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Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits

by Jiminy C

If you provide the ears, appetite, and heart . . . Desert will provide a little food and fun for your conscience's sake!
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1. Life Is Like a Fruitcake Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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2. Don't Listen to Lies Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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3. Train Whose Name Is On Time (Pull Man) Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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4. We Wanna Win Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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5. Freedom Rings Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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6. I Got a Gun Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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7. Singing Like the King Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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8. Don't Wanna Go That Way Again Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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9. Pay Now Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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10. Another Piece of the Puzzle (My Part) Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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11. Dinged An' a Danged Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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12. The Love of Your Mother Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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13. I L Y B (I Love You Baby) Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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14. Quickest Combination Alive Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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15. Hen Scratch Fervor's Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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16. Tears of Reign Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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17. A Muse I Call Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
WARNING: Some topics on this album are highly controversial concerning freedoms and rights. Before you share this music with anyone it would be highly advisable to count the cost of doing so. Songs on this album may be banned in some countries . . . and maybe even yours.

Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits could be described as Americana, covering several musical genres. Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits also has a few messages to share along the way. Some songs are just for fun, others have a clear straightforward message, some require a little delving to find the meaning(s), and others may have a personal meaning just for you. Topics range from rights and freedom to the cost of addictions, the crazy things folks do, improper and proper ganders, love and consequences, make believe horrors and getting a grip on reality (or the other way 'round), encouragement to live life to the fullest and to seek the truth. Actually, there are a few more things . . . but you will just have to jump in and find them out for yourself :-)

It has taken four years to complete this album, and it's companion "cover story". Now the time has finally arrived to debut:

Jiminy C and The Travailing Tilbury's Freedom's Ever Loving Marching Band's presentation of, "Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits" and the Soundtrack to the album's cover story, "The Existence An' Epoch Of Desert Stump?" by- Sturm P. Steed Jr.

For a taste of what is to come, please read the following cover excerpt from "The Existence An' Epoch Of Desert Stump?":

Explore Desert Stumps world. Follow him through his adventures of growing up in a small southern town in the 50's and 60's. See how he responds to being the son of a single parent and growing up with special challenges. Explore distant lands with Desert and discover the ways that people, words, songs, and situations, influence his view of life and define his place in time. Find out how he manages to cope with a variety of social and political confrontations. Follow Deserts progress in the workplace and see how he manages to succeed in spite of his limitations. See how he is loved, finds true love, and the steps he takes to ensure that it lasts. Consider the faith and values that are imparted to Desert in humorous ways, and how he applies them personally and uses them to help others. As Desert grows and gains the understanding of what it really means to be free, hopefully his simple integrity will speak volumes to your heart and leave you better off for taking the time to get to know him.

Now for:

The Fore Worded Part

Thank you for taking the time to read The Existence an’ Epoch of Desert Stump ? It is my hope that this novel contributes to your life's experience in an amusing and positive way.
Some books such as this one often include disclaimers like: This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
So please take note this disclaimer is now included in this book.
Do you ever consider, as you read disclaimers such as the one above, that they are not true. So is there really a need to lie? Can such statements actually keep greedy lawyers in a corrupt system at bay? It is highly doubtful! Everything that has been written, or is currently being written, and or ever will be written, derived its inspiration from something; and what you are about to read is no exception. Therefore, with that being said, or rather written, I would like you to know this work was created with several objectives in mind.
The first is to stimulate contemplation into the possibility that other realms and living worlds exist, and they could be similar to our own. Maybe even too similar in some ways, but of course a few twists here and there would certainly be in order. While characters, locals, and events in this story are fictional, some might be inspired by a reality you can relate to. (Actually, it is not beyond the realm of possibility that whatever you recognize from your own place and time actually originated from this novel's reality. However, such dissertations fall outside the scope of this text.) So for the sake of simplicity, please let your imagination be your guide and hopefully you will be entertained and challenged by connecting any dots (or dashes) you encounter along the way.
The next objective is for this novel to be an entertaining parody in the style of other stories with interesting characters who were loved by many. If this story can provide even a portion of the enjoyment its inspirations did, then a major part of my intention will be accomplished.
Another purpose of this novel is to introduce you to Jiminy C and the Travailing Tilbury’s Freedom’s Ever Loving Marching Band by way of Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits.
After the Chapter Contents pages, there is a Soundtrack Song List with page references. The songs on the CD play in the same order as they are encountered in this story with the exception of the first song, "A Muse I Call", which is the seventeenth song on the CD. You can start playing the CD and then back it up one to the seventeenth song, and listen to it first. The musical styles on the soundtrack vary and hopefully some will touch upon one or more genres you enjoy.
After the Soundtrack Song List there is also a Poem List with page references.
The primary and most important reason I wrote this novel is because of the love and encouragement of my Mother. She often asked me to share my attempts at impersonating people or characters and making up dialog to go along with them. Fortunately for me, she was my greatest fan and best constructive critic.
My Mother also knew that the resource for everything good is not constrained by any limitations. She shared her faith and love with so many people, even during her most difficult times. Just prior to her passing from this life, she told me clearly that I needed to take steps to further develop and share my gifts and talents. She is the foremost reason I have pursued this endeavor.
It might be enough to leave you with this introduction at this point, but with these thoughts in mind I would be remiss if I did not encourage you to cast aside any fears or even laziness that may be holding you back from using the talents you have been given. You are blessed with gifts and they need to be expressed. You will never know what you can develop until you try and you do not know the doors that will open once you apply what you have been given. Used properly, the ability to share our talents is among the most rewarding possessions we have. I am confident that exercising and cultivating yours will open your heart, expand your horizons, and contribute in making this world a better place.
Thank you again for taking the time to read The Existence an’ Epoch of Desert Stump. I hope his story brings some joy to your heart. For a glad heart helps to make for a cheerful face, and most folks I visit with agree . . .
we need more cheerful faces in this world.
Best regards to you and yours,
Sturm Pembry Steed Jr.

Well, now that you have read all of this, it is time to dive into Desert's Music, his novel, and simple way of life.

This Album was engineered by Chip Bricker and Jiminy C ~ Mastered by Frank Pryor and Jiminy C ~ Songs are by Jiminy C ~ Lyrics by Jiminy C and Jennifer Christian ~ Arrangements by Chip Bricker, Jiminy C, Frank Pryor, Don Shirley, and Wayne Toupes ~ voices by Jiminy C and Kyle Elliott ~ Vocals by Jiminy C and Erin Jackson ~ Guitars by Chip Tilbury, Jiminy C, and Frank Tilbury ~ Bass Guitars, Banjo, Keyboards, and Mandolin by Chip Tilbury ~ Saxophone by Don Tilbury ~ Accordion by Wayne Tilbury ~ Drums by Otto Tibury ~ Sounds and Voice Tracks by Audioscents

All songs are registered with B.M.I.
A Kat Head Production in association with Pressed Gadfly Publications
Recorded at S. M. A. R. T. Production Studios, Nash, Texas
Unauthorized reproduction is illegal. All rights reserved.
Copyright January 3, 2013

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Thoughts To Consider:

If we cannot laugh at ourselves, then someone will surely do it for us.
- H. U. Moreareus

If Leonardo had a code, do you wonder if it was it in ethics?

Many codes reside in the realm you are about to explore.

Be sure to take precautions, because they might turn into a head code.

Therefore, it would be advisable to take two aspirin, get plenty of rest, and contact someone to let them know you are OK before proceeding. To avoid any hassles though, you might not want to mention you are reading this book . . . or listening to this album.

More Thoughts To Ponder

Are there such things as parallel universes?

If there are, couldn't there also be perpendicular universes?

And if there are these, might there also be an occasional obtuse universe in the mix?

Wouldn't it be odd, or simply just for the sake of cosmic balance, if disparities in one universe were found to have parity in others?

Could it possibly be how parity docks in the cosmic sea?

Well, someday we just may find out, but then again, we might come upon a few answers right here on a nice warm evening (which just happens to be the one-hundred and eighty-fourth day of a year . . .)

PROLOGUE

On a nice warm evening (which just happens to be the one-hundred and eighty-fourth day of a year,) a man is sitting in a rocking chair with his son resting comfortably in his lap. He is reading his son a story book. They happen to be at the place in the book where there is a drawing of a little wooden boy who is locked inside a large bird cage. The wooden boy’s nose is so long that it extends out though the cage and over to the next page in the book. Leaves growing from the end of his long nose are supporting a bird’s nest. Perched on the edge of the nest, a mother bird looks over three baby chicks. Their little necks are stretched and their beaks are wide open with the expectation of receiving some food.
After a few seconds pass, the drawing begins to gain color and turns into a reality. As everything comes to life, the baby chicks begin to chirp and the nest is now resting high up in a tree. The father bird lands on a nearby limb to deliver a Morus berry. Instantly, the mother bird squawks and sends him on his way to find a better choice for their babies nourishment.
Now the view changes and becomes that of the father bird’s perspective as he flies along. The sound of a song titled "A Muse I Call" (the 17th song on this CD,) begins to play off in the distance. The bird begins to sway to the rhythm of the music as it soars beneath the bright blue sky. Shadows cast from fluffy white clouds meander their way across the countryside.
Without warning, loud he-haws accompanied by an annoying buzzing sound interrupt the serenity of the moment. The bird quickly scans the area and spies a bucking jackass below. A gadfly is circling around the jackass and is the most likely culprit responsible for exacting its response.
In an instant, the bird tucks its wings and plunges after the pesky insect. As the bird dives in for the kill, the gadfly perceives its attacker and timing the closing speed correctly zips aside with the skill of an aerial matador. Though the bird misses its mark, it quickly rolls into a turn and locks in on the gadfly once again. Now the chase is on and the gadfly instinctively flies upward, positioning itself between the bird and the sun. The intense beams of light erase the birds vision, but by following the buzzing sound it is still able to detect the gadfly’s proximity. Just then, a cloud moves to eclipse the blinding rays and the birds regains its sight. Detecting that it is visible again, the gadfly soars down toward a woman who is bent over and working in a garden. The bird follows in hot pursuit. As they approach her, she senses something and rises up. To her astonishment and horror, the gadfly is speeding straight at her face. With a reflex reaction, she ducks her head while turning around to gain a better view of her attacker.
At that very moment, the bird whooshes right over the top of her head causing her to scream out, “Ahhhh!” in a fearful surprise, as tiny feathers are left swirling in her face.
Spinning around and trying to catch her balance, she flings her harvest basket up in the air. Peas and carrots spiral out like sparks spraying from a fireworks pinwheel. With outstretched arms, she tries to regain her balance while stumbling, twirling, and tripping across several crop rows. She finally plops down in the middle of a dirt road. The basket crash-lands a few feet away, ejecting the rest of her harvest.
Looking up, she raises her fists and shakes them in protest while hollering out, “Ohhhhhh!”. A cloud of dust rises from her kicking feet, further expressing her aggravation.
Continuing with their struggle for survival, the gadfly and bird are now executing what can only be described as a miniature aerial dogfight. The gadfly is flying loops, barrel rolls, and performing all sorts of evasive maneuvers, but the bird follows every move staying within striking range. They soar along a winding creek and on toward an old weather beaten home. Musicians are gathered on the front porch playing the very music that began a few pages ago.
When the gadfly and bird arrive at the porch, their speed transitions into slow motion.
As the music becomes a bit louder, the gadfly and bird sail slowly across the porch right past the musicians faces. Though they turn their heads to follow the winged intruders, they are otherwise unfazed and continue to play on.
As they fly out from under the porch, the gadfly and bird return to their normal speed.
A dog sitting on the edge of the porch jumps up and barks loudly as if bidding them good riddance.
After going a short distance, they veer off into the woods weaving their way through a dozen trees. Arriving at the edge of a pasture, they dive down and pass through a barbwire fence, then fly past a horse, several sheep, and a goat. They continue on toward an old barnyard, where some chickens are meandering outside their coop.
A girl and a boy, sitting on the wooden fence that surrounds the barnyard, holler at a man inside the coop who has a bucket over his head.
Just then, the gadfly and bird zoom above the chickens, causing them to scatter in all directions.
The man in the coop yells, “Leave my family ‘lone!” as he hurtles an egg, narrowly missing the bird and splatting on the fence by the children.
While sailing over the barns gate and flying into the loft, an alert cat leaps up attempting to snare the bird. Darting between slashing claws and past flashing teeth, the bird weaves its way on after the gadfly as they both shoot though an open hay door at the top of the barn. Diving down, they come into a fenced area where some pigs are sleeping in the mud. The gadfly lands on a peaceful pig in hopes of blending in with all the other flies. Not to be fooled, the bird swiftly lights upon the pig and pecks sharply at the gadfly. The gadfly takes off just in the nick of time as the bird’s beak stabs the pig, causing it to jerk and squeal, setting off a chain reaction of bumping and grunting among all the other pigs. The bird immediately resumes its pursuit, now following the gadfly across a meadow toward a large bull. As they approach, the gadfly drops down and flies under the bull with the bird following suit. Annoyed by the intrusion of its space, the bull bellows, bucks, and spins, causing the bell around it's neck to ring, as if a rodeo cowboy were on its back. The gadfly and bird speed on toward a pond off in the distance. As they approach, frogs are heard croaking their songs in cadence and turtles are seen resting peacefully on floating logs.
Arriving at the pond, the pace changes and the action is viewed in slow motion once again.
As they fly over the waters edge, a bullfrog leaps up and the gadfly instinctively veers to escape its outstretched tongue. Drops of water launched in the air now pelt the bird. Dipping down and soaring above the pond’s surface, they create water wakes from the air pressure of their flight. A raft of ducks floating nearby begin to quack loudly in protest of their sudden arrival.
Just before the gadfly can reach the safety of diving into some cattails, a bass leaps up creating a large detonation of water. Barely evading the fish’s gaping mouth, the gadfly explodes through one of the suspended water drops creating a flash of rainbow colors in the spray. Narrowly avoiding the fish's flapping tail, the bird attempts to change direction, but cannot recover quickly enough to avoid clipping the head of one of the cattails. As seeds explode with a fluff of fuzz in the air, the fish dives back into its mossy lair.
Now the speed of the action returns to normal.
As the bird recovers from the cattail collision, it spies the gadfly heading directly toward a odd looking house off in the distance and begins flying even harder to make up for lost time.
The gadfly’s wings buzz louder as the view becomes a close up perspective, right in front of it's colorful refractive eyes. With the setting sun as a backdrop, the bird can also be seen flying with all its might and closing in from behind.
Now the view zooms back some distance to where the gadfly and bird are now seen through a window from inside the house. As the focus adjusts back, a screen appears across the open window. Now the gadfly's buzzing becomes louder as it skillfully threads its way through a tiny tear in the rust worn wires.
At this moment, the music comes to an end.
The gadfly is now buzzing around the bedroom where the father continues to read to his son. He turns to the last page in the storybook and there is the same picture of a cricket that is on the cover of the book. One of the cricket’s hands is pointing to his head and the other is pointing at his heart. A tiny tear rolls down the little boy's cheek and lands next to the cricket’s right arm.
The father looks down at his son and says, “Son, it’s real ‘portant to always listen to the conscience the Good Lord gave ya’”.
Attracted to the moisture of the tear, the gadfly lands in the book. At that very moment, the bird crashes into the window screen. Startled, the father snaps the book closed unknowingly pressing the gadfly inside. As the father and son look to the window, feathers slowly drift away from the screen. As the sun disappears, fireworks explode off in the distance.
The view now pans and tilts to above, and slowly zooms in on the cover of the story book.
The boy says, “Folks won’t believe what we just saw!”
“You mean, what we’ve just seen.” his daddy corrects him.
“Seen,” the boy repeats in a whisper, “not saw.”
His daddy asks, “You feeling well a ‘nuff to go back to the picnic an’ watch the fireworks?”
The view zooms further into the book, diving down into the darkness of the cricket’s mouth.
“Yes Sir, an’, an’ I won’t be eating as much cotton candy this time.” the boy replies.
As if traveling into the crickets mouth were a black hole, all light is gone and it is pitch black.
In keeping with the realism of the story, please close your eyes for a few seconds at this time.
Also, just as a reminder, you must have agreed to the terms of the Readers Binding Disclaimer on the inside of the front cover of this book.
Thank you for entering into the agreement by choosing to continue reading this story.
If for some reason you did not close your eyes, please do so now and count to three slowly. Using about a second for each number. If you would like, you can use the one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three method.
Trusting you did as you were asked, the darkness slowly fades and everything begins to become brighter now. The view pans out to where the cricket and then the book cover come into focus once again. As the picture continues to zoom out, you can see the storybook is lying on top of another book. It is also laying in a different man’s lap and he is seated in a chair at the side of a wide hallway. Another man is also sitting in a chair nearby. He is wearing a hat and writing in a leather bound folder.
The view now pans down the hallway where a woman and a man are walking toward the two men who are seated. The man walking behind the woman is carrying a sizable box. As they come into the presence of the two men, the woman speaks to the man with the books laying in his lap. She apparently asks him to come with her, so he stands up and follows her back down the hall.
As the view slowly zooms out, it becomes obvious that the events in the hallway are being seen through a surveillance camera. The picture continues to zoom out until the dark silhouettes of two people appear from the back lighting of a monitor screen. It also becomes apparent that these people are located in some kind of an observation room. One is standing and leaning over the other one who is seated at the monitor.
The one who is standing says, “Hey, would you pay some attention now and turn up the sound!”
The one who is sitting reaches for a knob and replies, “Give me a second all ready. All right, that should do it . . . here we go!“
As the view zooms back into the monitor, the sounds of the man and woman's footsteps fade away as the walk down the hallway. At this moment, the man holding the box begins to speak,

To find out the rest of the story, you can purchase the CD here on CDBaby and coming soon the cover story, "The Existence An' Epoch Of Desert Stump?" on www.bookbaby.com.

Thank you for taking the time to investigate "Desert Stump's Hardly Heard Hits"!

Best regards to you and yours,

Jiminy C


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