Long ago in a land you know a man named Rudy did his duty fought in a war but his wife was a whore
He had a friend named Jody a rock-n-roll roadie always with HER using Rudy's bed one day Jody shot Rudy in the head
Rudy lay there cold and limp but a demon with great care from HELL rang HIS bell and you could tell Rudy was gone so long Mr. Scribbles is HERE!
And from that day the children would say "go away" "go away" "try to hide" "deep inside" but the story lied
... and SCRIBBLES has arrived ...
Mr. Scribbles comes in the night Mr. Scribbles is ready for a fight
Mr. Scribbles walks real slow Mr. Scribbles knows where you go
Mr. Scribbles with words unsaid mean from the streets eating the dead it's okay he's unseen he'll be visiting on HALLOWEEN
Mr. Scribbles lives near the sea along the shore hard to the core bittersweet memories of every victim's plea
Mr. Scribbles is 10 feet tall he'll give you a call on the phone when you're alone and no one knows the firelight glows long after you are gone the song dies the flame lies you will be late for the charity ball
Mr. Scribbles he's always nearby with a sigh and a curse he grabs your purse he steals your phone and then he's there sitting on your throne
Mr. Scribbles he has a strange laugh it's a gaff a prank you think it's okay but then the sun goes down on your last day
Mr. Scribbles he likes to use knives taken many lives brought them to the dump like a lump buried in the fill and still he cries as the world dies and the flies and the blood and with a thud the hole is damp he puts out the lamp and it's "ADIOS CHAMP"
Mr. Scribbles is tired and sad he wanders the world flag unfurled mind broken just a token of regret you haven't met yet yet yet
Mr. Scribbles is away by dawn all gone forever walk he never talks he sits he stalks and he waits another week another month another year rivers of tears flow by he never dies he never lives he only gives one last kiss and an outline made from chalk
Mr. Scribbles came from HELL ringing that bell that Beelzebub bling "ding, ding, ding" goes the doorbell he smiles real nice he gives great advice he wants to come in he'll punish your sins
Mr. Scribbles is here for pain he's slain more than a few left them in the swamp slowly turning churning to goo a slew of freaks with cheeks red nowhere to tread just missed presumed deceased broke the lease on the house "what a louse" the landlord said
don't look behind don't look ahead don't look for help hear what I said
he's not afraid he has no loss he's the boss of the end he's a friend to the bat and the rat and the spade
Mr. Scribbles drives a nice van Mr. Scribbles eats from a can
Mr. Scribbles feels the URGE Mr. Scribbles is going to splurge
Mr. Scribbles grinds his teeth Mr. Scribbles is hiding beneath
Mr. Scribbles eats all day Mr. Scribbles has the last say
Mr. Scribbles is outside your town Mr. Scribbles wears a long frown
Mr. Scribbles carries a bat Mr. Scribbles will eat your cat
Mr. Scribbles had a nice wife Mr. Scribbles took her life
Mr. Scribbles has one yellow eye Mr. Scribbles flies through the sky
Mr. Scribbles hides in plain sight Mr. Scribbles is stronger at night
Mr. Scribbles befriended your mom Mr. Scribbles is building a bomb
Mr. Scribbles does the bad drugs Mr. Scribbles has human hair rugs
Mr. Scribbles really loves SPAM Mr. Scribbles did 6 tours in NAM
Mr. Scribbles has blue hair Mr. Scribbles likes to stare
Mr. Scribbles collects old trash Mr. Scribbles will turn you to ash
Mr. Scribbles fought a bear Mr. Scribbles truth or dare?
Mr. Scribbles is always sad Mr. Scribbles knows you've been bad
Mr. Scribbles makes a racket Mr. Scribbles has a skin jacket
Mr. Scribbles does not lie Mr. Scribbles will never die
Mr. Scribbles camps on the Moon Mr. Scribbles is seeing you soon
so try a prayer to some lame god say goodbye to all you trod pack your bags you're leaving CRAIG!
don't stop running he's coming now he's just a little late now he's at the front gate
he's inside YOUR ROOM settling gloom your last date Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles Mr. Scribbles brings your doom
US is waging this war, and the USA represent the “bad guys”.
IRAN is responding to this war, and it is the BAD GUY.
Not on the menu: that this war could be an OP just like COVID. Which means 100% orchestrated bullshit.
Another question: how the FUCK does it benefit Iran to give Israel rest, repair and recuperation time? It doesn’t add up, and the edge lord excuses sound stupid, so they generally don’t discuss this inconvenient fact.
I.G.Y. (International Geographical Year) 1957-1958:
A few years ago, on my podcast, I discussed this song – a song that haunted me from my youth. It was released in 1982, when I was 12 years old. When you’re young you don’t always see the subtlety of satire and yet, in retrospect, I consider this song satire. At the time, it seemed like a hopeful song, now I think it mocks us.
I.G.Y. by Donald Fagen
Standing tough under stars and stripes, we can tell This dream's in sight You've got to admit it At this point in time that it's clear The future looks bright
On that train, all graphite and glitter Undersea by rail Ninety minutes from New York to Paris Well, by '76 we'll be A-OK
What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free
Get your ticket to that wheel in space while there's time The fix is in You'll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky You know we've got to win
Here at home we'll play in the city Powered by the sun Perfect weather for a streamlined world There'll be spandex jackets, one for everyone
What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free
On that train, all graphite and glitter Undersea by rail Ninety minutes from New York to Paris (More leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions Programmed by fellas with compassion and vision We'll be clean when their work is done We'll be eternally free, yes, and eternally young
What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free
What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free What a beautiful world this will be What a glorious time to be free
Now, unlike Donald Fagen, this is actual sideways gaslighting unironic bullshit:
This is a rehearsal for an outdoor service we did, in the park, during the “covid”. The “fear” was that we would be arrested, because we weren’t wearing the “mask”. On the other hand: CHOP/CHAZ protests on 12th AVE had cut every major route to just about every emergency room in Seattle during the “worst pandemic ever”. And Seattle bike cops, dressed like Antifa, enabled this.
