Mister Gone
Mr. Gone is a fictional character in Sam Kieth and William Messner-Loebs' comic book series The Maxx.
Character overview
Mister Gone is introduced as a serial rapist of young women who have supernatural powers: He is telepathic, can assume other forms, and is effectively immortal. He can also enter and control "the Outback," an alternate dimension that resembles prehistoric Australia. The Isz, the Outback's main predators, serve as his henchmen.
He discovers the Outback on a government-funded trip to Australia to study ancient aboriginal religions. There, he learns many forms of magic and uses the Outback to manipulate people.
Later issues of the comic book reveal him to be a more complex character. His backstory establishes that he was sexually abused as a child, and victimized women as an adult to lash out at a world he felt had wronged him. He reconnects with his daughter Sarah during his crime spree, which brings up long-dormant feelings and the stirrings of a conscience. Years later, he undergoes a spiritual rebirth, and comes to feel remorse for his crimes. He spends the remainder of the series trying to find redemption.
Mr. Gone (album)
Mr. Gone is the ninth album by Weather Report. Recorded and released in 1978, it is perhaps best known for receiving a "one-star" rating by Down Beat magazine.
According to Down Beat magazine, "Zawinul, Shorter, et al. have made the controversial music a commercial product; unfortunately ... Weather Report has over-orchestrated its sound." The album was quickly certified Gold, being the follow-up to the widely successful Heavy Weather and topped out at #52 on the Billboard music charts.
Track listing
Personnel
Weather Report:
Podcasts:
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by Nerina Pallot
Mr. King
by: Nerina PallotGood days, bad days, I've had a few of those,
Same old story-I know how this song goes,
At least I did, but now I'm not so sure,
Nothing's in its place, nothing's certain anymore,
Birds fly, trees sway, why can't I be like that?
Happ knowing what I am, in fact and leaving be?
But truth has been obscured,
I am only human and I'm always wanting...more.
Oh, the world is a place and they say it's on our side,
But I wonder, is there comfort in those moments when we die?
Now I see, Mr. King, this was in the books you gave me,
Which I read, disbelieving, thinking poets are depressed,
Oh, Mr. King, I have changed, I confess.
Oh, those good days I remember well,
Tape on windows, wintertime was hell,
But it was fun, and people there were kind,
There was good work to be done, and I learnt to think my time.
And the world was a good place, and in days were where I lived,
I imagined life had purpose and I'd something good to give,
Mr. Cave played along on the battered hallway piano,
Oh, every love song a secret to be shared,
Oh, Mr. King, how I wish I was back there.
Now, I've got 10 things lined up on a shelf,
Reasons to be cheerful for myself,
I don't know why you're showing me the sky,
You say you see heaven,
I see hell, but want to try.
And the world is a place, and I pray it's on my side,
But I'd find greater comfort if I just lay down and died,
I don't know what's become of the girl who once knew sunshine,
What's become of the girl who knew sorrow but was strong?
Oh, Mr. King you were right, all along,
Mr. King you were right,