Long Black Coats for sale! Cheap! Slightly damaged, stained, etc.
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: davidvoth@catholic.org (David Voth)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Reply-To: davidvoth@catholic.org
Date: Thu, Apr 22, 1999 8:40 AM
Message-ID: <371f2744.333287777@news.concentric.net>
On Wed, 21 Apr 1999 21:54:34 -0700, a brain implant from the Cold War
era must have forced pugmon <pugmon@netaxis.com> to write:
>Long Black Coats for sale! Cheap! Slightly damaged, stained, etc.
This coming holiday season, black trenchcoats are going to be as
worthless as fine leather gloves were a few years back.
--
Reverend David Voth, South Park Militia Clench
Supreme Supervisor of the Church of the SubGenius
Founder and Innkeeper of free.beer
Supreme Judge of talk.politics.guns - see http://www.frenchu.com/tpg
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: legume@subgenius.com (Legume)
Man In the Long Black Coat
by Bob Dylan
Crickets are chirpin' the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry
Window's wide open African trees
Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze
Not a word, a goodbye, not even a note
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seem him hangin' around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask
Somebody said, from the Bible he quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat
Preacher was talkin' there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide
When it's you who must keep it satisfied
It ain't easy to swallow, it sticks in the throat
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat
There are no mistakes in life some people say
It's true sometimes you can see it that way
People don't live or die, people just float
She give her heart to the man in the long black coat
There's smoke on the water, it's been there since June
Tree trunks uprooted beneath the high crescent moon
Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force
Somebody is out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothin', there was nothin' she wrote
She's gone with the man in the long black coat
Dr. K. "Cortez" Legume
Mecagum les cinc llagues de Crist,
mecagum D'eu, en la creu, en el fuster
que la fue i en fill de puta que va plantar el pi
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: atruwe@shoggoth.uoregon.edu
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Fri, Apr 23, 1999 12:15 AM
Message-ID: <37200209.57DB@gladstone.uoregon.edu>
Legume wrote:
> Man In the Long Black Coat
> by Bob Dylan
Ayeh! Praise Dylan!
One thing, though:
> Somebody said, from the Bible he quote
> There was dust on the man in the long black coat
Back when I first heard this song, I looked through several concordances
for "dust," and didn't find anything. Do any of you folks know to what
Bob's referring with this couplet?
Always one to drag a discussion further off topic,
Annna
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: legume@subgenius.com (Legume)
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Fri, Apr 23, 1999 8:21 AM
Message-ID: <7fps5c$ikc$1@usenet44.supernews.com>
In article <37200209.57DB@gladstone.uoregon.edu>, atruwe@shoggoth.uoregon.edu wrote:
>> Somebody said, from the Bible he quote
>> There was dust on the man in the long black coat
>
>Back when I first heard this song, I looked through several concordances
>for "dust," and didn't find anything. Do any of you folks know to what
>Bob's referring with this couplet?
Perhaps the "he" referred to in the first line, is the man in the Long Black
Coat, and the second line is not directly related to the first, "Somebody said
the Man quoted the Bible and was all dusty"
At least that's how I always interpreted it.
It's a great spooky song in it's original version. I heard Dylan do it live
one night. I was sitting in a shitty little bar in Bristol, PA back in the
eighties, and Bob Dylan walked in and asked the bartender if he could go up
and play some tunes on the stage.
I nearly shit.
Dr. K. "Cortez" Legume
Mecagum les cinc llagues de Crist,
mecagum D'eu, en la creu, en el fuster
que la fue i en fill de puta que va plantar el pi
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: "König PreuBe, GmbH" <bbombere@erols.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Fri, Apr 23, 1999 8:47 AM
Message-ID: <372079F8.C6E1673E@erols.com>
Well, I can't "one up " that, but it's funny how audiences change.
I saw Dylan in Baltimore, and he'd done all of his stuff solo before.
And unplugged acoustic. I kinda liked "Subterranean Homesick Blues,"
which is electric and amplified. So, like, the second set "The Band"
comes out and starts kickin' "Subterranean Homesick Blues," and
the crowd booed him because it wasn't acoustic. Go fiigure, huh?
I saw Dylan here and when he started playing "Highway 61,"
a riot broke out. I think that it was the whistle.
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: atruwe@shoggoth.uoregon.edu
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Fri, Apr 23, 1999 3:20 PM
Legume wrote:
> Perhaps the "he" referred to in the first line, is the man in the Long Black
> Coat, and the second line is not directly related to the first, "Somebody said
> the Man quoted the Bible and was all dusty"
> At least that's how I always interpreted it.
Hey, good point.
Neat.
You ever hear "Foot of Pride?" I think it's on The Bootleg Series, and
probably actual bootlegs as well. I really like that song; I like
apocalyptic and/or spooky songs a lot, especially from Dylan. A lot of
his Christian stuff was really good for that reason.
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
So can a woman who passes herself off as a male
They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
Preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way
up
Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
Hear ya got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names
Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine, hon
But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
In these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in.
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
There's a retired businessman named Red, cast down
from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
He said he only deals in cash, sells tickets to a plane crash
He's not somebody that you play around with much
Miss Delilah is his, a Philistine is what she is
She'll do wondrous works with your fate
Feed you coconut bread, spice buns in your bed
If you don't mind sleepin' with your head face down in the plate.
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
Well they'll choose a man for you to meet tonight
You'll play the fool and learn how to walk through doors
How to enter into the gates of paradise
No, how to carry a burden too heavy to be yours
Yeah, from the stage they'll be tryin' to get water outta rocks
A whore will pass the hat, collect a hundred grand and say thanks
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to
study in
Sing "Amazing Grace" all the way to the Swiss banks
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
Judgment on them is something that you'll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down bankrupt
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
Yes, I guess I loved him too
I can still see him in my mind climbin' that hill
Did he make it to the top, well he probably did and dropped
Struck down by the strength of the will
Ain't nothin' left here partner, just the dust of a plague that has left
this whole town afraid
From now on, this'll be where you're from
Let the dead bury the dead. Your time will come
Let hot iron blow as he raised the shade
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come down
Ain't no goin' back
> It's a great spooky song in its original version. I heard Dylan do it live
> one night. I was sitting in a shitty little bar in Bristol, PA back in the
> eighties, and Bob Dylan walked in and asked the bartender if he could go up
> and play some tunes on the stage.
All I can say is "Wow."
I saw Dylan in concert once, last fall, and I felt on the verge of
perishing from excitement the whole time. Even way back in the
audience.
You're a very lucky man!
Annnnna
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: legume@subgenius.com (Legume)
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Fri, Apr 23, 1999 7:23 PM
In article <372079F8.C6E1673E@erols.com>, "=?iso-8859-1?Q?K=F6nig=20Preu=DFe?=, GmbH" <bbombere@erols.com> wrote:
>Well, I can't "one up " that, but it's funny how audiences change.
>
>I saw Dylan in Baltimore, and he'd done all of his stuff solo before.
>And unplugged acoustic. I kinda liked "Subterranean Homesick Blues,"
>which is electric and amplified. So, like, the second set "The Band"
>comes out and starts kickin' "Subterranean Homesick Blues," and
>the crowd booed him because it wasn't acoustic. Go fiigure, huh?
I saw Dylan get booed off the stage at Veteran's Stadium by a bunch of
Deadheads back during the tour they did together back in 86. Since I'd gone
there specifically to see Dylan, and NOT the Dead, I felt that the Deadheads
had effectively fucked me out of the 25 bucks I'd paid for the ticket. So I
spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the crowd making sure that
as many tie-died dickheads as possible had REALLY bad acid trips.
>
>I saw Dylan here and when he started playing "Highway 61,"
>a riot broke out. I think that it was the whistle.
Man, I couldn't begin to tell you how Bob Dylan's words and music have
affected my thought patterns. I've used alot of his stuff in alot of my
sermons.
Jesus can tell you...he's seen me psyche myself up for preaching by listening
to Dylan through my headphones on that long-ass car ride fron Dallas to
Austin.
>
Dr. K. "Cortez" Legume
Mecagum les cinc llagues de Crist,
mecagum D'eu, en la creu, en el fuster
que la fue i en fill de puta que va plantar el pi
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: David Tanstaafl <David@tanstaafl.cc>
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Reply-To: David@tanstaafl.cc
Date: Sat, Apr 24, 1999 2:59 AM
Message-ID: <372179DF.74DC@tanstaafl.cc>
Legume wrote:
> I saw Dylan get booed off the stage at Veteran's Stadium by a bunch of
> Deadheads back during the tour they did together back in 86. Since I'd gone
> there specifically to see Dylan, and NOT the Dead, I felt that the Deadheads
> had effectively fucked me out of the 25 bucks I'd paid for the ticket. So I
> spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the crowd making sure that
> as many tie-died dickheads as possible had REALLY bad acid trips.
Legume the mere thought of *seeing* you while tripping would send me to
the State Hospital. If you went further and messed with them, I
actually pity them...maybe.
Rev. Moxie
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Subject: Re: Long Black Coats
From: "König PreuBe, GmbH" <bbombere@erols.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack,alt.slack.devo
Date: Sat, Apr 24, 1999 3:42 AM
Message-ID: <372183E4.9B77A1E5@erols.com>
I like The Dead's music, but the Deadhead scene kinda put me off.I only went to one Dead concert, I'd been writing
school papers
for three days, drinking Scotch, smoking, and popping x-tops,
and a bud came by with a shopping bag full of herb. He wanted
me to go to Williamsburg, William and Mary, his brother's frat had
gotten a block of tickets. It was a small theater. I rolled joints,
and passed them, watching them pass through the audience.
I'd been drunk on Scotch for a coupla days, and the speed was
wearing off, we'd had a coupla bottles of wine on the way down,
and lots of Budweiser and Dickle whiskey when we got there.
Some chick had cooked up a bunch of chile, so I ate some.
Which I blew chile chunks alllll over the bathroom after the concert.
That's my Grateful Dead experience. In Berkeley, I stayed on the boat
the whole three-days that the Dead was there, hardy saw a Deadhead.
> >
> >I saw Dylan here and when he started playing "Highway 61,"
> >a riot broke out. I think that it was the whistle.
>
> Man, I couldn't begin to tell you how Bob Dylan's words and music have
> affected my thought patterns. I've used alot of his stuff in alot of my
> sermons.
>
> Jesus can tell you...he's seen me psyche myself up for preaching by listening
> to Dylan through my headphones on that long-ass car ride fron Dallas to
> Austin.
> >
>
God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son!"
Abe said to God, "You must be puttin' me on!"
God said, "No!" Abe said, "What?"
God said, "You can do what you want, Abe, but!"
"Next time you see me coming, you better run!"
Abe said, "Where do you want this killing done?"
Highway 61
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