Thursday, October 19, 2006

Joey Gallo

Ryan and I have been on a Supranos kick lately. Since we don't have cable, we pick a series and go crazy with it until it's over and start something new.

I have loved The Supranos ever since it first came out several years ago. Michael and I used to have "Supranos Parties" every Sunday night when the new episodes would come on. I'm more addicted to it that I could ever be to soap opera. Then again, I guess it's really a soap opera with a little different twist.........but at least when someone dies in the Supranos, they stay dead!!!

Because of our addiction to this show, I have become obsurdly obsessed with reading about the mafia. There is a fellow named Crazy Joey Gallo that is mentioned once in awhile in the show, so I decided to look him up and research his ties. (The name caught my attention)

Apperently, he was the "boss" of the Gallo family for several years, and there are endless stories about his "business" and life. He was well known for his interactions with the black folks in Brooklyn, and saw them and their underground businesses as another form of profit.

In my research of Joey Gallo, I came across a website that also mentioned Jerry Garcia and Bob Dyaln......seemed like a strange combination on one site until I realized that Bob Dyaln wrote a song about Joey Gallo that Jerry had often sung with him.

Here goes...................

Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way,
"Well," he answered, "just because.

"Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last.
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast."
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets,
child of clay.

Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.

When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats

Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.
The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim,
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame.

"But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men.
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.

"Joey, Joey,
King of the streets,
child of clay.

Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met"Five to ten," said Joey.
The judge says, "That's exactly what you get."

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I have returned and now I want what's mine."

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets,
child of clay.

Joey, Joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one.
"Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe."

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets,
child of clay.

Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep.
"Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.

Joey, Joey,
King of the streets,
child of clay.

Joey, Joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?

Who knew that my man Jerry Garcia knew of the Gallos too?????????


s-hooks said...

Uh mah guush!!

The part about the "crew" at the funeral...yep, that's all the proof I need.

enN2sp said...

Should you be writing about this?

Do they know your blog?

I hope they don't, cause you know how the mob works. "Nobody talk about nobody" even if your JUST interested in them for history sake.

Andrea said...

I'm with Rosie, careful girl or you'll be wearing some sporty new cement shoes!!

allison said...

OK I, I edited my blog. Feel better now?

Andrea said...

There ya go.

I'd love to hear more about this though!!

enN2sp said...

Me too!! Sound really interesting.

s-hooks said...

Ya'll should go as mobsters for Halloween.

allison said...

oooohhhh....mobster, huh???

Maybe next year...we've already got our costumes for this year. And I can't tell anyone, because it's a surprise.

None of 'em will ever beat Adam and Eve with the "big bushes"