Delores and Josh.
[TRUTHSCOOP. 23/11/15 — 25/7/20. / PLANT A SEED. 24/11/15 — 25/7/20.]
[15:48, ON./ 18:32, OFF.]. To be continued... aka., more 'before midnight'. "God, W * * * * * * " .
Special request, and "Big Up", Russell.
Fidelity to 'First Principles', Delores and Josh.
Can I write something that would encourage someone to listen to this expansive, yet, clear breakdown? Could save us all, a lot, of wasted TIME, 'thinking/talking'?
Instead of listening or talking about It, unaware of the many facts in Josh', and Kevin's, analysis.
In case a reader still, "can't be bothered", or a Mr. Know It-All?
To think have any grasp on any-thing 'C-19'? And.., Not, have heard, the kind of talk, Josh and Kevin struggle to engage about?
Not 'into'?
Fair enough, and fasting from 'C-19', pay No Attention.
Else-wise?
"A-Mr.-Know-It-All". Who doesn't know/'nor me', the contents, of the following conversation:
Unz.com/audio/kbarrett_scientist-josh-mitteldorf-on-covid-heres-how-we-know-were-being-lied-to.
[Commented: 'Thank you, Kevin, Josh, and Ron. Re-posted: Plantaseed.org.uk/delores-and-josh'.]
[Commented: 'Thank you Delores, team and supporters. Massive encouragement. 'Voiced the people's cry'. Re-posted: http://www.plantaseed.org.uk/delores-and-josh'. / ENCOURAGEMENT.
(Apol. Typo.). Should have been in Caps. That, ...Encouraging..]
Josh Mitteldorf.
With, Kevin Barrett.
Not to listen twice? Or even three times?
Why don't we?
And, "the gorgeous, Professor Dolores Cahill", with the hidden and growing minorities' 2020 MESSAGE.
First few minutes? Play, regularly.
Rewind:
Plantaseed.org.uk/Bob-Dylan-Jokerman.
Imagine if Bob, had left the 'Jokerman' vocal files (and/or, reel?), with Sly and Robbie? Bob, doin' his best, 'Ja-Maican':
"Hey man, take this t'yard, re-play, and get y'producer, set the licks alight..."
Imagine, Jokerman, DUBWISE?
Here wasted, ...sorry, 'the backing band':
How about, 'Jokerman-ragga-muffin' style?
Bonus Ball:
A song about Jesus.
Me. /You?
And Jesus.
BOB DYLAN.
Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight.
:
Just a minute before you leave, girl
Just a minute before you touch the door
What is it that you're trying to achieve, girl?
Do you think we can talk about it some more?
You know the streets are filled with vipers
Who've lost all ray of hope
You know, it ain't even safe no more
In the palace of the Pope
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah
Come over here from over there, girl
Sit down here, you can have my chair
I can't see us going anywhere, girl
The only place open is a thousand miles away and I can't take you there
I wish I'd have been a doctor
Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost
Maybe I'd have done some good in the world
'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah
I ain't too good at conversation, girl
So you might not know exactly how I feel
But if I could, I'd bring you to the mountaintop, girl
And build you a house made out of stainless steel
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting
That's like hanging in the loose
My throat starts to tickle and my nose itches
But I know that I can't move
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's gone but the past lives on
Tomorrow's just one step beyond
And I need you, yeah
Who are these people who are walking towards you
Do you know them or will there be a fight?
With their humorless smiles so easy to see through
Can they tell you what's wrong from right?
Or do you remember St. James Street
Where you blew Jackie P.'s mind?
You were so fine, Clark Gable would have fell at your feet
And laid his life on the line
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl
No more booby traps and bombs
No more decadence and charm
No more affection that's been misplaced, girl
No more mud cake creatures lying in your arms
What about that millionaire with the drumsticks in his pants?
He looked so baffled and bewildered
When he played and we didn't dance
Don't fall apart on me tonight
I just don't think that I could handle it
Don't fall apart on me tonight
Yesterday's just a memory
Tomorrow's never what it's supposed to be
And I need you, yeah, you
I need you