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Hello world. I hope everyone is having a nice holiday season and spending time with family. I wanted to write something about the rumor of blue or turqoise beads being present in Jim's original necklace that he wore during Joel Brodsky's photo shoot in September 1967. A color version (as opposed to black and white) of one of the photo shoot's picture has surfaced, and the middle green bead appears to be turqoise. This photo was recently emailed to me, I've attached it below:
Now, if you visit my about page, I talk about what the colors mean. Earthy (represented by brown and green), spiritual (white) and mysterious (black). This interpretation is not my opinion. It comes from a very reliable source which I wish to keep anonymous for now. In my opinion the green center bead appears to be turquoise from light reflection. Also I spoke with fellow bead maker YaYa Shop and they were also in agreeance with me.
What does everyone else think about this, especially after reading the above paragraph? Let me know your thoughts.
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Hello everyone. I hope you are happy that the summer months are about to come upon us. I know I am.
Today I am presenting my newest design in the Mojo's Beads collection. It is the same necklace as the "Jimbo", which is a replica of Jim's necklace, however I made it with smaller beads and white cord color, which is how Jim's necklace as made. So with this Jimbo Young Lion design, you get an exact replica. A high level of detail went into this design, and I am proud to be the only one in the world (as of today) to make Jim's necklace exactly as it was made in 1967.
So have fun, enjoy the summer months. Post a blog and tell me your plans! And check out my Mojo's Beads Young Lion neckace.
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Mojo's Beads Original Jimbo is worn by Blaine Fontaine of the band Faint Lines, in their official video of "Choices"
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In January 2013, Jack Russell of the band Great White (awesome band) has been spotted wearing the official Mojo's Beads Robert Plant necklace. I'm honored! Here are a few pictures, one with John Stamos:
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Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the ancient ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theater
To propagate our lust for our life
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns have stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
From the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
Ooh great creator of being
Grant us one more hour
To perform our art
And perfect our lives
We need great golden copulations
When the true king's murders
Are allowed to roam free
A thousand magicians arise in the land
Where are the feasts we were promised
One more thing
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
Thank you oh lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made
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Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
In the summer sky
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Gently pass on by
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Am I going to die
Bird of prey
Bird of prey
Flying high
Flying high
Take me on your flight
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Then we hear a whistle like a bosun's pipe
And the carnival immediately begins
Gradually mixing rain
Thunder
Bullfight
Football
Playground
War
Penny-arcade
Babylon fading
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain south
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the TV tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
Aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the giant family
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Did you know freedom exists in a school book
Did you know madmen are running our prison
Within a jail, within a gale
Within a white free protestant maelstrom
We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We're reacing for death on the end of a candle
We're trying for something that's already found us
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Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
And velvet hour
We of arabic pleasure's breed
We of the sundome and the night
Give us a creed to believe
A night of lust
Give us trust in the Night
Give of color hundred hues
A rich mandala for me and you
And for your silky pillowed house
A head, wisdom and a bed
Troubled decree
Resilent mockery
Has claimed thee
We used to believe in the good old days
We still recieve in little ways
The things of kindness
And unsporting brow
Forget and allow
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Do you know the warm progress under the stars
Do you know we exist
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom
Have you been borne yet and are you alive
Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war
We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest
And our mother is dead in the sea
Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals
And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood
Do you know we are ruled by TV
The moon is a dry blood beast
Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine
Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying
O great creator of being
Grant us one more hour to perform our art
And perfect our lives
The moths and atheists
Are doubly divine and dying
We live, we die
And death not ends it
Journey we more into the nightmare
Cling to life, our passion'd flower
Cling to cunts and cocks of despair
We got our final vision by clap
Columbus' groin got
Filled with green death
I touched her thigh and death smiled
We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre
To propagate our lust for life
And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets
The barns are stormed
The windows kept
And only one of all the rest
To dance and save us
With the divine mockery of words
Music inflames temperament
When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free
A thousand Magicians arise in the land
Where are the feasts we were promised
Where is the wine
The new wine
Dying on the vine
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Thoughts in time and out of season
The Hitchhiker stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
Hi, how you doing?
I just got back into town
L.A.
I was out on the desert for awhile
Yeah, um, in the middle of it
Right
Hey listen man I really got a problem
Well, uh
When I was out on the desert, ya know
I don't know how to tell you
but, ah, I killed somebody
No
It's no big deal ya know
I don't think anybody will find out about it, but
Just uh, I don't know
This guy gave me a ride and uh
Started giving me a lot of trouble
And I just, couldn't take it ya know
And I wasted him
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Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery, stripshow
How to acquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train the death of my cock gives life
Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night
Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words, power, trance
This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects to create the boat
Which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible than now and real?
I pressed her thigh and death smiled
Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of wisdom, luxury, romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
If you believe it
All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence
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The world on fire
Taxi from Africa
The grand hotel
He was drunk
A big party last night
Back going back in all directions sleeping these insane hours
I'll never wake up in a good mood again
I'm sick of these stinky boots
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All hail the American night
What was that
I don't know
Sounds like, gunsm thunder
(Roadhouse Blues)
Alright! Alright! Alright!
Hey listen! Listen! Listen, man! Listen, man!
I don't know how many you people believe in astrology
Yeah that's right, that's right, baby
I...I am a Sagittarius
The most philosophical of all the signs
But anyway I don't believe in it
I think it's a bunch of bullshit myself
But I tell you this man
I tell you this
I don't know what's gonna happen man
But I wanna have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames
Alright!
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Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queens
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the trail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession
Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man
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The movie will begin in five moments
The mindless voice announced
All those unseated will await the next show
We filed slowly, languidly into the hall
The auditorium was vast and silent
As we seated and were darkened, the voice continued
The program for this evening is not new
You've seen this entertainment through and through
You've seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died
Enough to base a movie on
I'm getting out of here
Where are you going
To the other side of morning
Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand
It's alright, all your friends are here
When can I meet them
After you've eaten
I'm not hungry
Uh we meant beaten
Silver stream, silvery scream
Oooooh, impossible concentration
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I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now
For wasting the dawn
Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused
One summer night, going to the pier
I ran into two young girls
The blonde one was called Freedom
The dark one, Enterprise
We talked and they told me this story
Now listen to this
I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat
Soft driven slow and mad like some new language
Reaching your head with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate
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Angels and sailors
Rich girls
Backyard fences
Tents
Dreams watching each other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages stripped
Out to get liquor and clothes
Half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness
I will never treat you mean
Never start no kind of scene
I'll tell you, every place and person that I've been
Always a playground instructor never a killer
Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over
He maneuvered two girls into his hotel room
One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican
Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt
She's trying to rise
Story of her boyfriend of teenage stoned death games
Handsome lad dead in a car
Confusion
No connections
Come here
I love you
Peace on earth
Will you die for me
Eat me
This way
The end
I'll always be true
Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
If you'll only, show me, far Arden again
I'm surprised you could get it up
He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt
Haven't I been through enough she asks
Now dressed and leaving
The Spanish girl begins to bleed
She says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin
We could plan a murder
Or start a religion
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My gang will get you
Scenes of rape in the arroyo
Seduction in cars, abandoned buildings
Fights at the food stand
Dust
The shoes
Open shirts and raised collars
Bright sculptured hair
Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
I show you good time
This place has everything, C'mon...
I show you