We know what you're thinking...."Why the heck is there a new blog post from notquitelc? Haven't those two hooligans been back on dry land for months now?" Well, you can't get rid of us that easily.
Just kidding. You came really close to getting rid of us that easily. Hence why you haven't heard from us for so long. But lucky for you, our man Richard Zielinski recently reached out to share a poem he had written.... What's that? You don't remember Big Z? Well stop what you are doing right now and re-introduce yourself to one of the most legendary characters from our trip.
Welcome back. Felt good to re-live an ol' notquitelc blog post didn't it?... Well, now that we're all caught up on the King of Ste. Genevieve, we wanted to share with you the poem that Richard shared with us. We really enjoyed it and thought you may too. We also thought you would enjoy the opportunity to better get to know one of the more important figures from our trip..
It's not the greatest quality video, and we weren't tech savy enough to put captions over the video, so check out the full written poem below.
RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES (With apologies to Steve Goodman's song "You Don't Have To Call Me Darlin' - Jerry Jeff Walker's version, and oh yeah, Arlo Guthrie too.)
Is an airplane still an airplane if it hasn't any wings? Is a caged bird still a song bird if you never let it sing? Is a mountain still a mountain if it's worn into the ground? Will you plead the next amendment when he comes to shoot you down?
Welcome aboard my wingless plane, everybody cheer! Cover up that birdcage no songs here. I'll climb that mighty mountain that's eroded through the years, And tweet your next disaster: Falling bodies, widow's tears.
Will you praise the thieves and hucksters while they deal their crooked game? And steal your Grandkids pension and cheat their way to fame? Will you turn away when the reaper knocks on that family's door And sentences them to the streets of Hell for the crime of being poor?
Well hop aboard my wingless plane, everybody cheer! Cover up that birdcage, no songs here. I'll climb that mighty mountain that's eroded through the years, And tweet your next disaster: Murdered students, classmate tears.
So don't you think that maybe we should not just go along? Find someone responsible for what has gone wrong? Yes now's the time for accusations so let me make this clear, Just be sure when you point to the fool you're not looking in the mirror.
And jump aboard my wingless plane, everybody cheer! Cover up that birdcage, no songs here. I'll scale that mighty mountain that's eroded through the years, And tweet one more disaster . . . Shot up churches, angel tears.
(Now this next part should be said with an exaggerated Southern/Texan accent) My name is Richard Zielinski and this is the first ,thing I wrote on my new smart aleck phone. So I e-mailed it to my good friend Trent Fontenella and told him that I thought I had written the perfect social/political folk protest song for the two-thousand and teens. Well he messaged me back and said that he didn't think I had because I never said nothin' about Mama, the greedy tax fueled money grab by the one-percenters, the manipulation, coersion and control of the media, the blatant ignorance of the scientific fact of climate change . . . or gettin' drunk. So I decided to re-write the refrain and I'll give it to you as soon as it comes around here on my guitar . . .
So come aboard my wingless plane, first class gets free beer! Cover up that birdcage, fake news there. And look that's not erosion, that's unreasonable fear. I'll nuke one last disaster, burnt crisp babies, mother's tears