Note: Song lyrics to “Promised Land” below Poof’s message.
July 29, 2012 | RMN
Greetings and Salutations:
Not much I will say, in a public forum. Work is done and it’s all over but the shouting. The skies have been rumbling and the weather forecasts rain on all the crops. A harvest for the world, as it were. Reagan’s appointee can finally take a much needed vacation from the labors and I can go sit my butt on a nice beach and drink umbrella drinks…and never speak of this change over [ever?] again. It’ll make into the history books, called “After the World moved On” or “Before the World moved On” . . . depending on your taste. Leading up to it is [a] recent article that lets you see, the secret’s put. Now the real work begins.
http://www.cnbc.com/id/48349503
Last but not least, hold on to your shorts, it’s coming and Man, is it Huge.
Love and Kisses,
Poofness
PROMISED LAND
(Words & music by Chuck Berry)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound
And rode on into Raleigh
And on across Caroline
We had motor trouble that turned into a struggle
Halfway across Alabam’
Well that hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
Right away I brought me a through train ticket
Ridin’ across Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just to help me get to Houston Town
There are people there who care a little about me
And they won’t let the poor boy down
Sure as your born they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hand
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Working on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the golden state
Ah when the pilot told us in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land calling
And the poor boy is on the line
Artist: Jimmie Dale Gilmore
Song: Santa Fe Thief
Album: Spinning Around the Sun
Oh the townhouse warbler lives far apart in a song
He holds the poor in his memory he never, he never lets on
He gathers strength as he gazes at length in a joy
You cannot tell from the sound of nothings been heard from his boy
He’s a thief in the night and he’s stealing for light you won’t know it
He’s already found you, his arms all around, you won’t show it
Maybe one day you’ll know more of, you’ll know enough to say
Look over yonder he’s already coming
Look over yonder he’s already coming
Look over yonder he’s already coming your way
Oh the caretaker’s daughter she lives near the Garden of Eden
She knows the name of each flower, she remembers which let you in
She spills the sky when she looks in your eye and her jasmine
A symphony heard from a mansion when the wind sweeps in between
She’s a thief in the night and she’s stealing for love you won’t know it
She’s already found you, her arms all around, you won’t show it
Maybe one day you’ll know more of, you’ll know enough to say
Look over yonder she’s already coming
Look over yonder she’s already coming
Look over yonder she’s already coming your way
Oh the old engineer stays patient high in his roundhouse
He watches his trains appearing through silent puffs of snow
And his eyes are bright as he watches them nearing the time to set the track
With a flick of his wrist he waves to let them go
He’s a thief in the night and he’s stealing for life you won’t know it
He’s already found you, his arms all around, you won’t show it
Maybe one day you’ll know more of, you’ll know enough to say
Look over yonder he’s already coming
Look over yonder he’s already coming
Look over yonder he’s already coming your way
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