(lyrics)(poetry) This song came out when I was in college. And while it’s a catc

(lyrics)(poetry)

This song came out when I was in college. And while it’s a catchy tune by a natural tenor, the reason it held me was the intertemporality of the lyrics. And like many subconscious suggestions it has become part of my metaphysical perceptions of my life – albeit not as a musician.

I loved my wife Allora – more than I thought possible – but you know, she told me she would leave me if I engaged in revolutionary activities. When I was becoming very active against Clinton’s interference in ancient culture of the military, and was writing propaganda for the militias, she came out pretty hard against it. So for about ten years I ‘mellowed’. But I eventually came to see that restraint as strangling the purpose to which I felt I must dedicate my life.

I think that my marriage represents my hiatus. But after the first bout of cancer I felt I was both running out of time, and running out of patience. So like many people who recover from a serious illness and value each and every day as precious, I began working very hard on how to create a rational langauge for politics. And by 2006 I had made my first draft of what will become propertarianism. It was terrible and very long, and like most people, a tale of history without cause. It told me how much I had to learn. THen In 2009 I tried again, and that draft led me to my 2013 draft of only 200 pages. But then I felt I needed to understand even more – particularly truth. And that is when the magic happened and everything came together.

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But there are times that you feel you’re part of the scenery

all the greenery …. is coming down, ….. boy.

And then your wife seems to think you’re part of the furniture……

oh, it’s peculiar,…… she used to be so nice.

You never see what you want to see…

Forever playing to the gallery.

And when you’re up on the stage, it’s so unbelievable,

unforgettable,….. how they adore…… you,

But then your wife seems to think you’re losing your sanity,

Does it feel that you life’s become a catastrophe?

But does it have to be?…… For you to grow, … boy.

So, when the day comes to settle down,

Who’s to blame if you’re not around?