Many Rivers to Cross

Hudson River

Hurricane Irene has me as a captive Rider on the Storm right now and literally Waiting for the Sun, but I’m feeling like Jimmy Cliff – Listen

Many rivers to cross
But I can’t seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost
As I travel along the white cliffs of dover

Many rivers to cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I’ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely survive because of my pride

[EndNote: hit all these links to listen to some special stuff , when I was back at school, and read of current affairs.

This is especially provided for a nostalgic trip for my Salem NY reader – a Wild Child .

Salem is a special place with lots of memories, if only for our brief afternoon – on love street, in light on the experiences of a changeling.

It sure would be lovely to see you again my friend (cause you know I’ve always been your man – and gone to great lengths to prove it , so touch me! – and don’t ask why, but tell all the people that you see).

No regrets Coyote!

This is the End, so when the music’s over, turn out the light, but not before listening to my friend Neil Young, just for old time’s sake:

The world is turnin’,
I hope it don’t turn away,
The world is turnin’,
I hope it don’t turn away.
All my pictures are fallin’
from the wall where
I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin’,
I hope it don’t turn away

[…]

Get out of town,
think I’ll get out of town,
Get out of town,
think I’ll get out of town.
I head for the sticks
with my bus and friends,
I follow the road,
though I don’t know
where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town,
think I’ll get out of town.

‘Cause the world is turnin’,
I don’t want to
see it turn away.

~~~ “On the Beach” Neil Young (1974) (listen)