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Bob Gibson's 'A Perfect High' (CD)

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LIVING LEGEND
PILGRIM
PRIDE OF MAN
TEN O'CLOCK AND ALL IS WELL
THAT'S THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE
THE WAVES ROLL OUT
TO MORROW
TOO MANY MARTYRS
WELL, WELL, WELL


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northfolk/al cholger 28 Mar 00 - 11:34 AM
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GUEST,Roger in Baltimore 28 Mar 00 - 03:43 PM
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Subject: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: northfolk/al cholger
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 11:34 AM

Far be it from me to only post to those threads that are only political in content...I just bought this CD, and have listened to it over and over, something I am rarely interested in doing...and have appreciated this collaboration of Gibson/Silverstein so much. Take a listen, I hope you like it as much as I do...


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: northfolk/al cholger
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 11:41 AM

before I get a response, my tolerance for listening to this CD is not chemically induced, as might be suggested by the title....


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: Barbara
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 01:38 PM

I thought that it was written entirely by Shel. Does the CD say otherwise? Or do you mean Gibson sings it?
Definitely a powerful song.
Blessings,
Barbara


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: GUEST,Roger in Baltimore
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 03:43 PM

Gee, I always thought this was a poem. It is credited to Shel Silverstein. Perhaps Bob helped with the music. I have enjoyed the tape, "Bob Gibson sings Shel Silverstein."

THE PERFECT HIGH
- or - The Quest of Gimmesome Roy

There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy.
He was nothing like me or you.
'Cause laying back and getting high
Was all he cared to do.
As a kid, he sat in the cellar,
Sniffing airplane glue.
And then he smoked bananas --
Which was then the thing to do.
He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola,
Breathed helium on the sly,
And his life was just one endless search
To find that perfect high.
But grass just made him want to
Lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
And the great things he wrote while he was stoned

Looked like shit in the morning light.
And speed just made him rap all day,
Reds just laid him back,
And Cocaine Rose was sweet to his nose,
But the price nearly broke his back.
He tried PCP and THC,
But they didn't quite do the trick,
And poppers nearly blew his heart
And mushrooms made him sick.
Acid made him see the light,
But he couldn't remember it long.
And hashish was just a little too weak,
And smack was a lot too strong,
And Quaaludes made him stumble,
And booze just made him cry,
Till he heard of a cat named Baba Fats
Who knew of the perfect high.

Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat
Who lived up in Nepal,
High on a craggy mountaintop,
Up a sheer and icy wall.
"But hell," says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy,
And I'll crawl or climb or fly,
But I'll find that guru who'll give me the clue
As to what's the perfect high."
So out and off goes Gimmesome Roy
To the land that knows no time,
Up a trail no man could conquer
To a cliff no man could climb.
For fourteen years he tries that cliff,
Then back down again he slides
Then sits -- and cries -- and climbs again,
Pursuing the perfect high.
He's grinding his teeth, he's coughing blood,
He's aching and shaking and weak,
As starving and sore and bleeding and tore,
He reaches the mountain peak.
And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf,
And he snarls the snarl of a rat,
As there in perfect repose and wearing no clothes --
Sits the godlike Baba Fats.

"What's happening, Fats?" says Roy with joy,
"I've come to state my biz.
I hear you're hip to the perfect trip.
Please tell me what it is.
For you can see," says Roy to he,
"That I'm about to die,
So for my last ride, Fats, how can I
Achieve the perfect high?"
"Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats.
"Here's one more burnt-out soul,
Who's looking for some alchemist
To turn his trip to gold.
But you won't find it in no dealer's stash,
Or on no druggist's shelf.
Son, if you would seek the perfect high --
Find it in yourself."

"Why, you jive motherfucker!" Screamed Gimmesome Roy,
"I've climbed through rain and sleet,
I've lost three fingers off my hands
And four toes off my feet!
I've braved the lair of the polar bear
And tasted the maggot's kiss.
Now, you tell me the high is in myself.
What kind of shit is this?
My ears 'fore they froze off," says Roy,
"Had heard all kind of crap,
But I didn't climb for fourteen years
To listen to that sophomore rap.
And I didn't crawl up here to hear
That the high is on the natch,
So you tell me where the real stuff is
Or I'll kill your guru ass!"

"Ok, OK," says Baba Fats,
"You're forcing it out of me.
There is a land beyond the sun
That's known as Zaboli.
A wretched land of stone and sand
Where snakes and buzzards scream,
And in this devil's garden blooms
The mystic Tzu-Tzu tree.
And every ten years it blooms one flower
As white as the Key West sky,
And he who eats of the Tzu-Tzu flower
Will know the perfect high.
For the rush comes on like a tidal wave
And it hits like the blazing sun.
And the high, it lasts a lifetime
And the down don't ever come.
But the Zaboli land is ruled by a giant
Who stands twelve cubits high.
With eyes of red in his hundred heads,
He waits for the passers-by.
And you must slay the red-eyed giant,
And swim the River of Slime,
Where the mucous beasts, they wait to feast
On those who journey by.
And if you survive the giant and the beasts
And swim that slimy sea,
There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth,
As she guards that Tzu-Tzu tree."
"To hell with your witches and giants," laughs Roy.
"To hell with the beasts of the sea.
As long as the Tzu-Tzu flower blooms,
Some hope still blooms for me."
And with tears of joy in his snow-blind eye,
Roy hands the guru a five,
Then back down the icy mountain he crawls,
Pursuing that perfect high.

"Well, that is that," says Baba Fats,
Sitting back down on his stone,
Facing another thousand years
Of talking to God alone.
"It seems, Lord", says Fats, "it's always the same,
Old men or bright-eyed youth,
It's always easier to sell them some shit
Than it is to give them the truth."

Enjoy the song!

Roger in Baltimore


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: GUEST,Roger in Baltimore
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 03:46 PM

For those interested in the works of Shel, there is a wonderful Web page just filled with his work. Click Here.

Roger in Baltimore,
who hopes he remembered his HTML.


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: northfolk/al cholger
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 06:16 PM

Barbara, The title song/poem was written by Silverstein, the whole CD is performed by Gibson. I bought it because it had the song, Just a Thing I Do-Kathy O'Grady...I think it is a new release. from my point of view there is not a single cut that isn't a great listen.


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Subject: RE: BS: Bob Gibson's A Perfect High
From: Art Thieme
Date: 28 Mar 00 - 08:42 PM

That song IS Bob Gibson ! That was his life.

Art


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