Phelps looks back over the years of deceit. He recalls the decades of communing with his fellow humans, sharing meals, delivering insights that he didn't believe, nudging the conversations towards subjects that might open doors that exposed the inner workings of the enemy- which enemy ?- find words that might loosen tongues, might give him a leg up. Even high on truth serum psychedelics like peyote and san Pedro, squatting on dirt floor shacks, disappearing into rain forests and deserts living with people untouched by the US policy, Phelps was able to maneuver and compartmentalize his words and actions. He breathes deeply and considers his previous deeds and feels that simply being human is winning the lottery of life. He laughs at being called an "acid fascist" by US ex-pat hippies.
And, after years of being clever personified, Phelps sees the duality and laughs as he comes to grips with knowing nothing. The perfect mind state beyond morality, beyond philosophy, while knowing the ancients, knowing the math, knowing the hidden Malthus behind the screen somewhere in his DNA, squiggling and smurfing through human potential in the dance with chlorophyll as choreographed by
the gods of Mt Olympus- his benefactors. He no longer knows why, no longer questions.
In New Orleans post-Hurricane Katrina, through the disaster of the New New Orleans, Phelps drinks in the neighborhood bars, keeping an eye out on scammers and bunco artists in town to help themselves in the disaster capitalism schemes. He hears this often, "there was nothing here before we got here."
He knows that when the rats come out and shriek at the river, a hurricane is imminent and it's time to move on.
lyrics
I know what I've asked for in ignorance and pain
what I‘ve received cant be measured
Witness San Pedro rainforest of green
the sky of time regressing to the mean
Yes I know Yes I know
Yes I know Nothing
life by the numbers, the forever wars
imagination you can't bargain for
I see mescalito bottled in time
offering clues burning daylight
yes, i'm slow slow to go
on the journey to nothing
The occupying soldiers smoke
drink beer and lament Post K duty
They miss their providential nonessential beings
The jukebox plays "tangled up in blue"
5 times in a row
played by a guy from Delacroix laying money on video poker
homeless drifting, his town washed away
the song brought him home
even if Bob Dylan mispronounced Delacroix
San Pedro keeps watch protects us tonight
from the migration patterns of vermin and birds
and I would shake off my humanity given the slightest chance
Yes I know Yes I know Yes I know Nothing
credits
from Goo Seneck,
released January 26, 2023
James Alsanders Carol Berzas jr Joe Cabral
BC Coogan Anthony Cuccia Amy Trail
mark Bingham
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