Sunday, March 19, 2006

Divine RailroadMan Wanderings To Thus Find The Apparent Needle In The Haystack Stacked Within The Ancient Wanderings Amid The Flaming Fires Of Nirvana

Who among man grown from boy hasn't stood at some depot as the evening express roared through lights burning brightly, steam hissing, whistle screaming, and watch as it miraculously snatched the evening mail from it's stanchion. And what boy can get over forget the thrill, the sense of belonging when the engineer raised his hand in salute as he moved his sleek, powerful black steed to worlds only dreamed of.

The Lights Go Off...The Door Closes...
But Nothing Really Ends, Does It Really
Find A Final Resting Place Within The
Infinite Opening & Closing Gates That Forever
Lie There Awaiting For All To But Once Again
Come Out From The Black Abyss Of Nothingness...
As You All Thus Shall Now...


Seek Nirvana Along Those Eternal Train Tracks To Forever,
While Re-Entering Into The Reaction To The Divine Knowledge
Held Deep Within Sweet Lady Liberty's Passionsword Arena Of...

The Divine Wanderings To Thus Find The Apparent
Needle In The Haystack Stacked Within The Ancient
Wanderings Amid Those Flaming Fires Of Nirvana.

Chant Of The Wanderer Lyrics
Hank Snow
(The rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills)
Take a look at the sky where the whippoorwill thrills
And the mountains so high where the cataract spills
Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills
Hear the wanderlust call of the whispering hills
(The rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills)
Ooh ooh (the rippling rills the cataract spills the whippoorwill thrills)
Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow
Let the silver sands change where the prairie winds blow
Let the wanderer sing where the wanderers go
Let the melody ring for he's happy I know
(The wanderers go the prairie winds blow the tumbleweeds grow)
Ooh ooh (the wanderers go the prairie winds blow the tumbleweeds grow)
Let me follow the trail where the buffalo roam
Let a silver cloud sail where the settin' sun shone
Let the lobo wolf wail in a broken heart tone
Let it storm let it gale still the prairie's my home
(A broken heart tone the seting sun shone the buffalo roam)
Ooh ooh (a broken heart tone the seting sun shone the buffalo roam)
The prairie's my home

Thus To Those That Have Been Left Far Under-Estimated
They Will But Now Arise Out From Their Living Graves
To Reap Back That Which Was Sown Against Them...
But Also A Divine Warning To Those Who Have
This Mute-U-ally Funded Aversion To Honor Truth & Justice
For Unto Nirvana Are Found All Those Lost Hopes & Dreams
That Doth True-ly Lie Within...

Thus Many
Will Now Be Thus NeutriLiZed Down To Size As The Great EquiliZeRs
Momentum Thus GaiNs Full Speed Ahead Reaon To Believe.
For They Understand The Others Special Sick Needs & Special Reasoning
For Mass Their Mass Liquidation...& The Smell Of Poop...For They Revel In
Their Gross Disgraceful Deviations From The Normal Core Of Resistence.

Thus Their Functions & Purposes Will Now Bein To Be Stilled
In The Still Of The Night...Finding That Needle In A Proverbial Haystack.
As The Cards Become More & More Stacked Heavily Against Their Fraudulent
Over Blown Efforts At More Oil Barreled Filled To The Brim With Greed.

It's UnCanty...As It's always Inherently Quite Apparent That So Many
Become Trapped Within Part Of Someone Or something Elses Fully Filtered
Abuses & Crazed Causes Of Mass Catered Catafalques Of Corruption That Abounds
Within The Locusts Swarmed Catacombs That Call Back Forth Ancient Wanderings Amid The Flaming Fires Of Nirvana.

Bring Democracy To Iraq...For Their Own Purposes...What Democracy!
How About Saudi Arabia Along with It There Anglo-American Hypocrites.
So Some Need Our Fake Democracy While Others Don't...Depends On
Which Greedy Hypocritical Way The Oily Winds Blow...Full Blown Now.
As Swarms Of Red Ants Also Pour Across As The Eastern Winds Doth Blow.
A Blow To The Wandering Winds Of Charged Change.

So Go Now & Connect The Divine Catalysis Dots...Of...

The Wanderer
(Dion)

Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around
I kiss 'em and I love'em 'cause to me they're all the same
I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name
They call me the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...

Oh well there's Flo on my left and there's Mary on my right
And Janie is the girl with that I'll be with tonight
And when she asks me which one I love the best I tear open my shirt
I got Rosie on my chest 'Cause I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...
Oh well I roam from town to town I go through life without a care
'Til I'm as happy as a clown With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere

I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around I'm never in one place
I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world
Yeah I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer
I roam around around around...

Oh yeah I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place
I roam from town to town
And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world
Yeah 'cause I'm a wanderer yeah a wanderer
I roam around around around... '
Cause I'm a wanderer yeah a wanderer I roam around around around...

More Vendetta Wandererings To Unfold & Be Recorded
On ThE World's Stage...As Others Are Staging Their Staged efforts
Of Self Absorbed Greed That Shall Lead To Much Destruction
In The AsO-Asserted Construction...

A Hit & Run Ice Age Meltdown Turning Back Into THE WILD...
As You Now Try & Find The I've Been Everywhere
Blues Clues Within Of The Where...& The Pre-Timed When?

I've Been Everywhere - Hank Snow
I was totin' my pack along a dusty Winnemucca road
When along came a semi with a high canvas covered load
"If you're going to Winnemucca, Mac with me you can ride."
So I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand
And I said, [break] "Listen, Bud I've traveled every road in this here
land."

I've been everywhere, man, I've been everywhere, man
'Cross the deserts bare, man, I've breathed the mountain air, man
Of travel, I've had my share, man, I've been everywhere.

I been to Reno, Chicago, Fargo, Minnesota, Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow,
Sarasota,
Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma, Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma,
Bangor, Baltimore, Salvador, Amarillo, Tocopilla, Barranquilla, and
Padilla, I'm a killer.

Boston, Charleston, Dayton, Louisiana, Washington, Houston, Kingston,
Texarkana,
Monterey, Ferraday, Santa Fe, Tallapoosa, Glen Rock, Black Rock, Little
Rock, Oskaloosa,
Tennessee, Hennessey, Chicopee, Spirit Lake, Grand Lake, Devil Lake,
Crater Lake, for Pete's sake;

Louisville, Nashville, Knoxville, Ombabika, Shefferville, Jacksonville,
Waterville, Costa Rica,
Pittsfield, Springfield, Bakersfield, Shreveport, Hackensack, Cadillac,
Fond Du Lac, Davenport,
Idaho, Jellicoe, Argentina, Diamontina, Pasadena, Catalina,
see what I mean,

Pittsburgh, Parkersburg, Gravellburg, Colorado, Ellensburg, Rexburg,
Vicksburg, Eldorado,
Larrimore, Atmore, Haverstraw, Chattanika, Chaska, Nebraska, Alaska,
Opelika,
Baraboo, Waterloo, Kalamazoo, Kansas City, Sioux City, Cedar City, Dodge
City, what a pity;

In Dedication & In Memoriam To
Clarence Eugene ("Hank") Snow-The Singing Ranger
Born May 9th 1914- Died December 20, 1999.

List Of Hank Snow's Number One Hits

I'm Moving On 7/1/50
The Golden Rocket 11/25/50
Rhumba Boogie 3/3/51
I Don't Hurt Anymore 5/29/54
Let Me Go Lover 12/25/54
I've Been Everywhere 9/15/62
Hello Love 2/9/74


Also In Dedication To Dione DiMuccio(AKA-DION)

Thus an Eternal Endless Infinite Cosmic Karmic Struggle
for understanding and enlightenment!

Exit now from Sweet Lady Libertys Divine Arena Of...
The New Matriarchal Aquarian Millennium Reign
Of The Great Reign Reigning.

THUS YOU HAVE BEEN FOREWARNED...
AS THE DIVINE LOCUST SWARMS NOW ABOUND...

Signed Happily, Sadly, Gladly & Madly
At The PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Sweet Over Bitter Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionsWord

We At Sweet Liberty's Passionsword Arena Have Spoken!!

No one loves the man whom he fears. ~Aristotle (384-322 BC)

Thus...FIND WITHIN NIRVANA...As You Now...
Hear That Ol' Train Whistle A Blowing...

To Fade Once More Into The Divine Wanderings To Thus Find
The Apparent Needle In The Haystack Stacked Within
The Ancient Wanderings Amid The Flaming Fires Of Nirvana