Had a nice time with Family and young ones. The blessed of our lives.
During the course of conversation,
Politicks crawl onto ones skin.
So I come back to the sanctuary of my studio and catch up on the blogosphere and find JadedJ pumpin' politicks out into the 'sphere.
Damn I hate when that happens I just can't keep my mouth shut.
My Brother-in-Law is a cool dude and he would give me the heads up
and say (out loud) Punch has 'NOTHING TO SAY'
I'd say Amen.
Well I'm home and safe and JJ will try to say HEY,
your late! and I'll say 'huh'
So when it comes to American Politicks I must defer to Roseann Cash and John Stewart.
Now it is an analogy, I am in love with the country of my origin, and my father and mother and grand fathers and grandmothers and great grandmothers and great grandfathers, and great, great, grandmothers and fathers and great, great, great grand fathers and mothers. I feel as if this great country has become a runaway train.
It breaks my heart.
I'm worried about you
I'm worried about me
The curves around midnight
Aren't easy to see
Flashing red warnings
Unseen in the rain
This thing has turned into
A runaway train
Long-distance phone calls
A voice on the line
Electrical miles
That soften the time
The dynamite too
Is hooked on the wire
And so are the rails
Of American Flyers
Blind boys and gamblers
They invented the blues
Will pay up in blood
When this marker comes due
To try and get off now
It's about as insane
As those who wave lanterns
At runaway trains
Steel rails and hard lives
Are always in twos
I have been here before this
And now it's with you
I'm worried about you
I'm worried about me
We're lighting the fuses
And counting to three
And what are the choices
For those who remain
The sign of the cross
On a runaway train
This thing has turned into
A runaway train
This thing has turned into
A runaway train
Our love has turned into
A runaway train
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ReplyDeleteTHE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY
Our societies have jumped aboard a runaway train. Our honest love jumped off and the wise with it a long time ago brother. The thing ain't crashed yet so there is still time to stop the train or *shrug* join the wise.
ReplyDeleteThe planet Earth is a runaway train, hurtling through the cosmos at about 17,000 miles per hour heading to who knows where.
ReplyDeleteGlad Turkey Day went well. We are lucky to be in 1st class on the runaway train.
...and it's gathering speed brother, sorry to say.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed your Thanksgiving. I too am discouraged about the runaway train.
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