people at many different jobs and frankly it was cater to the dumbest person and just pray they got fired.

   

“You are the Weakest Link. Goodbye!!!!!”

I get in trouble when I say those kind of things to people. The last person I told to have a nice life, well I ended up next to him a psych ward. These are not the brightest things to say. Try saying a bunch of stupid things to your friends, to strangers, to lovers. You will get bit in the ass. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but you better hope soon. The longer it takes the harsher the penance.

Maybe it’s my recovering Catholicismic self. Or maybe that’s just life.

So with that being said maybe I am the wizard of oz. I mean I do like the color green. I do like smoke, and I do like mirrors. I’m not particularly fond of curtains though, except maybe shower curtains. My neighbor is outside frequently and I am not in fighting shape right now. But the fight never ends. Thankfully, my fight will never end.

   

I am not your answer. I may be your solution. But answer not. I can conjure anything that I so desire, but that comes with visualization. If we can see it and believe it, well it will come.

you’ll be given love
you’ll be taken care of
you’ll be given love
you have to trust it

maybe not from the sources
you have poured yours
maybe not from the directions
you are staring at

The words of Bjork. Maybe you agree, maybe you don’t. I do. It doesn’t matter what you love. As long as you love something about yourself, you can love something about another. I know some people can find that statement bullshitty, but it’s a bullshitty fact. If you don’t at least love something about yourself, deeper then the color of your eyes or the size of your breasts or the way you look in the mirror you will find a way to survive and the want to survive.

But still just remember I am not the Wizard of Oz. I am not your answer. This all could be the solution or this all could just be a dream

Decide for yourself.

   

   By SpaceDog

Flags, Days, and Ideas

So I do not have any idea how I came across this little tidbit I thought I would share. I find most things on the internet in a very random fashion. I think I was looking up British things, or British slang, or British boys, or text messaging abbreviations or what not.

Well actually it probably was something more like looked at a porn. The guys name was chris. Looked up christmas next. Singing christmas carols to myself. What holiday is today? That timeline is a bit too structure though. Probably was more like hearing lyrics in a song which brought up a random emotion I had to look into.

Law Day????

So yes Happy Law Day! Oh and loyalty day as well. Both holidays which were put into place by President Eisenhower. While the rest of the world has festivities to celebrate International Labour Day, we have Law Day.

Apparantly our president thought that these holidays were communist in nature. The exact reasoning behind this I have no idea, however this is from the party that brought us Freedom Fries, global hatred, and the great depression. So why not try to make us different from the rest of the world??

I mean if we want to get really conservative about things maybe then we shouldn’t really be allies with England. I mean you know we did war against them in the 18th century.

Or maybe we should reverse Jim Crow or teach more intolerance to our children under the guise of religion.

Loyalty Day????

As for Loyality Day, I have nothing against this one. If it means pledge of allegiances to the flag 100 times while standing on one’s head by all means do it.

However I think this holiday is rather dumb and repetitive. Shouldn’t we be loyal everyday of the year? I mean it falls along the same lines as Mother’s Day for me. I cherish and love my mother dearly but do I really need a special day set aside for me by Hallmark to buy her a card and some flowers???? I think it just gives stupid people a reason to be an ass 364 days of the year and then suddenly swoop down in their blazes of glory like some great big hero.

Yeah, hero of the douchebags.

Recommendations

So as my recommendations for this day, there are several. First, if you think the rest of the world is wrong and that today is a communist holiday by all means bust out your law books, dress like that annoying guy in the informecials with the flag shirt on, buy some whiskey, get a mullet, and start a random witch hunt.

However if you think the rest of the world is not wrong, formulate your own minor protest along with me. Break a law. Yes! Break a law!

Please do not break a major law. I don’t need to hear on the 6 o’clock news how some moron with an IQ of 80 raped a pig to teach them a lesson about the swine flu or how some dillweed was told to break the law and decided to piss in the middle of a supermarket (but in the Depends section, I mean that the responsible thing to do).

Minor, minor, minor. Roll through a stop sign going 5. Eat one too many grapes at the grocery store (however many that is). Play your music too loud in the car. Or any other law you deem to be completely stupid that will not get you jail time or a fine.

If you lack the capacity to do this it is okay. But if you do something silly and agree with me that the rest of the world is not celebrating a communist holiday, by all means post your mini infraction here.

I plan to play my music too loud and smoke cigarettes in the car in a town where it is considered illegal to smoke in the car!!! Oh no.

By SpaceDog  

“Bite It You Scum” Lyrics

You want me to kiss your ass,

Well bend over here comes my foot,

I don’t need your crying ass shit,

tempers rising have a fit,

BITE IT YOU SCUM (X 4)

You want me to contribute,

all I’ve got is blood for you,

all you want is more and more,

bite it you pig, you whore

BITE IT YOU SCUM (X 4)

One day when the end is near,

I’ll be laughing at your fear,

when there is no one,

who will be fucking up my fun, NO ONE

BITE IT YOU SCUM (X4)

BITE IT, BITE IT, BITE IT YOU SCUM

-By G.G.Allin and The Murder Junkies-