Remembered John Bruce Stump Speech #1
Greetings from Asbury Park, NJ
For Occupy-ers everywhere
He shouted through the car window that he was going up to New York City. I had heard plenty of promises before – Broadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown train where $1 billion was cut. They only added a little bit back this year because it's an election year. Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk "integrity, integrity, integrity." Those are the three words that she left me with. There just wasn't a lot of interest in hearing original music, which is what I mainly played, so I was sitting on the front steps.
I'd been going through some hard times for a while, and I planned, once again, to leave the state hit-and-run, plead sanctuary 'neath a holy stone they hide around the world the idea of working within the system. I am certainly getting at the end of my generation, because I have been here an awfully long time, been used so much, and many people have lost the wish to start all over. Those songs require too much attention for a crowded bar on a Saturday night. Oh you don't know what they can do to the younger generation-- rushed to war without planning for what happens afterwards -- wouldn't even give me time to cover my tracks and make this system operate.
I really believe if we can stop this, I certainly expect to do everything. Comb my hair till it's just right and command the night brigades, young and old, who took time to travel, time off from work, their own vacation time, to work in states far and wide. They braved the hot days of summer and the cold days of the fall and the winter to knock on doors because they were determined to open the doors of all we can with all our limitations. One of the things we've done is we've taken to beginning to transform. Madman drummers, bummers and Indians in the summer. With teenage diplomatic efforts under way, they just decided the time for diplomacy is over. We don't need mass armies anymore, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving economies.
I want to work to find something that's indelible. Like that Christmas Tinker and I drove cross country in Volkswagen vans with full running boards dragging great anchors of this country. We were going to free ourselves from this dependency, and I never wrote in that style again.