Requiem for an American Atlantis

City of New Orleans

Words and music:

Arlo Guthrie

Ridin' on the City of New Orleans

Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail

15 cars & 15 restless riders

Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All along the southbound odyssey

the train pulls out of Kankakee

Rolls along past houses, farms & fields

Passin' graves that have no name,

freight yards full of old black men

And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Good mornin' America, how are you?

Don't you know me? I'm your native son!

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done

Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car

Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score

Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle

And feel the wheels rumblin' neath the floor

And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers

Ride their fathers' magic carpets made of steel

Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat

And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel

Good mornin' America, how are you?

Say don't you know me? I'm your native son!

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Night time on the City of New Orleans

Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee

Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'

Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea

But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream

And the steel rail still ain't heard the news

The conductor sings his songs again

The passengers will please refrain:

This train got the disappearin' railroad blues

Good night America, how are you?

Say don't you know me?

I'm your native son!

I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans.

I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done.

Unnatural Disaster: Bush & Co.= Abysmal Failure

It has been 6 days since the worst natural disaster arrived on the shores of the Gulf coast; unprecedented and of epic proportion. I have been wordless since because the raging storm within me finds no words to express the intensity of my grief and sorrow for this horrific tragedy and malestrom of death, destruction and despair. It's impossible for me to view all this from one lens as more scenarios arise. It's impossible for me to isolate even one dimension of this catastrophe because of the emotional chaos I feel each time I see one more sorrowful story unfold. And it's impossible for me to see clearly through my rage.

The President of the United States is a failure...an abysmal failure of incredible magnitude. He is a fraud, a deceitful charlatan whose coldness and lack of empathy rings true about all his actions and words...and that is the ONLY truth about him. On vacation, a-strummin' and a-grinnin', toolin' around a golf course, this waste of human flesh waited FIVE days before he planted his feet on terra firma while our AMERICAN CITIZENS gulped their last breaths full of mud, slime, toxins, human waste and the by-products of decaying bodies. Mr. Compassionate Conservative...God's Fortunate Chosen Son...a day late and a dollar short..AGAIN. I really can't say anything more about him at this time; you get my point. But I will...soon...once I release this torrent of tears inside me now held back by my own levee of anger.

So, for now, let me direct you to this link: Click here: Air America Radio. I chose this site because it is well researched, truthful and I trust them. While you're there, listen to the live programming located on the left hand side of the site. I strongly recommend the Randi Rhodes Show aired every week day from 3pm-7pm and Mike Malloy, aired from 10pm - 1am. They're a strong antidote to the right wing liars. Please reach deeply into your souls and do what you can to help.

IT IS TIME TO IMPEACH gEORGE w. bUSH!!! NOW.