This is just for fun....just sayin'!
Chana gave me this impossible mission
Remember Mission Impossible?
Good Morning Ms. Isis. I have a new assignment for you and your Poetic Impossible team. We have a suspicion that these two men Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel (AKA: Tom & Jerry, AKA: Simon & Garfunkel) have been writing songs and passing them off as poetry. I need you and your Poetic Impossible team to analyze their words and explain them to me in verse (rhymed or unrhymed, your choice). If you or any of your PI staff should be caught or killed in this mission, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your mission. This tape recording will self detruct in 10 seconds.
"A Simple Desultory Philippic (Or How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission)"
I been Norman Mailered, Maxwell Taylored.
I been John O'Hara'd, McNamara'd.
I been Rolling Stoned and Beatled till I'm blind.
I been Ayn Randed, nearly branded
Communist, 'cause I'm left-handed.
That's the hand I use, well, never mind!
I been Phil Spectored, resurrected.
I been Lou Adlered, Barry Sadlered.
Well, I paid all the dues I want to pay.
And I learned the truth from Lenny Bruce,
And all my wealth won't buy me health,
So I smoke a pint of tea a day.
I knew a man, his brain was so small,
He couldn't think of nothing at all.
He's not the same as you and me.
He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that
When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas,
Whoever he was.
The man ain't got no culture,
But it's alright, ma,
Everybody must get stoned.
I been Mick Jaggered, silver daggered.
Andy Warhol, won't you please come home?
I been mothered, fathered, aunt and uncled,
Been Roy Haleed and Art Garfunkeled.
I just discovered somebody's tapped my phone.
Good luck Ms. Isis (tape destructing jqwkuwfuwfwfu1)
My Impossible Mission Response is:
The Naked and the Dead, bombed and Viet Nam'd
War, huh, yeah What is it good for
Absolutely nothing Uh-huh!
Butterfield 8 led Oscar & Liz to their first date
He was the Secretary of state from 1961 to 68
Cant get no satisfaction, I Want to hold your hand
Girls loved to scream for the boys in each Brit Band
A Capitalist Nut case off her Fountainhead
Baby with a mind like that we'd be better off RED!
A crazy record producer married to a Ronette
Another married to the niece of Nanette
Shelley Fabares, the Ballad of the Green Beret
A comedian whose edgy humor was a zinger
and he was the inspiration for Corporal Klinger
Man that's a lot of grass
it'll keep you stoned on your a*s
The Rebbe's Robert Zimmerman
wasn't just blowin' in the wind
for the times they were a changin'
with Subterranean Homesick Blues
he left us clues so we'd think & choose
He's the lead singer of the Rolling Stones
Am I the only one who misses Brian Jones?
An old american folk song
Baez sings as Dylan plays along
Pop art king Campbell Soup Can Man
I think I just might be his number one fan!
a great record producer for Paul & Art
two nice jewish boys who have my heart!
no doubt J Edna Hoover was on the phone
so none of us were ever safe at home!
For the More Obscure Bits
In 1977 I was visiting another friend named Chana in Far Rockaway New York in a Chassidic community. I met the Rebbe of that community and sat at the desk where Bob Dylan had carved his name while he had been there studying. The name was Robert Zimmerman. They kept the desk and it was shown to me as if it were a sacred object so they feel something positive about him though he stepped outside their world. I felt that the things said in the song where he sings "The times they are a changin' had to be a response to the world he visited there. It was my response too!
Ronnie Spector was a Ronette...and the ex very ex mrs. spector
silver dagger is an american folk ballad Joan Baez sang and Bob Dylan accompanied
but didn't sing on the recording.
Nanette Fabray is the aunt of Shelley Fabares who was married to Lou Adler and got her first break in the Bad Seed with that sweet little Miss Rhoda Penmark!
Also must say I think Simon and Garfunkel are just so beautiful! Mama Rachel likes them! thanks Chana for thinking of them!
Subterranean Homesick Blues..
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters
Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
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