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July 10, 2016


Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 5:53 pm

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s  Vineyard and the cloudy, misty, breezy, magnificent island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this clearing, yet unsettled late Sunday afternoon, The Tenth Day of July, 2016, broadcasting LIVE once again from ‘down on the docks’ of historic Hyannis Harbor… This week end almost in the books, winding down as the many “Planes, Trains and Automobiles” ferry all the good people who paid us a visit back home to the places where they lay their heads at night… Thanks for visiting, come back real soon!

We will, as always, leave that LIGHT on for ya!

Hopefully not going back to “the things of man…”

But, if you are, beware! For apparently “it” is rife, rotten and ripe with what rock band “Dire Straits”–hailing from Great Britain–communicated musically many, many moons ago, Mark Knopfler’s voice and guitar articulating that…

“Industrial Disease!”

“…Warning lights are flashing down at quality control, somebody threw a spanner, and they threw him in a hole.

There’s rumors in the loading bay, there’s anger in the town, somebody’s blown the whistle and the walls are coming down.

There’s a meeting in the boardroom, they’re trying to trace the smell, there’s a leaking in the washroom, there’s a sneak in personnel, somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze’

goodness me could this be Industrial Disease?

The care taker was crucified for sleeping at his post, they’re refusing to be pacified, it’s him they blame the most…

The watchdog’s got rabies, the foreman’s got fleas,

and everyone’s concerned about Industrial Disease…

There’s a panic on the switchboard, tongues are tied in knots, some come out in sympathy, some come out in spots, some blame the management, some the employees, and everybody knows it’s Industrial Disease…

The workforce is disgusted, downs tools and walks; Innocence is injured, experience just talks…

Everyone seeks damages, and everyone agrees, that these are ‘classic examples of a monetary squeeze…

On ITV and BBC they talk about the curse, philosophy is useless, theology is worse.

History boils over, there’s an economic freeze,

sociologists invent words that mean “Industrial Disease”…

Doctor Parkinson declared ‘I’m not surprised to see you here, you’ve got smoker’s cough from smoking, brewer’s droop from drinking beer.  I don’t know how you cam to get the Betty Davis knees, but worst of all young man you’ve got Industrial Disease…

He wrote me a prescription, he said ‘you are depressed, but I’m glad you came to see me to get this off your chest, come back later–next patient please…,

send in another victim of Industrial Disease


I go down to Speaker’s corner, I’m thunder struck…

They’ve got free speech, tourists, police in trucks,

two men say they’re Jesus, one of them must be wrong.

There’s a protest singer singing a protest song-he says

‘they wanna have a war to keep us on our knees,

they want to have a war to keep they’re factories,

they want to have a war to stop us buying Japanese,

they want to have a war to stop Industrial Disease…

They’re pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind,

they want to sap your energy,

incarcerate your mind…

They give you Rule Brittania, gassy beer, page three,

two weeks in Espana and Sunday strip tease…

Meanwhile, the first Jesus says, ‘I’d cure it soon’; abolish Monday mornings and Friday afternoons…

The other one’s on hunger strike, he’s dying of degrees,

how come Jesus gets Industrial Disease?”


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