Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
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And the sign said “Long-haired freaky people Need not apply”
So I tucked my hair up under my hat And I went in to ask him why
He said, “You look like a fine upstandin’ young man I think you’ll do”
So I took off my hat and said, “Imagine that Huh, me workin’ for you”
Whoa
Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign?
And the sign said “Anybody caught trespassin’ Will be shot on sight”
So I jumped on the fence and I yelled at the house “Hey! What gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out But to keep Mother Nature in?
If God was here, he’d tell you to your face ‘Man, you’re some kind of sinner'”
Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that Can’t you read the sign?
Now, hey you, mister, can’t you read?
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can’t even watch, no, you can’t eat
You ain’t supposed to be here
The sign said, “You’ve got to have a membership card To get inside”
Uh
And the sign said
“Everybody welcome Come in, kneel down and pray”
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all I didn’t have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper And I made up my own little sign
I said, “Thank you, Lord, for thinkin’ ’bout me I’m alive and doin’ fine”
Woo!
Sign, sign
Everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery Breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that
Can’t you read the sign?
Many years ago and right out of electronics school I got a job doing field service on copy machines. I used to find humor in the signs always put on the machine advising office folks that the machine was out of service. One of the most common misspelling options was “Copy Machine Brocken”.
Just testing. WordPress hates me. Won’t recognize my username, or either of the two emails I use. I seem to go through this every time I get on a wordpress site.
OK, looks like I’m in, but I don’t seem to be able to use my famous avatar. Y’all will have to do without the possum. At least for now.
Thank you DT for setting this up, and I enjoyed the “Joe” story a lot. I’ll wager most of us who have reached post-middle age have known a Joe of some stripe. Are you taking submissions for extended posts like this one? I have some bullshit in the archives, and I’d like to to offer some up.
JWM
Hey JWM.
The site is open; I decided not to restrict it for now. You shouldn’t need to login or register. We’ll see how things are when AD shuts down.
(Those that have registered on this site, your names will be kept on the subscribers list so you won’t have to re-register if site does go that way)
As far as your avatar – that’s probably my fault. I’ll look into having the site accept those.
Articles? Yes, not only accept but encourage. I need to work the details out for acceptance and scheduling but for now, email them to me at dt@newamericandigest.org and I’ll see it gets posted. I’ll probably have to establish guidelines but for now, don’t submit anything you wouldn’t say in court.
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Hm-m. I see email is required. I thought I turned that off. I will require names though – real or alias but no “Anonymous”. If things do get out of hand, I’ll turn the email requirement back on.
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Oh, diddley – it doesn’t like “DT” either. Bugs!
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OK. I think that fixed it.
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.
Nice Piece! Best Wishes for the New Year!