BlueAngel wrote:
I know what I know about the music industry because I was used within as a "mind control" sex slave. My main handler/controller is a very famous musician.
BlueAngel wrote:
I know what I know about the music industry because I was used within as a "mind control" sex slave. My main handler/controller is a very famous musician.
spectre wrote:
What is all this "very telling" bullshit anyway?
Just STFU already! I'm trying to spare you years of research to find out the hard way that you're a schitz! You really should give this consideration.
Horrible things happen to people and those who know about it and what to keep it hidden, usually revert to calling the "messenger" every name in the book.
Obviously, I'm not the one who is ILL. They are. Obviously that is what they sought in the past and what HE/THEY sought while I was on HIS site.
To create mental illness through torture, mental, physical, emotional and psychological abuse. Mind control, manipulation, altered states of consciousness.
You failed once. You failed twice. There will never be a third time.
IGWT wrote:
Masterbation, more like it
Followed by a dozen smiley faces
TAKE NOTE:
The sexual programming trigger HYMMMM is used. The suggestion, "TOO MUCH FUN." Further suggestion by IGWT, Masterbation more like it with all THOSE smiley faces.
Spread out now rosie doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
You know playin' blind man's bluff is a little baby's game
You pick up little dynamite i'm gonna pick up little gun
And together we're gonna go out tonight and make that highway run
You don't have to call me lieutenant rosie and i don't want to be your son
The only lover i'm ever gonna need's your soft sweet little girl's tongue and rosie you're the one
Dynamite's in the belfry playin' with the bats
Little gun's downtown in front of woolworth's tryin' out his attitude on all the cats
Papa's on the corner waitin' for the bus
Mama she's home in the window waitin' up for us
She'll be there in that chair when they wrestle her upstairs `cause you know
We ain't gonna come
I ain't here for business, i'm only here for fun
Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire
I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, rosalita you're my stone desire
Jack the rabbit and weak knees willie you know they're gonna be there
Ah sloppy sue and big bones billie they'll be comin' up for air
We're gonna play some pool skip some school act real cool stay out all night it's gonna feel alright
Rosie come out tonight, rosie come out tonight
Windows are for cheaters chimneys for the poor
Closets are for hangers winners use the door
Rosalita jump a little...
Now i know your mama she don't like me `cause i play in a rock and roll band
And i know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you i want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that i don't have any money
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company rosie just gave me big bucks
My tires were slashed and i almost crashed but the lord had mercy
My machine she's a dud out stuck in the mud somewhere in the swamps of jersey
Hold on tight stay up all night `cause rosie i'm comin' on strong
By the time we meet the morning light i will hold you in my arms
I know a pretty little place in southern california down san diego way
There's a little cafe where they play guitars all night and day
You can hear them in the back room strummin'
So hold tight baby `cause don't you know daddy's comin'
Rosalita jump a little...
In Peace,
BlueAngel
This song calls up disinformation that my father/mother did not want me to be with my handler/controller from the past in the following verse:
Now i know your mama she don't like me `cause i play in a rock and roll band
And i know your daddy he don't dig me but he never did understand
Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room
I'm comin' to lend a hand
I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you i want to be your man
Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny
But now you're sad your mama's mad
And your papa says he knows that i don't have any money
Tell him this is last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance
Because a record company rosie just gave me big bucks
It also calls up disinformation that my past handler/controller was my protector from the cult and my parents.
"Papa lowered the boom he locked you in your room. I'm comin' to lend a hand. I'm comin' to liberate you confiscate you i want to be your man."
Attempt to make light of the situation:
As in "Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny."
The disinformation as it relates to my father's last chance to get his daughter in a fine romance is somewhat doublespeak as he was unable to convince me that being with my past/handler controller and continuing in the music industry was the right thing to do.
Basically, it was his last chance, but also the disinformation that he was the one keeping us apart.
In Peace,
BlueAngel
So, let's see, Springsteen wants to guard Wendy's dreams and visions. He wants to confiscate Rosie, lend a hand, be her man; and he got Mary pregnant when she was just 17.
Then there's Candy's room; makin' love in the dirt with Janey; Doreen; Leah, Maria.
Many more.
Elouise (To the tune of Growin' Up)
Bruce Springsteen
Before the Fame
Well, what power of god does a nun use to hold up parish priests
And what makes a good cop let go a beautiful theif
Oh, and how does the queen know she got hold that manna honey
Oh and what makes an old woman give a young man all her money
Well late in the night 'neath that pale moonlight the power comes over me
And its all elouise yeah
I'm turning into elvis (and there's nothing i can do)
...kissed the babysitter. she screamed and i told her it was just the beast in me.
And on my way out of the house i shot out my tv
I went down to the corner luncheonette and said sally "fried peanut butter and banana will do(?)"
I'm turning into elvis and there's nothing i can do
I threw out my wife and family i took off my wedding ring
I told my friends and neighbors to refer to me now as "king"
I put a chainlink fence around my ranch house and on the gate a sign that reads "graceland ii"
I'm turning into elvis and there's nothing i can do
I visited my mama's grave and i headed out to hollywood and i signed a picture with mgm I play a rebellious beachboy racecar driver who fucks a nun in the end
In the last scene i whip out my big guitar and show her a little memphis-style kung-fu
I'm turning into elvis and there's nothing i can do
But i drove on straight to vegas and i stopped in the first old stripper bar. Found me a little hookerthat looked just like ann-margaret and we rumba'd in my sports car.
Well me and my drinking buddies turned my lovin' home into a frikkin' zoo.
I'm turning into elvis and there's nothing i can do
Well he came to me last night in a dream looking just like he did in '57. He said "son that guitar is a wonder thing but it can be the living devils' friend. On the other hand there's sex-starved women, millions of dollars, and anything you want to do."
I'm turning into elvis and there's nothing i can do