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At times, a newcomer comes to Greasespot Cafe and the questions are posed......"Why are you still talking about VP and twi?" Or, "All this stuff was 20 years ago and you're still in the past...why?"

Hmmmmm.........I seriously doubt that a short paragraph would sufficiently answer questions of that sort. For many of us, wayworld represented a period of time......a pivotal era dividing our youthful days from adult & cult awareness. For many, the 1970's and 80's were a time of twi immersion and now, posting here on GS reflects a microcosmic perspective........whether spiritually, mentally or metaphorically.

And, if I wrote a song, I'd entitle it...........Bye bye, Mister Twi :wink2:

Like the song, Bye bye, Miss American Pie......see www.understandingamericanpie.com/......there are vast interpretations of this song's meaning. Hopefully, someone can add this link.

And, just like American Pie......where the song depicts deep reflection of a changing American culture, music greats like Buddy Holly & the Beatles & others, social unrest, assassinations, etc......so too, would "my" song reflect: 1) the long goodbye of spiritual innocence, 2) the simple hearted who love God, 3) the dark shadows of evil men, 4) shifting standards of acceptance, and 5) lots of ambiguity and misplaced allegiance.

Everyone saw a different twi........coming from different family backgrounds, different religions, different leadership, different commitments, etc. But, in general terms, the overriding desire for acceptance, friendship, devotion,......were grounded on the far shores of betrayal.

Maybe a song would answer these questions from certain posters?

:)

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At times, a newcomer comes to Greasespot Cafe and the questions are posed......"Why are you still talking about VP and twi?" Or, "All this stuff was 20 years ago and you're still in the past...why?"

Hmmmmm.........I seriously doubt that a short paragraph would sufficiently answer questions of that sort. For many of us, wayworld represented a period of time......a pivotal era dividing our youthful days from adult & cult awareness. For many, the 1970's and 80's were a time of twi immersion and now, posting here on GS reflects a microcosmic perspective........whether spiritually, mentally or metaphorically.

And, if I wrote a song, I'd entitle it...........Bye bye, Mister Twi :wink2:

Like the song, Bye bye, Miss American Pie......see www.understandingamericanpie.com/......there are vast interpretations of this song's meaning. Hopefully, someone can add this link.

And, just like American Pie......where the song depicts deep reflection of a changing American culture, music greats like Buddy Holly & the Beatles & others, social unrest, assassinations, etc......so too, would "my" song reflect: 1) the long goodbye of spiritual innocence, 2) the simple hearted who love God, 3) the dark shadows of evil men, 4) shifting standards of acceptance, and 5) lots of ambiguity and misplaced allegiance.

Everyone saw a different twi........coming from different family backgrounds, different religions, different leadership, different commitments, etc. But, in general terms, the overriding desire for acceptance, friendship, devotion,......were grounded on the far shores of betrayal.

Maybe a song would answer these questions from certain posters?

:)

That's a good insight and how I feel about my few visits to the rock and the people I met. Maybe in "todays" world that sense of innocence is lost for all those who were there? Especially you and the people who spent years of dedication. But I think it happens to all generations passing bye. The best part of our future is behind us!

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That's a good insight and how I feel about my few visits to the rock and the people I met. Maybe in "todays" world that sense of innocence is lost for all those who were there? Especially you and the people who spent years of dedication. But I think it happens to all generations passing bye. The best part of our future is behind us!

Bumpy.....I agee, I think it happens to all generations passing by......but this WAS a segment of the life I lived. After all, the author should know or have experienced his writing and a singer, like Johnny Cash, to relate to his songs. And, if I was a songwriter and singer......my music would carry a thought-provoking message on cults and cult recovery. :wink2:

And further, though you are pursuing "the future"......some of us are stopping to "build bridges" for others who, too, shall pass THIS WAY.

Bye bye, Mister twi.........still singing. :)

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Okay... here's my first stab at it... well the first half anyway (dang, that's a long song!!)

A long long time ago

I can still remember how those teachings used to make me smile

And I knew if I had my turn

That I could show folks what I'd learned

And maybe they'd sit and listen for awhile

But ex-twi's lawsuit made me shiver

With every red flag I'd remember

Bad news on my doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can remember that I cried

When I read about his tarnished bride

And something touched me deep inside

The day my twi-world died

So

{Refrain}

Bye-bye, T – W - I

Drove my beater with no heater

For the very last time

And my leadership looked me right in the eye

Sayin' this'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die

Doc Vic sold the Book of Love

And now you have faith in God above

You read The Bible Tells Me So

Now, you believe in all the keys

And you recite retemories

And you can teach me how to live abundantly

Well, I know that you're a grad of the class

'Cause I saw you speakin' in tongues real fast

You made sure we all saw

Because you want to be a man of the cloth

Oh, I was a lonely person just lookin' for God

With pure intentions and a big ol' heart

But I knew I was up against the BOD

The day my twi-world died

I started singin'

{Refrain}

Now for years our needs have all been met

And none of us are greasespots yet

But that's not how it used to be

Once the Craigster ruled, and Rosalie

She waited oh so patiently

But the choice, it came from V-P

So, while Craig just loved putting others down

The Allens proved he was a horny clown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And now Rosie reads from the book of Mark

The Sunday stage looks like a park

And the believers they're still in the dark

Some day, their twi-world may die

We were singing

{Refrain}

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Now for years our needs have all been met

And none of us are greasespots yet

But that's not how it used to be

Once the Craigster ruled, and Rosalie

She waited oh so patiently

But the choice, it came from V-P

So, while Craig just loved putting others down

The Allens proved he was a horny clown

The courtroom was adjourned

No verdict was returned

And now Rosie reads from the book of Mark

The Sunday stage looks like a park

And the believers they're still in the dark

Some day, their twi-world may die

We were singing

{Refrain}

:eusa_clap::eusa_clap:

TheHighWay..........of all greasespotters, YOU put the words to Bye bye, T-W-I

Nice to be rolling down the highway of life.

:wave:

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Bye, Bye Mister TWI

Walked a mountain to the Fountain but the Fountain was dry...

And good ole boys looked around and then sighed...

Saying this will be the day that we die...

This will be the day that we die.......

Did you write the Book of the Fog

And did you bow down to the Man of God...

Every collateral tells me so...

(Someone else pick up...I'm losing it...)

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This was fun - ...

A long, long time ago...

I can still remember

How that Kool aide used to make me smile.

And I knew if I had my chance

That I could get seven in a class

And, maybe, I’d be holy for a while.

But Rock of Ages made me shiver

With every teaching they’d deliver.

Veepee at the lecturn;

Maybe it was a spectre.

I can’t remember why I tried

To plow through the Thirteenth Tribe,

But something healed me deep inside

The day the madness died.

So bye-bye, to TWI.

Started a-countin’ at the fountain,

But the fountain was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin’ Drambuie and rye

Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I lie.

"this’ll be the day that I lie."

Did you read the Word of God,

And do you have faith in the present Mog,

Doesn’t he tell you to?

Have you thrown out your rock ’n roll,

Before it damned your mortal soul,

And can you tell me what to do?

Well, I know that he’s gonna cus

`cause I know what happens in that bus.

He offered drugs and liquor.

Then came the real kicker.

More to come......

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Maybe we can get Ted to record this for us. BTW Paw, how about interviewing Ted Ferrell for the next Radio Cafe? :biglaugh:

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Okay....I'll take a crack at it.

A long long time ago

I can still remember

How simple truths used to make me smile

And I knew that in that class

I got some answers from questions asked

That made me fairly happy for a while.

But legalism made me shiver

With every policy they'd deliver

Bad fruit at our doorstep

I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried

When I learned about the evil ride

But life was bustin' out inside

The day my rose-colored glasses fried.

chorus

Bye, bye, to T - W - I

Drove my Ford and, oh, it roared

For my anger was high

Them good ol' boys still drinking drambuie and rye

Saying "this'll be the day that you die,

This'll be the day that you die."

verse 2

They didn't write for the God above

But were self-centered in their love

Cause the Bible tells me so

For I believe in love and grace

Extended to the whole human race

And can we help others who feel misplaced

Well, I know that life is fuller now

'Cause I no longer support their cash cow

I've kicked off those muddy shoes

Man, I dig new rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage college kid

Searching for truth and some doubt to rid

How later I learned of things they hid

The day my rose-colored glasses fried.

verse 3

Now for years and years we're on our own

With a house mortgage and a new car loan

But that's not how it used to be

When the region leader sang for the King of Spit

In a coat he borrowed that was full of shiit

And from the grave a voice that came from VP

Oh, and while the King was screwin' around

Rosalie ran his ship aground

The lawyers joined the rattled fort

With lcm-settlements out of court

And while splinter groups began to build

The Way's vice-grip began to yeild

And the closet's secrets were now revealed

The day martindale cried.

verse 4

Helter Skelter in a scattering swelter

So many flew to another splinter shelter

Eight miles high and falling fast

Life moved on with greener grass

The preachers took their shots to recast

With the critics on the sidelines in mass

Now the half-time air was fresh and sweet

And Greasespot showed up to greet

We all got up to type

Not just sit in nowheresville and gripe

'Cause the preachers tried to take the field

The GS band refused to yield

Do you recall what was revealed

The day we were denied.

Bye, bye to T - W - I

That's enough....for now.

:)

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