if the central elevator on the stage of Radio City Music Hall fails you would watch for falling Rockettes.
98, Super 88, or plain old 88 the only Olds styles around in the 50s
As Larry Gatlin and his brothers used to sing:
5:02Midnight Choir (Mogen David)
The doors to the mission open at sevenAnd the soup will be ready about nineRight now it’s six-thirty, they’re ragged and dirtyThey’re standin’ and sittin’ and layin’ in lineFirst they’ll do a little singin’, then hear a little preachin’And get saved for the 3rd time this weekA bowl of soup later and a pat on the shoulderAnd by midnight, they’re back on the streetThey walk to the corner of 4th street and BroadwayThen take the first alley on the rightOne of them asks a stranger, “How ’bout a hand”?And he gives ‘em one finger at a timeThen they spot an old buddy with a bottle of heavenThen pass around what means everythingOne bottle for four, thank God, someone scoredAnd now the midnight choir starts to singWill they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?Will they have Mogen David in Heaven?Dear Lord, we’d all like to knowWill they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?If they don’t, who the hell wants to go?
Reminds me of a popular book from the late 50s early 60s ‘Black Like Me’ the story of a reporter from the north who dyed himself dark to report on the segregated south.
Just 1 summer without those ankle biters would make my year. They usually swarm 2ce; late July and mid to late August and will voraciously attack any living thing in their path. Lifespan, 3-5 days.
I thought Boris and Natasha stole the Ruby Yacht back in the early 60s.
Ah, alas, this is TREMORS of which they speak…and here I thought they had moved B.C. to Tatooine and it was a Star Wars reference…
AMEN, to that, oh wise one!!!