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Wednesday, February 28, 2018

NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE



I wrote this song hitchhiking across Canada. I started in Toronto, passed thru north-western Ontario, then on to Winnipeg, then across the prairies... into the mountains - up and over, coasting down the Fraser Valley to Vancouver... then to the west coast of Vancouver Island. Then, soon as we tasted the Pacific Ocean, we turned around and hitched back all the way into Northern Quebec... Chicutami, Chibougameau (SP?) ...round the Gaspe, up to Sidney... and on and on and finally back to North Bay. That's when I wrote this song... eventually, I'd lie back against a road sign and I didn't care if I got a ride or not... Then the song came to me. (C)2017 by W.G.Milne. I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar and harmonica. Peter Rowland was the engineer & also played great lead guitar.
The idea was that the song should sound like the waves coming in and the waves going out --- at equal tempo. Not a normal rhythm for a Western song. Song is called, 'NOWHERE TO GO BUT WHERE YOU ARE." This is the take with no mixed songs.**
Hope you enjoy it. Cheers!😉😉


To be released with my next album, "WILD KINGDOM".
See many of the songs that will be on that album at William
Milne Channel on You Tube.






   ( C    ) 1988-2018 by W.G. Milne

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

ONCE AND NOW




it's 3:00 A.M.
time is in limbo,
bardo
I think of riding
my motorcycle along
a paved road in the
country one Sunday
morning

I think of howling
through a village at 4:00 A.M.
at 120 mph
in my forest green
Volvo
sports car
the village silent
as wind through
a field

I think of standing
in  the bow of
a ship bounding through
the luxurious large
30 foot waves of the
sunny Pacific

... after the typhon
not moving towards
the typhon
but cruising away

I think of the gorgeous
full-bodied woman
lowering herself
down on the large bulb
of the gear shift
at 90 mph
up highway 11
at 2:30 A.M.
gearing down 
for the vibrations
and the passion 


now time is in the
bardo
not moving towards
nor away
from 
anything

I no longer have
the motorcycle;
I no longer have
my house in the
country

the gorgeous woman
is no longer
with me

I no longer have
a ship to sail proudly
west into the setting
sun of the Pacific
Ocean

what we have
we lose

what once was
becomes now
in limbo
between the hours
I have nothing
but this
easy peace

no longer getting
and spending
acquiring and
defending...

what a relief
it is.





(C)2018 by W.G. Milne








THIS HARD OLD ROAD -




         A song about growing up into the place where you are.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

WRITING WITH THE LORD OF HOSTS





         And I'd sit on the edge of the cliff,
my spine straight, and let my mind clear,
let the internal Eternal River Ganges 
wash all thoughts clean... I truly
became the empty vessel.
          Twenty or so minutes later (I had
no sense of time during moments like that)
I'd look at the text again... and as I
looked once more closely at the text
the clouds would open and the sun would blaze
down upon the pages and I'd start to write.
          When I felt the holy Presence,
I went back to work... and my hand flowed
and His Hand wrote... and some time
later I'd put the book down.
           I'd  return from the City of the ancient words,
the primordial  City which was becoming
the future  Holy City on a hill. The
two times merged into One Present time,
as they always do when one is deep
in meditation. 
           The ancient was redeemed by the new,
and the new was washed clean by these
ancient words of Truth.
           Ancient Jerusalem was becoming
New Jerusalem, and the bells were ringing
in the mind of God;  and some kind
of glory was taking place around me.
The sky opened and the angels were singing.
            There were times when I was
afraid to take my eyes from the page
of the book, and look around me. I was
afraid of what I would become.










(C) 1980-2018 BY W.G. Milne

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

"UP UP UP" - JOHNNY ROCK AND THE MAINSTREET BAND


A number of PUNK BANKS opened for JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS in the punk era... I liked punk music and it's simplified, raw values.
         One such band was the BIFFS. They
sang a song they wrote called: "I BROKE MY MOTHER'S CORNING WARE AND NOW I HAVE TO PAY!"
         One or two women from the Ontario College of Art showed up to some of these performances wearing nothing but cellophane... Playing hot songs can get you worked up big time some nights.
And to see these naked women --- well, I found it to be a moving experience, to say the least.
       These were the days before when women started lining up at the stage.
        "UP UP UP" is a raw hot rock song --- a song that reflected the struggle to survive through extreme psychological difficulties of smothering expectations... problems that almost smothered me completely.
         But if you persist in your deviant beloved dreams, chances are that all those mine captains
will give up on trying to change your nature...
         Be stubborn. Never let go of what you love.
Following your dreams and what you love, this is the path to freedom.

                           ***********

Thursday, February 15, 2018

JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS live at Wylders - ACID RAIN




This is recorded live on the stage at Wylders, towards the end of a year.  A taste or Rock-Reggae!    JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS   (also known as The Batch)


You can hear more songs by JOHNNY ROCK AND THE ANGELS on The William Milne Channel on You Tube - lots more songs there. 

Hope you enjoy.

Photo Art by KLGE   Paintings by Johnny Rock/B. Milne


as to this song:

(C)2018 by W.G. Milne
All rights reserved

THE RULE OF ONE






The Eye with which we see God,

Is the Eye with which we are seen.

As we know, so are we known,

As we forgive, so are we forgiven.

As we have given gifts,

So there is much that we are given.

And as we grow to love,

O how we are loved and forgiven,

Even before we have knelt to pray.
















(C)2018 BY W.G. Milne

Thursday, February 8, 2018

The City




Having been to the end of the night,
Having touched the dawn that meets
        the city lights
         neon, real
          the turning of a wheel
Annihilating
         the chatter under the fluorescence
         the clatter of feet on cobbled streets
         ancient city's dreams,
Here unrealized, unredeemed, the time
         what was that ancient's cry?
What were your words, distant friend,
         so far into the dusk, so long
         gone upon the river's side
          like sludge that washes the shores
         of Thames, old friends what was your cry?
Why did your voice rise?
Or was it nothingness I always heard,
         empty in a word?

Ancients, I know I heard you speak.
          I hear you beside me now, upon
          these streets
          by this water's shore;
          I heard you would go journeying...

Then let it be
          come walk with me, this way
          upon the ancient city
           her breath of fire upon the day,
           burning lady
            dressed half-way;
            raise your legs,
            we will not tarry, longer than to
            plant a kiss; we have all been
            through this, day upon day; we need
            to make a new way across the waves.

The dawn meets the grey
            of towers
             the river, silently
              the ghostly eyes behind the skull
               that beheld your city.





(C)1980-2018 by W.G. Milne

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

HOW TO GET MEDIA ATTENTION WHEN YOU'RE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT

HOW TO GET MEDIA ATTENTION WHEN YOU’RE RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT
________________________________________________________

(1) SAY OR DO SOMETHING OUTRAGEOUS.

(2) There will be a furor, an outraged protest
about what you have said or done
INSULT THE PROTESTERS!

(3) When various groups come out against you,
and even more  of the same ethnic groups
start to hate you…
INSULT THEIR PARENTAGE!
 BERATE AND MOCK AND INSULT THIS TYPE OF PEOPLE,
STRESS THEIR  INADEQUACIES!!
  MAKE FUN OF THEIR LAUGHABLE LACK OF MECHANICAL SKILLS…
INSULT THE QUALITY OF THE ROTTEN CARS THEY MAKE AND
DRIVE


(4) When asked by the press what the hell you think you’re doing,
explain to the reporters that they are not well enough educated
to even write a sentence properly. State that their editors,
all of them, are mentally challenged; and the owners are
so insufficient financially, that: “THEY COULDN’T EVEN RUN
A SHOESHINE PARLOR!”
THEN OFFER PROOF OF WHAT YOU SAY!

(5 )  When people scream that you are a racist… Put on a show,
LOOK PERPLEXED, AS IF YOU ARE THINKING ON THE MATTER.
DON’T CLARIFY. DO NOT EXPLAIN…DISAVOW!!
THEN MAKE A STATEMENT THAT IS OBVIOUSLY UNTRUE.

(6) Enjoy a quiet interlude, have cognac for
a few hours… watch cable T.V.
CALL UP A TELEVISION STATION AND INSULT A POPULAR
FEMALE NEWS ANCHOR. TELL HER SHE’S TOO STUPID
TO READ THE NEWS, SAY YOU CAN SEE HER ARTICULATION
SLIPPING!
TELL HER YOU’LL GIVE HER A JOB ANYWAY…
YOU’LL PAY HER PLENTY TO COME  OVER TO YOUR HOTEL
AND MASSAGE YOUR FEET FOR A FEW HOURS…

(5) BE SURE TO INSULT YOUR POLITICAL OPPONENTS.
EVERY CHANCE YOU GET, CALL ONE OF THEM A LIAR!
STRESS THAT YOUR OTHER OPPONENT IS TOO SMALL
OF STATURE TO EVER BE PRESIDENT, AND HIS BRAIN IS
TOO SMALL   TO CONSIDER  BIG ISSUES.

(5) BE SURE TO INSULT YOUR POLITICAL OPPONENTS.
EVERY CHANCE YOU GET, CALL ONE OF THEM A LIAR!
STRESS THAT YOUR OTHER OPPONENT IS TOO SMALL
OF STATURE TO EVER BE PRESIDENT, AND HIS BRAIN IS
TOO SMALL   TO CONSIDER  BIG ISSUES.

Hire extra security and learn to duck quickly

(6) GO BACK TO NUMBER 1
AND REPEAT ALL FIVE STEPS
DAILY.


(C)2016 by W.g. Milne