NOOOOGIE ENDS PERFORMANCE RUN AT RATTLER WITH "Mr.Charlie>News Speedway Boogie>Throwing Stones>Cassidy" , SAYS "SEE YA!". EXITS STAGE LEFT

NOOOOGIE, noted "blog pimp", radical, and satirist announed in this blog right now that he is no longer affiliated with this blog.

It was a mellow but rockin set as NOOOOGIE jammed out through MISTER CHARILE, segued into New Speedway Boogie, segued into Throwing stones, and then again segued into Cassidy. He made a few short comments to the audience at the mic, and then exited this blog stage left, where he was escorted into an awaiting helicopter and flown to the PLAYBOY MANSION, to be feted by notorious publishing magnate HUGH HEFNER, in a party which is expected to last "until next year sometime", and will include celebrity guests as Tyra Banks, the Swedish Womens' naked volleyball team, the French womens' naked volleyball team, among others. For sure Adam Corrola is not invited, the reason being Adam Corrola is a talentless jack off.

Tapers at the show provided this transscript of the show......


NOOGIE LIVE ON THE RATTLER BLOG 11/15/05
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"Mister Charlie"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Ron McKernan
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing

I take a little powder
I take a little salt
I put it in my shotgun
and I go walking out

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

I won't take you life
Won't even take a limb
Just unload my shotgun
and take a little skin

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

Well you take a silver dollar
Take a silver dime
Mix em both together
in some alligator wine

I can hear the drums
Voo-doo all night long
Mr. Charlie tellin me
I can't do nothin wrong

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Looking high
Looking low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

Now Mr. Charlie told me
Thought you'd like to know
Give you a little warning
before I let you go

Chuba-chuba
Wooley-booley
Lookin high
Lookin low
Gonna scare you up and shoot you
Cause Mr. Charlie told me so

"New Speedway Boogie"
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing

Please don't dominate the rap Jack
if you got nothing new to say
If you please don't back up the track
This train got to run today

Spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Heard some say better run away
Others say you better stand still

Now I don't know but I been told
it's hard to run with the weight of gold
Other hand I heard it said
it's just as hard with the weight of lead

Who can deny? Who can deny?
it's not just a change in style
One step done and another begun
in I wonder how many miles?

Spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don't understand
but I think in time we will

Now I don't know but I been told
in the heat of the sun a man died of cold
Do we keep on coming or stand and wait
with the sun so dark and the hour so late?

You can't overlook the lack Jack
of any other highway to ride
It's got no signs or dividing lines
and very few rules to guide

Spent a little time on the mountain
Spent a little time on the hill
I saw things getting out of hand
I guess they always will

I don't know but I been told
if the horse don't pull you got to carry the load
I don't know whose back's that strong
Maybe find out before too long

One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
this darkness got to give
One way or another
One way or another
One way or another
this darkness got to give


"Throwing Stones"
Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir
Barlow has posted the lyrics to his songs.
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing

Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget.
Hasn't got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me.
You and me.

Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

[Bridge:]
Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns 'stead of food today.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink
History's page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.

[Instrumental]

If the game is lost,
Then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place and empty stone
Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

[Bridge two:] Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And it's all too clear we're on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin', spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.


"Cassidy"
Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream.
Ah, child of countless trees.
Ah, child of boundless seas.
What you are, what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me,
Born to me,
Cassidy...

Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean,
Come grow this scorched ground green,
Blow the horn, tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me,
Cassidy...

Quick beats in an icy heart.
catch-colt draws a coffin cart.
There he goes now, here she starts:
Hear her cry.
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly.

Faring thee well now.
Let your BLOG proceed by its own design.
Nothing to tell now.
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.
(Repeat)


NOOOOGIE: HEY HEY!! IS THIS ON??

NOOOOGIE: TESTING TEST TEST!!! ONE TWO!

NOOOOGIE: Allright!

NOOGIE: Thanks, you have been a great audience, and I have really enjoyed playing on this blog which I Coined "the RATTLER" for two reasons.

One, to rattle cages, as this publication has surely done.

Two to show myself firstly and the world secondly that to be provoked with impunity is not acceptable. Let no one do it to you ! Stand up and fight, be it with yor words or your deeds!

When I first decided to split equal responsibilty on this blog with JESUS CLAUS, I perhaps had a seperate vision of what I wanted to create here than he did. What is important now is that this blog as it has been has had an effect. More importantly, it has brought me back more to serious writing, which in itself is its own reward.

I have for awhile had some ideas about what I would like to do with my particular style of writing....I am well aware many have differing ideas about what I might do with my particular style of writing, but those types are the followers, never the leaders, and they concern me little.

Also I notice you critic types tend to be long on cowardice and spit and short on real original ideas or even insults. To me you are merely "fruitflies" on the fruit of my work.

Although I have really enjoyed my time here after helping found this publication, I truly feel that I am most comfortable having my ideas expressed and represented on my own blog, which I have been writing for some time, AMERICAN FREEDUMB.

I have removed all of my intellectual property from this blog because I beleive it belongs in a place where I may take sole credit and responsibility for it.

I started AMERICAN FREEDUMB to be a place for me to express myself politically, wether it be with satrical parody news stories based on current news events, art which expressed my feelings on social issues, or just a place to write my thoughts or predictions on upcoming events. I did NOT start it to be a "PALTALK GOSSIP RAG", and therefore a lot of that "work" of mine is in limbo at the moment.

Frankly, I really enjoyed the paltalk stories because they really piss people off, but those stories simply don't belong on a blog of mine where no one really cares a whit if anyone logs on PALTALK! No one in the REAL WORLD knows who BRUTE LOGIC is , ya know?

After much introspection, I have decided to stop publishing here.

What about stories like "STANGS SWANG GETS CAR OUT OF IMPOUND?", or "BRUTE LOGIC PERFECTS EVIL LAUGH"????

Those stories will be finding a new home within the week. I have decided to continue publishing AMERICAN FREEDUMB with no drastic changes, and also will be opening up a new site for all my paltalk related stories.

As everything we do is a legacy in some way, I want the blog to keep the title and motto I gave to it, those really belong here, where they were planted.

Let it grow.

Again I want to reiterate how much fun I have had here . Every step we take draws us closer to where we are going in life, and it is always great to plant seeds of change and watch them grow. I just think it is best for me to write in a place where my ideas and thoughts are mine and mine alone.

Before I exit stage left, A THANK YOU to ALL THE READERS who came here to read my work, and the work of everyone else who has contributed. Without you it would not have been possible.

THANK YOU ........................

By tonite I will have been taken off this blog as a poster/editor/half-owner. I will not have any affiliation with this enterprise in the future (save for my historical role in half founding it) from this point on. I leave freely of my own will and with no malice towards anyone here.

This decision was MY CHOICE, as I feel my work is best presented and represented exclusively by myself. It is no reflection on how I might view other works in this free form collaborative envoronment, where everyone is allowed to speak their own views freely. It is my wish this enterprise here flourishes and grows.....I will always cherish the memories I had here and the people I rattled the cages of....Then again it isn't like iIhave planned on stopping anytime soon.


STAY FREEDUMB

M.B.

NOVEMBER 15, 2005