Last words ""Don't worry. Captain Hammer will save us."
life is stupid (then we die)
the one deer hunter in our extended family died a couple decades ago, uncle richard bell. true story.. as the oldest boy and sole support of a dirt poor family of orphans in the early 40s he gratefully signed on as shop boy at newly opened convair war plane manufacturing, bayside in san diego. fast forward decades, he was eventually the last fella let go when they closed in the 1990s (first hired last fired policy)
good one, thanks leigh
1960s paul revere and the raiders chorus..
> Too much talk, and not enough action
> Do you know anybody gettin’ satisfaction?
> Ev’rybody wonders ’bout the crowd reaction
> And the world gets better by a very small fraction
(comment #101)may the force be with you
the great “Canadian Railroad Trilogy”, by Gordon Lightfoot, begins..
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not runWhen the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sunLong before the white man and long before the wheelWhen the green dark forest was too silent to be realBut time has no beginnings and hist’ry has no boundsAs to this verdant country they came from all aroundThey sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tallBuilt the mines, mills and the factories for the good of us all
And when the young man’s fancy was turnin’ to the springThe railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ringTheir minds were overflowing with the visions of their dayAnd many a fortune won and lost and many a debt to pay
For they looked in the future and what did they seeThey saw an iron road runnin’ from the sea to the seaBringin’ the goods to a young growin’ landAll up through the seaports and into their hands
Look away said they across this mighty landFrom the eastern shore to the western strandBring in the workers and bring up the railsWe gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trailsOpen ‘er heart let the life blood flowGotta get on our way ’cause we’re movin’ too slow
Bring in the workers and bring up the railsWe’re gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trailsOpen ‘er heart let the life blood flowGotta get on our way ’cause we’re movin’ too slowGet on our way ‘cause we’re movin’ too slow
Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin’The stars, they come stealin’ at the close of the dayAcross the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleepingBeyond the dark oceans in a place far away
We are the navvies who work upon the railwaySwingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sunLivin’ on stew and drinkin’ bad whiskeyBendin’ our backs ’til the long days are done
We are the navvies who work upon the railwaySwingin’ our hammers in the bright blazin’ sun.. .. ..
digital hell indeedy
unrelated, peripheral neuropathy is an old fort condition whose first symptom is toe numbness.
donnie boy is still living / songwriting. estimated dollar worth somewhere on the good side of 10,000,000.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donovan#2020s