This is what happens when you are over tired and bored!!
stardust1976
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Ok, so it's not meant to be any kind of serious, I just couldn't sleep, and this was playing in my head. I'm sure it's been done before, and probably much much better, but I have taken all the studio albums in order, and incorporated the songs and the album title into a little made up story. It's a little iffy in places, but it's just meant to be fun, so who cares? 
ONCE when he was TEN, he sat on his front PORCH, overlooking the GARDEN, and pondered some things. DEEP within his mind, he wondered about the stars, the moon, OCEANS and earth. He thought about being ALIVE, and the EVEN FLOW of life, the predictability of it, if you will. Though a young mind, JEREMY was an old soul. In the house behind him, the old man’s eyes were closed. He saw only BLACK now. It wasn’t fair. The RELEASE which was for the old man, left him wondering...WHY GO on? What was the point, when it all ends anyway?
10 years later, he’s looking in his REARVIEWMIRROR. It’s him VS the world now. He’s a DISSIDENT, a W.M.A. The typical guy, except he still has a mind that won’t let GO, won’t stop. He’s like an ANIMAL off it’s LEASH. RATS running in packs, some instinct telling them where. There had been BLOOD spilled. He’d left, the ELDERLY WOMAN BEHIND THE COUNTER IN A SMALL TOWN had looked at him with those eyes that just knew. He had to leave his DAUGHTER. Just a baby, a look of INDIFFERENCE on her face. The mother, yelling at him, “GLORIFIED G, baby, that’s all it is....God and guns....look what it does...”.
So now he’s running into SATAN’S BED. He’s a NOTHINGMAN, invisible, or at least trying to be. He recalls a time long ago, when he was a BETTER MAN. He sees himself taking a book from the shelf, a VITALOGY of old ideas, he wanted to PRY, TO see within it’s pages what could be. To see IMMORTALITY. But then a voice said, this is NOT FOR YOU. He looks down at the cuffs of his CORDUROY jacket, and sees the WHIPPING in his mind. He shuts his eyes as the BUGS come forward. He sees them TREMOR. CHRIST they are coming toward him, he cries out, “AYE DAVINITA!!” The woman seems to SPIN, THE BLACK CIRCLE widens. She whispers, “HEYFOXYMOPHANDLEMAMA, THAT’S ME”. He seems confused, his eyes close, he takes his LAST EXIT from reality.
In the sunshine, much much later, a girl watches a RED MOSQUITO land on LUKIN. It’s what she started calling him when she found him AROUND THE BEND. He’d had a HABIT, that still SOMETIMES seemed to lurk in the background. She’d get scared, but he’d remind her “I’M OPEN, remember...we live in the PRESENT TENSE now.” She’d SMILE, and laugh...”HAIL, HAIL, the lucky ones – I remember”. There is NO CODE for this life, MANKIND lives to it’s own expectations, but look here IN MY TREE, and you’ll see WHO YOU ARE. She hears him say these words as she sees him leave. OFF HE GOES, and she knows he’s changed her life.
He’s walking, NO WAY to go, nowhere to go. A YEILD sign ahead. In the LOW LIGHT, he feels like he’s IN HIDING. He knows he’s been FAITHFULL, he knows he’s tried, but he also knows he was GIVEN TO FLY. He feels like PILATE is judging him from afar, for not being strong enough, but he doesn’t know how to be. A constant PUSH ME, PULL ME kind of emotion has lived with him, making decisions harder. He looks at the sign, someone has scratched MFC into the metal, with some kind of primitive markings announcing the letters. Like some kind of UNTITLED masterpiece, by an unknown artist. He’s unsure of what to DO, THE EVOLUTION of men seems to hold him back somehow. He has a WISHLIST of needs, but no way to express them. ALL THOSE YESTERDAYS seem to follow him, lurking in this BRAIN OF J. This Jeremy, this old soul.
So knowing that NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS, he continues on. It seems LIGHT YEARS since he left, since the EVACUATION of his life. He wonders about the INSIGNIFICANCE of it all, in the grand scheme of things. Really, the RIVAL he’d had the GRIEVANCE with would be long gone now surely? He thought OF THE GIRL, and he wondered if she thought of him ever. He thought of how fickle GOD’S DICE were, how the BINAURAL echoing of time within the halls of his mind, made him SOON FORGET all that happened. It was like a SLEIGHT OF HAND trick, the way the images appeared to him now. Like waves crashing down on the beach, the BREAKERFALL of the waves in his mind, made him question his PARTING WAYS. Should he go back? Could he go back? He turned... the echo of his heels the only sound in the THIN AIR.
So the RIOT ACT within his mind had started again. A million thoughts, all screaming, HELP, HELP, coursed through his mind. He felt like some kind of BUSHLEAGUER, THUMBING MY WAY across the country. In his ½ FULL life, this GREEN DISEASE which afflicts so many, had yet to get a grip within him. Jealousy was not on his agenda. As a CROPDUSTER flies low overhead, he sees the GHOST of his past rise up to meet him, on this ARC of a journey. He feels like he has travelled forever. He just wants to GET RIGHT within his soul. He feels like the LOVE BOAT CAPTAIN when he sees her. She opens the door as he approaches. A hesitant smile, and he wants to tell her, “I know I CAN’T KEEP you, YOU ARE yours and I AM MINE”. She meets his gaze and says “I want to SAVE YOU”. He smiles and says “ALL OR NONE”.
For a while it’s fine, then he starts to notice things. He starts to feel COMATOSE. He hears PEARL JAM playing the soundtrack to his life, and wonders why no one else sees it. He sees a MARKER IN THE SAND, watching a BIG WAVE crash down, and believes himself to be UNEMPLOYABLE. He wants to jump without the PARACHUTES, and he knows coming back was a mistake. It’s like he was given some kind of WASTED REPRISE, and instead of taking advantage, he retreats, watches the blood drip from a SEVERED HAND in his mind. She feels like some kind of ARMY RESERVE wife, he’s here but not home. He’s so far GONE, it’s like an INSIDE JOB, only his mind and him, no one else is allowed to enter. He talks about a WORLD WIDE SUICIDE, the nations gone to shit he says. She looks at him and wonders why his seems like such a LIFE WASTED. She wonders why he only pretended to COME BACK.
JEREMY sometimes thinks about the time he was TEN, sitting on the front PORCH, overlooking the GARDEN. When the old man had gone quietly, and he was wondering about so many things. The EVEN FLOW of the tide, about being ALIVE and what it meant, about the DEEP blue OCEANS. He wondered now about the RELEASE the old man must have felt, about the pain his BROTHER must have felt ONCE he left. How everything seemed so BLACK. It was like a REDUX of his life, sitting here, he could hear and feel the BREATH AND A SCREAM that came at the last second. He didn’t know how he had ended up like this. It was like some EVIL LITTLE GOAT had entered his body and taken it over sometimes. He thought about his own child, JUST A GIRL, and thought about the STATE OF LOVE AND TRUST that was needed. He felt like an old man singing a melancholy song, he felt 2000 MILE BLUES. He wanted to change, he needed to change, or WHY GO on?
He’s so much older now. They live here, AMONGST THE WAVES. Long ago he hit the BACKSPACER key on his life. Tried to right his wrongs, and make up for the bad. He tried to be THE FIXER in his own life, and he was happier now. He listened to the FORCE OF NATURE at night, and he thought UNTHOUGHT KNOWNS. Stuff in his head he let it be. No more SUPERSONIC, faster than the SPEED OF SOUND wonderings for him. He let himself JUST BREATH, and it was good. When people would ask him how he did it, he would reply that he GOT SOME happiness. He said to her “I’m GONNA SEE MY FRIEND”, and she smiled at him. It really was ok. Life kept on, and he forgave himself, played himself some JOHNNY GUITAR, and smiled everyday. It was a lesson, and he’d learned.
THE END.
ONCE when he was TEN, he sat on his front PORCH, overlooking the GARDEN, and pondered some things. DEEP within his mind, he wondered about the stars, the moon, OCEANS and earth. He thought about being ALIVE, and the EVEN FLOW of life, the predictability of it, if you will. Though a young mind, JEREMY was an old soul. In the house behind him, the old man’s eyes were closed. He saw only BLACK now. It wasn’t fair. The RELEASE which was for the old man, left him wondering...WHY GO on? What was the point, when it all ends anyway?
10 years later, he’s looking in his REARVIEWMIRROR. It’s him VS the world now. He’s a DISSIDENT, a W.M.A. The typical guy, except he still has a mind that won’t let GO, won’t stop. He’s like an ANIMAL off it’s LEASH. RATS running in packs, some instinct telling them where. There had been BLOOD spilled. He’d left, the ELDERLY WOMAN BEHIND THE COUNTER IN A SMALL TOWN had looked at him with those eyes that just knew. He had to leave his DAUGHTER. Just a baby, a look of INDIFFERENCE on her face. The mother, yelling at him, “GLORIFIED G, baby, that’s all it is....God and guns....look what it does...”.
So now he’s running into SATAN’S BED. He’s a NOTHINGMAN, invisible, or at least trying to be. He recalls a time long ago, when he was a BETTER MAN. He sees himself taking a book from the shelf, a VITALOGY of old ideas, he wanted to PRY, TO see within it’s pages what could be. To see IMMORTALITY. But then a voice said, this is NOT FOR YOU. He looks down at the cuffs of his CORDUROY jacket, and sees the WHIPPING in his mind. He shuts his eyes as the BUGS come forward. He sees them TREMOR. CHRIST they are coming toward him, he cries out, “AYE DAVINITA!!” The woman seems to SPIN, THE BLACK CIRCLE widens. She whispers, “HEYFOXYMOPHANDLEMAMA, THAT’S ME”. He seems confused, his eyes close, he takes his LAST EXIT from reality.
In the sunshine, much much later, a girl watches a RED MOSQUITO land on LUKIN. It’s what she started calling him when she found him AROUND THE BEND. He’d had a HABIT, that still SOMETIMES seemed to lurk in the background. She’d get scared, but he’d remind her “I’M OPEN, remember...we live in the PRESENT TENSE now.” She’d SMILE, and laugh...”HAIL, HAIL, the lucky ones – I remember”. There is NO CODE for this life, MANKIND lives to it’s own expectations, but look here IN MY TREE, and you’ll see WHO YOU ARE. She hears him say these words as she sees him leave. OFF HE GOES, and she knows he’s changed her life.
He’s walking, NO WAY to go, nowhere to go. A YEILD sign ahead. In the LOW LIGHT, he feels like he’s IN HIDING. He knows he’s been FAITHFULL, he knows he’s tried, but he also knows he was GIVEN TO FLY. He feels like PILATE is judging him from afar, for not being strong enough, but he doesn’t know how to be. A constant PUSH ME, PULL ME kind of emotion has lived with him, making decisions harder. He looks at the sign, someone has scratched MFC into the metal, with some kind of primitive markings announcing the letters. Like some kind of UNTITLED masterpiece, by an unknown artist. He’s unsure of what to DO, THE EVOLUTION of men seems to hold him back somehow. He has a WISHLIST of needs, but no way to express them. ALL THOSE YESTERDAYS seem to follow him, lurking in this BRAIN OF J. This Jeremy, this old soul.
So knowing that NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS, he continues on. It seems LIGHT YEARS since he left, since the EVACUATION of his life. He wonders about the INSIGNIFICANCE of it all, in the grand scheme of things. Really, the RIVAL he’d had the GRIEVANCE with would be long gone now surely? He thought OF THE GIRL, and he wondered if she thought of him ever. He thought of how fickle GOD’S DICE were, how the BINAURAL echoing of time within the halls of his mind, made him SOON FORGET all that happened. It was like a SLEIGHT OF HAND trick, the way the images appeared to him now. Like waves crashing down on the beach, the BREAKERFALL of the waves in his mind, made him question his PARTING WAYS. Should he go back? Could he go back? He turned... the echo of his heels the only sound in the THIN AIR.
So the RIOT ACT within his mind had started again. A million thoughts, all screaming, HELP, HELP, coursed through his mind. He felt like some kind of BUSHLEAGUER, THUMBING MY WAY across the country. In his ½ FULL life, this GREEN DISEASE which afflicts so many, had yet to get a grip within him. Jealousy was not on his agenda. As a CROPDUSTER flies low overhead, he sees the GHOST of his past rise up to meet him, on this ARC of a journey. He feels like he has travelled forever. He just wants to GET RIGHT within his soul. He feels like the LOVE BOAT CAPTAIN when he sees her. She opens the door as he approaches. A hesitant smile, and he wants to tell her, “I know I CAN’T KEEP you, YOU ARE yours and I AM MINE”. She meets his gaze and says “I want to SAVE YOU”. He smiles and says “ALL OR NONE”.
For a while it’s fine, then he starts to notice things. He starts to feel COMATOSE. He hears PEARL JAM playing the soundtrack to his life, and wonders why no one else sees it. He sees a MARKER IN THE SAND, watching a BIG WAVE crash down, and believes himself to be UNEMPLOYABLE. He wants to jump without the PARACHUTES, and he knows coming back was a mistake. It’s like he was given some kind of WASTED REPRISE, and instead of taking advantage, he retreats, watches the blood drip from a SEVERED HAND in his mind. She feels like some kind of ARMY RESERVE wife, he’s here but not home. He’s so far GONE, it’s like an INSIDE JOB, only his mind and him, no one else is allowed to enter. He talks about a WORLD WIDE SUICIDE, the nations gone to shit he says. She looks at him and wonders why his seems like such a LIFE WASTED. She wonders why he only pretended to COME BACK.
JEREMY sometimes thinks about the time he was TEN, sitting on the front PORCH, overlooking the GARDEN. When the old man had gone quietly, and he was wondering about so many things. The EVEN FLOW of the tide, about being ALIVE and what it meant, about the DEEP blue OCEANS. He wondered now about the RELEASE the old man must have felt, about the pain his BROTHER must have felt ONCE he left. How everything seemed so BLACK. It was like a REDUX of his life, sitting here, he could hear and feel the BREATH AND A SCREAM that came at the last second. He didn’t know how he had ended up like this. It was like some EVIL LITTLE GOAT had entered his body and taken it over sometimes. He thought about his own child, JUST A GIRL, and thought about the STATE OF LOVE AND TRUST that was needed. He felt like an old man singing a melancholy song, he felt 2000 MILE BLUES. He wanted to change, he needed to change, or WHY GO on?
He’s so much older now. They live here, AMONGST THE WAVES. Long ago he hit the BACKSPACER key on his life. Tried to right his wrongs, and make up for the bad. He tried to be THE FIXER in his own life, and he was happier now. He listened to the FORCE OF NATURE at night, and he thought UNTHOUGHT KNOWNS. Stuff in his head he let it be. No more SUPERSONIC, faster than the SPEED OF SOUND wonderings for him. He let himself JUST BREATH, and it was good. When people would ask him how he did it, he would reply that he GOT SOME happiness. He said to her “I’m GONNA SEE MY FRIEND”, and she smiled at him. It really was ok. Life kept on, and he forgave himself, played himself some JOHNNY GUITAR, and smiled everyday. It was a lesson, and he’d learned.
THE END.
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Tres Mts. Gramercy Theatre 3/26/11
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But it's gonna keep me up ALL NIGHT wondering why YOU didn't include Lost Dogs. IT'S HARD TO IMAGINE and it makes me SAD that it was left out. Now DON'T GIMME NO LIP or you are likely to get an EDUCATION from my two enforcers, DIRTY FRANK and SWEET LEW!
Whose idea was it for the word "Lisp" to have an "S" in it?
Hehe, that's cool. Lost Dogs was excluded purely from laziness. I'm tired (well, kinda overtired really!), and now I think it's time for bed!
Thanks for the comments though people!
looking forward to the lost dogs chapter
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
You could have added the titles from LD, yes, but then you could have added b sides and holiday singles, and it could go on forever and ever.
I think you did an amazing job
Geez I even had tears in my eyes by the time I was finished reading.
Excellent.
jo
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"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Awww, thanks Jo!!
“I know I CAN’T KEEP you, YOU ARE yours and I AM MINE”. She meets his gaze and says “I want to SAVE YOU”. He smiles and says “ALL OR NONE”
Brilliant !
Hey, you mind if I try and then post it here ? I'll be sure to credit you FULLY.
I think that more people should give this a shot.
Truly, this idea is the best thing since slice bread. This could solve world hunger for fuck sakes.
I'm baffled that this can actually happen ... holy giggles batman.
WHAT A THREAD!
stardust1976 deserves back stage passes Vedder.
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