Juxtaposition….Red Hot Chili Peppers, Yeats, & Felix the Cat………Juxtaposition

 

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mindofmullyrectThis post was written in seventeen minutes after deboarding a MN to CA flight listening to the song below five times….looped…after hearing it while pulling into the Hertz car return in Bloomington, MN.     Pull it on up and read you some Yeats……smoke rings, I know you’re going to blow some, indeed…….

 

 

Whenever I hear the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ tune “Can’t Stop”, Keats’ poem “Second Coming” inserts itself, mentally, in the middle of the tune’s musical parts.     Because the two works of art are virtually the same.     Except that “Can’t Stop” has John F singing off key as back up and I looooooove that part of the song.   Because it gives me one single RHCP tune upon which I can sing backup.

 

 

 

Juxtaposition………..it rules.

 

 

 

Go ahead.   Give it a try.   Felix the Cat will keep you company.  What’s in the bag?    WHAT’S IN THE BAG?????? (said in a Brad Pitt voice).

 

None of your/our business.

 

 

 

felix

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

 

Can’t stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I’m going to win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
P funk the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the west end
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don’t die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burning so bright I wonder what the wave meant
White heat is screaming in the jungle
Complete the motion if you stumble
Go ask the dust for any answers
Come back strong with fifty belly dancers

 

felix

 

 

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

 

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can’t stop
Ever wonder if it’s all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can’t stop
Come and tell me when it’s time to

felix

 

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

 

Sweetheart is bleeding in the snow cone
So smart she’s leading me to ozone
Music the great communicator
Use two sticks to make it in the nature
I’ll get you into penetration
The gender of a generation
The birth of every other nation
Worth your weight the gold of meditation
This chapter’s going to be a close one
Smoke rings I know you’re going to blow one
All on a spaceship persevering
Use my hands for everything but steering
Can’t stop the spirits when they need you
Mop tops are happy when they feed you
J. Butterfly is in the treetop
Birds that blow the meaning into bebop

 

felix

The best lack all conviction, while the worst   

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

The world I love
The tears I drop
To be part of
The wave can’t stop
Ever wonder if it’s all for you
The world I love
The trains I hop
To be part of
The wave can’t stop
Come and tell me when it’s time to……

 

 

felix

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   

 

Wait a minute I’m passing out
Win or lose, just like you
Far more shocking
Than anything I ever knew
How ’bout you
10 more reasons
Why I need somebody new, Just like you
Far more shocking than anything I ever knew
Right on cue

felix

 

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

 

Can’t stop addicted to the shin dig
Cop top he says I’m going to win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
P funk the pistol that you pay for
This punk the feeling that you stay for
In time I want to be your best friend
Eastside love is living on the west end
Knock out but boy you better come to
Don’t die you know the truth is some do
Go write your message on the pavement
Burning’ so bright I wonder what the wave meant

felix

 

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   

 

 

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   

The darkness drops again; but now I know   

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   

 

 

Kickstart the golden generator
Sweet talk but don’t intimidate her
Can’t stop the gods from engineerings
Feel no need for any interfering
Your image in the dictionary
This life is more than ordinary
Can I get 2 maybe even 3 of these
Come from space
to teach you of the Pleiades
Can’t stop the spirits when they need you
This life is more than just a read thru

 

And what rough beast, its hour comes round at last,   

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

 

 

felix

 

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Night….have good dreams…….
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Your image in the dictionary……

 

 

This life is more than ordinary……..

 

 

Yes.

 

 

 

Yes, it is.

 

 

Thankfully……………….

 

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