Sunday, March 21, 2010

The Disaster At Mine Shaft 1

Just sing it any way you want like Johnny Cash.
It works.


The call rang out from Mine Shaft 1
“There’s trouble down below!”
“We better send a team in, Jim.”
The foreman cried, filled with dread and woe.

No one knew what the problem was
But headed under ground.
With pick and shovel and saws in tow
They tore up everything around!
No rhyme or reason did they think
But tore everything up around.


When you got trouble down below,
And don’t know where to turn
Keep ‘em steady and think things out
Lest this bunch make you burn.

Don’t let ‘em mine that deep, dark hole.
Don’t let ‘em underground.
Don’t let ‘em dig down low, Jim.
Send those boys back to town!
The men attacked ole Mine Shaft 1
Like there was no tomorrow.
Of what they were saving
They did not know
But with fervor they did burrow.

They hacked and dug and cut away
Everything in their path.
The sweat and tears and blood did flow
As they toiled through the day.
Hell was in their wrath, Jim.
Hell was their wrath!

When you got trouble down below,
And don’t know where to turn
Hold ‘em back and think things out
Lest this bunch make you burn.

Don’t let ‘em mine that deep, dark hole.
Don’t let ‘em underground.
Don’t let ‘em dig down low, Jim.
Send those boys back to town!
Have ‘em take them tools back with ‘em!


And a yell was heard from who knows where
As the boys worked in a frenzy.
The bossman screamed,
“You leave old Mine Shaft 1 alone!”
The call was heard a bit too late.
The boys had hacked down to the bone.

Poor Mine Shaft 1,
They did thoroughly destroy.
No soul to save
No family’s grave.
A major mistake had been made.
Was a mere mistake that was made that day
By a toiled worker who thought he’d say
Something to make a better way
To ease the burden on Mine Shaft 1
But an error now; miscommunication made.
There was no danger
No one was trapped.
But poor Mine Shaft 1
Was now mutilated and scrapped.

The men retreated
Came out of the hole
Dragging their bodies and saws and hoes.
They did their best
To seal the rest
Of poor ole Mine Shaft 1.

Now an unusable meandering mess.
The company men are out of work
For Mine Shaft 1 they’ll be no redress.
The damage had been done, Jim.
The damage had been done.

When you got trouble down below,
And don’t know where to turn
Hold ‘em back and think things out
Lest this bunch make you burn, Jim.
They’ll fuck you in the end, Jim.
They’ll hack your hole to hell, JIM!
They’ll hack it all to hell.

Don’t let ‘em mine that deep, dark hole.
Don’t let ‘em underground.
Don’t let ‘em dig down low, Jim.
Send those boys back to town!
Get them the fuck away from the hole, Jim!
Send ‘em back to town!

The hole’s been fine for years before.
And would have been 50 more.
Poor Mine Shaft 1’s all empty in ruin.
The boys did a number on it
That’s for sure.

The seal they constructed on that day
Never held back shit.
Screams continue to this day
To echo from the deep, dark ways.
From underground, from who knows where.
They never should have fucked
With Mine Shaft 1,
And were haunted evermore, Jim.
Haunted evermore.

So when you got trouble down below,
And don’t know where to turn
Keep ‘em steady and think things out
Lest this bunch make you burn, Jim.
They’ll ruin you and you will burn.

Don’t let ‘em mine that deep, dark hole.
Don’t let ‘em underground.
Don’t let ‘em dig down low, Jim.
Send those boys back to town!
No need to mine that deep, dark hole.
Don’t let ‘em underground.
Don’t let ‘em so far below.
Don’t let ‘em hack n’ slash their way.
Mine Shaft 1 has ended its day.
This bunch made us burn, Jim.
This bunch made us burn.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Atlantic City Local Entertainment

Some of the local entertainment on the boardwalk.


AC approach on Rt. 40

I dunno... This is a fucked up video I took of whats left of the old motels that were the shit back in the day on Rt. 40 as you enter Atlantic City. The song, though sort of hard to hear, just makes this work hilariously.