ZTL Ch.5_ ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

 

THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS

CHAPTER 5

ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY

'ONE MAN'S PLAYGROUND IS ANOTHER MAN'S GRAVEYARD'

 

THE BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY & THE BONES OF BRIAN JONES
‘MEMORIA EST LARGITATE’
Roberto DiGiovanni was a Direct Descendent on his mother’s side of the legendary and fabled COUNT DRACULA.
He was a favored son of the Countess Matilda Von Brandt who curated museums, cultivated music and hailed from an ancient house of Esterhazy lineage, with the privilege and responsibility therein attached.
She bore her son in the lovely town of Torino (Turin), and in turn raised him in the knowledge of his Italian father’s ways. By trade his father were a research scientist as well as a hematologist specializing in plasma and cell count transfers, which he could also do across disparate species.
 
One could say without reserve that for Roberto DiGiovanni, Blood Work was in his Bloodline. He had been briefed in the seminal work of, among other distinguished scientists, the famed Austro-Hungarian physician Moritz KAPOSI, though he would forego being ‘Aided’ by what he saw as KAPOSI’S SARCASM.*
 
And He Would Inherit from his Mother, the need to Curate & Preserve.
 
As a member in Good Standing of the ZOOATHALON’S ‘ZIP’ program (Zooathalon Incarnation Plan), Roberto swore allegiance to Zooathalon from Zero to Zenith if need be. It Was A Great Insurance Policy To Have.
 
The ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS had No Such Plan to offer, since by inclination, they kept their knowledge to themselves; their COVERT was always Overt, So You Had to Stay Alert. Yet, as a Participant of the Round Table that is the COUNCIL OF PHARAOHS, DiGiovanni was Pledged to Neutrality.
 
The Council of Pharaohs met in a Crystalline Chamber far beneath the Center Belly of THE SPHINX where it intersected in interdimensional overlaps with the DELTA OF SATURN, from wherein the first soil of Earth came, hatched by Saturn’s Rings.
 
The Council were composed of Galactic Past Masters who met in the great hall of the venerated Sphinx, one of the first Heliogenesis Generators on earth, right on the Sacred Sands whose Penumbra the Pyramids share, and many of whom did actually spend time On The Throne or in the Shadow of Pharaohs in the days of future passed.
 
And for the Council, their concern for the Zooathalon did not supersede that of the ZUGEBRIAN MENACE. For the Pharaohs, their Main Purpose was always the Maintenance Of Balance.
 
Otherwise, with balance Beaten Back by Bandages & Broken Bones; the affect on Karma and Cosmic Consequence would be devastating and like a wave escalating the damnation of nations and their spoils.
 
Erasing All Memory in its Obliterating Wake.
 
With his personal SCARABEO, the Private Pod Time Transport Regenerating Vehicle given to the Warriors
and Defenders of Zooathalon, he could enter into the lower dimensions of the Sphinx,
a universal portal and nexus throughout all Gravity fields & holographic links
where future concepts are stored as well as all Ancient Seeds of Science.
 
THE SPHINX IS A COSMIC ‘CROSSROADS’ DEVICE.
 
And As A Favored Son of his Mother’s Gleam, once within the Great Device,
(Also known as the Heart of the Dread Lion), seated with his Brethren,
He BECOMES AGAIN HIS ANCESTOR, the Elusive and Inscrutable Count Dracula.
 
It were Decided by the Council that for the Balance of Life to be Maintained at Workable Levels of Progress as it involved the Growth of Civilizations, even those doomed to be Oppressed; that it would be Necessary to Support the Zooathalon’s Attempt at Restoration and Purchase back the blood of ROBERT JOHNSON from the BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY.
 
The Mold of his Framework Could Then Be Reestablished.
And if Broken, Recast.
 
As a member of a BLOOD CULT longstanding, it fell to Lord Dracula, chastened as Gatekeeper of the Blood Bank housed in one of the more subterranean levels of the Sphinx, to make certain Beyond All Doubt that the DNA, but most importantly What Blood Remained of Robert Johnson be taken and placed into safe and friendly hands.
 
DNA may be joined to Resurrection, but unlike blood, Cannot Stand on its Own.
Even on its own, Blood Has A Resonance that may still impact upon the Atomic atmosphere around it.
 
In order to Extract his Deed Most Expeditiously, the Count Would Have to, of necessity utilize his Genetic Connection to Roberto DiGiovanni in Traversing Wormholes attached magnetically to the Transvertical Planes Of the BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY.
 
The ‘Black Market Death Lottery’ was a racket Entirely Controlled by the Zugebrian Time Lords, promoters of Blood & Death Cult Worship Societies since the roots of their formation, and which they have spread with Missionary Zeal across the Galaxies that they’ve bent into forms of conquest.
 
Their ‘Systems Apparatus’ were more than capable of literally Plucking People from the Human Timeline, like Chickens and either replacing them, or allowing to Coalesce, A Rent in the Mirror of the Mind as it Relates to Matter and the Domino Effect of Experiences Disabled, Diminished, Discontinued.
Which Invite Vacuums Invaded by Convention, and An Unceasing Circular Logic that wraps around itself UNTIL IT CHOKES.
 
Blood Sacrifices to them were taught in Order to Appease the TIME LORDS & to Deter the Shedding of Further Liquid Fire.
 
Roberto’s SCARABEO would suffice in securing his entry into the Zugebrian’s
Nefarious and Stained Domains. He Played No Favorites;
There Were No Passes,
He only sought what was Right for the
Axis That Tilts between
Black & White, Dark & light.
 
‘There must always be room for Gray.
Not all that Hides in the Shallows of Sullen Tides
Seeks to Spoil Illusion, At least not while it Rides
And Sea Shells are in Sight; which help avoid Confusion,
And keep depression slight while Inertia Holds Sway.
For some of What Lurks between the Hems of Fate’s Curtains
Are but Tomorrow’s Plates; Uneven Gems,
& Other Unfaceted Burdens
At the edge of night;
Solutions to unfold again when the moon comes
Out to play, with some Hurt displayed
From the Raw Fabric of Reason.
From whose Perks I’m certain our Hymns
Are Sung Today
Inserted from a floating perch
While our Sons Await their Season’.
 
And somehow, the Name That Christened His Scarabeo:
‘THE BONES OF BRIAN JONES’, only served to anchor his Mission into an Ironic, though no less Dangerous Parallel World, for Brian Jones was a Musician and Hero to Roberto who’d Acknowledged his Time’s Commitment to the Titanic Crossroads Figure born from the Swelling Tides of the mighty Mississippi River Delta, never a Stone’s Throw away from any Minstrel’s ministry.
 
While the Bodies of Many Men Were Washed Up On Its’ Shores, Before They Even Got There.
The same Banks which gave Birth to the progeny of Stagger Lee.
 
Who the River Failed to Baptize it KILLED.
 
Concealed in CANOPIC JARS retained below the PYRAMIDS adjacent to the King’s Corridor were fragments of the Events of Troubadours Contained such as Son House, Leadbelly, Woody Guthrie and Hank Williams, Syd Barrett, Bob Marley. Paul Bunyan and John Henry. Such as were the same with Amelia Earhart. It had been the ZUGEBRIANS who’d intercepted the plane from which she’d vanished.
 
And through the Backward Glances of Life’s Distant Gaze, History Repeats its Conquests.
 
One way or another, Roberto DiGIOVANNI would find a New House for ROBERT JOHNSON, a ‘Casa Nova’, and recapture his plasma for the time when life was ready once again to receive him in its fulsome midst.
 
Once the Black Market Death Lottery Named Its Price and released its Grip,
JOHNSON’S Hemoglobin and Plasma Would Be Kept in the Vaunted Repository of the Sphinx with the possibility existing that its location would only serve to mitigate time waves and bring the Memphis’ in Egypt and in Tennessee that much closer, as well as the North pole with the South, while restoring memory to Earth and its Furrows. (After which he thought to himself): ‘And Then We Can All Go Home!’
 
‘Memoria Est Largitate’ it says in Latin: MEMORY IS BOUNTY!
The Council of Pharaohs would be pleased with results.
 
The Folds of Motion & Space are Enhanced by Blood, and Paid for in Kind.
 
If his ‘Scarabeo’ got lost, stranded or struck by some strange stroke straddling the straits of misfortune While Being Catapulted through the Curved and Winding Vortexes of time intervention, with all of its Fluxing Variants & Nebulous Crevices waiting to derail an Astronaut of Inner Space, Roberto DiGiovanni could always remember to call upon and follow like those before him, THE WHITE RABBIT, a specialist in Wormhole Engineering of renown for Lost Sheep the galaxy throughout.
 
Roberto’s father inculcated him into the Endless Mysteries of Plasma.
We know that sometimes ‘Plasma Screams’.
And he knew that SOMETIMES IT PAYS TO BE THE FUNGUS THAT FITS THE MOLD.
 
His Truth Were in his Chromosomes,
As Were the Bones of Brian Jones.
 
…meanwhile, in the tiny Mediterranean fishing village of ‘PORTO SANGUE’
A New Life was Awaiting Birth, of an Italian noble mother and a willful American father,
himself a bastard son from the house of Robert Johnson and his wandering, traveling, dystopian shoes.
 
* Moritz Kaposi of AIDS & Kaposi’s Sarcoma.
 
Written by Sananda Maitreya.
Edited by ‘W. Marmoset Yarn’.
 
*A left hook to the body is better than a Punjab in your face- ‘W. Marmoset Yarn’.
 
THE RISE OF THE ZUGEBRIAN TIME LORDS
Chapter 5
ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY
 
All songs Written, Produced, Arranged & Performed by Sananda Maitreya.
All songs Recorded & Engineered by Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri.
All songs Mixed by ‘Sergente’ & Sananda.
All songs Recorded for TreeHouse Publishing at TreeHouse Studio in Milano Italy over several days between
3 November- 27 November 2014 as we found the time Expedient & Available.
 
All instruments played by Sananda Maitreya in real time and not by computers, with all due respect.
No Songs were Written by Computer Science, but by what Intuition & Skill Spirit and Experience has Given Us Which has Not Yet Been Dulled By Life in these technological and heavily cynical times. JOHN HENRY died trying to keep pace with a machine built to replace him. In my next life, I shall come back as an APP.
 
But As For Now, I will be damned if I will be replaced by or even pay attention to, a ‘Songwriting Program’ on a computer, which in my humble estimation, is for pussies.
 
Algorithm & Blues Anyone?
Hello, are we still here?
Oh yes, the Rise of the Zugebrian Time Lords, it all makes sense now.
 
SONGS:
1-Paradise Postponed Prelude  (4:15)
2-They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson  (3:15)
3-Never Trust A Man Like Me  (3:00)
4-Mr. Casanova  (3:44)
5-We Can All Go Home  (3:33)
6-Andiamo Tutti A Casa  (0:50)
 
Lyrics & Credits:
ROBERT JOHNSON 2: BLACK MARKET DEATH LOTTERY
 
Song 1:
PARADISE POSTPONED PRELUDE (4:15)
 
Piano: Sananda
 
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Song 2:

THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON (3:15)
 
Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,
Percussion, Organ, Strings, Horns, Vocals: Sananda
 
THEY WENT BACK IN TIME & KILLED ROBERT JOHNSON
 
They Went Back In Time
They Went Back In Time
They Went Back
 
No More Cat & the Fiddle
No More Piggy in the Middle
But a Fable & a Riddle
 
They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee
And put the Burden on his family tree
They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
And wiped away his history
While the Killers collected their fee
From the Black Market Death Lottery
 
No More Eggs & Francis Bacon
No More Chances to be taken
And What if they were Faking?
 
They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
And they Blamed it all on Stagger Lee
And put the Burden on his family tree
They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
And they Stole John Henry’s seed
While the Killers collected their fee
From the Black Market Death Lottery
 
No More Blues or Paul Bunyan
And ol’ Hank Williams’ Engine Running
With both Blazes Gunning
 
They Went Back In Time & Killed Robert Johnson
And Then They changed all the Scenery
And let the Finger Point at Stagger Lee
They Rocked the Pockets when they Killed Robert Johnson
He saw Chuck Berry once in a dream
While the Killers collected their fee
From the Black Market Death Lottery
 
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Song 3:
NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME (3:00)
 
Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,
Percussion, Piano, Organ, Vocals: Sananda
 
NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME
 
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
I Once Had A Big Fight
With the One they call Lucifer
It Was a Tug of War; He got Mad at my Light
And didn’t know what I Called him a Loser For
I took his Sheep & Stole his girl
Though I Could Never Quite Get Used to Her
Describe the Madness You See (&)
They call YOU Crazy!
 
NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
Step Back in Time through Stone
They Call You Righteous,
But I Thought You Left Us
Statues & Columns Dance
When you Stroke them from the Ruins
And Give them a Chance
I Am A Tumbleweed
That’s my undoing,
The Dust of John Henry’s Seed
But You’re a Lamb
And I’ll make you bleed
 
NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
Captain America
Had Much Less HYSTERIA (!)
After They Stabilized Him
‘Cause he saw Esau
By the See Saw
With the man in Arkansas
Dressed in Blue again
Captain Courageous’ flaw
Was TOO Contagious
For his Next of Kin
So He Shaved
And he Shed his Skin
 
NEVER TRUST A MAN LIKE ME
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
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Song 4:
MR. CASANOVA (3:44)
 
Drums, Bass, Percussion, 12 String Acoustics, Electric Guitars, Electric Sitar,
Flutes, Violas, Glockenspiel, Bells, Vocals: Sananda
 
MR. CASANOVA
 
You Know It’s Over
With Roberta Johansson
Mr. Casanova
 
Roberta Johansson is
A Relative of Mine from the ‘Biz’
She makes the Camera Glow
That’s why She’s a Face that you know
And That’s Why You Gotta Go
 
You Know It’s Over
With Roberta Johansson
Mr. Casanova
 
Take A Hike
Get on your Bike
It’s Over
She Needs A Lover
Not Another
Mr. Casanova
Take the Hint
You’re Meant to Go
You’re Through
She Needs you like
She Needs a Broken Heel
On Her Shoe
 
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
She Will Carry Your Wine
But she can’t carry your Water
Face to Face in the Rain
Jealousy is what causes pain
And the Red Hat of Hatred
 
You Know It’s Over
With Roberta Johansson
Mr. Casanova
 
Take A Hike
Get on your Bike
It’s Over
She Needs A Lover
Not Another
Mr. Casanova
Take the Hint
You’re Meant to Go
You’re Through
She Needs you like
She Needs a Broken Heel
On Her Shoe
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
Heartbreak As It Begins
Is the Original Sin
Heaven is in your Heart
So Jump like a kangaroo
And take yourself to a Zoo
 
You Know It’s Over
With Roberta Johansson
Mr. Casanova
 
Take A Hike
Get on your Bike
It’s Over
She Needs A Lover
Not Another
Mr. Casanova
Make Sure the Highway
Doesn’t fly Away
When It Gets To You
She Needs you like
She Needs a Broken Heel
On Her Shoe
 
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
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Song 5:
MR.  WE CAN ALL GO HOME (3:33)
 
Drums, Bass, Nylon Guitars, 12 String Acoustic Guitars, Electric Guitars, Slide Guitar,
Percussion, Strings, Mellotron Flutes, Moog Synthesizer, Vocals: Sananda
 
MR.  WE CAN ALL GO HOME
 
Hey Fella
Say what you gotta say
‘Cause we don’t have that much
Time left today
Hey Fella
Tell us what do you see
Who’s Next on the
Black Market Death Lottery?
Say it’s not You or Me
 
And Then We Can All Go Home
We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
Home is Where I Keep my Lock & Key
So Say it Quick, I’ve Got a Family
 
Hey Fella
Go ahead and make a speech
For the people
That you’re trying to reach
Keep it short
And Please Try to Keep it Clean
And make it rhyme
Unless you’re speaking for the Queen
And say What you Really mean
 
And Then We Can All Go Home
We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
Home is Where I Keep my Sanity
So say it Quick I’ve Got a Family
 
Robert Johnson
Stopped by this way before
He didn’t speak
That’s what his Guitar was for
So what are You waiting for?
 
And Then We Can All Go Home
We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
And Then We Can All Go Home
Home is Where I Keep my Memories
So Say it Quick I’ve Got a Family
 
(Baa-Baa-Baa)
 
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Song/Pezzo 6:
ANDIAMO TUTTI A CASA (0:50)
 
Nylon Guitar, Vocal: Sananda
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Thanks to Spirit for its Guidance & Protection.
Thanks to the Muse for her Inspiration & Encouragement.
Thanks to Matteo Sandri for his Professionalism & Clarity.
Thanks to Francesca Francone Maitreya for her Love & Support.
And to YOU for your Time & Attention!
 
And remember, the Question is not in Whether or Not You Are a Lost Sheep, but in How Much You Can Get for the Wool. It is always about the Price Of the Wool, whether you be Lost OR Found.
(Baa-Baa-Baa).
 
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