Are you aware all of us are 15-17? plz answer? nt

[ Follow Ups ] [ Post Followup ] [ The View Askew WWWBoard ] [ FAQ ]

Posted by Plea The Fish at 12-248-124-64.client.attbi.com on August 25, 2002 at 11:06:05:

In Reply to: a Jersey song... posted by babka on August 25, 2002 at 10:45:16:

: ...by Richard Shindell

:
: TRANSIT

:
: The merge from the Turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch
: It was Friday at five and no one was giving an inch
: They squeezed and they edged and they glared
: Half of them clearly impaired
: By rage or exhaustion - the rest were just touchy as hell.

: Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed down to a crawl
: The all-news station was thanking someone for the call
: It's a van from St. Agnes' Choir
: There's a nun out there changing a tire
: By the time they got by her tempers were out of control

: They all hit the gas in a dash for position
: Bobbing and weaving, flashing their high-beams
: Flipping the bird, screaming obscenities
: A murderous horde, hell-bent on Saturday

: And so they continued, westbound and into the sun
: Law and decorum constraining nary a one
: By then it was devil-may-care
: Not one even vaguely aware
: That they'd come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap

: How had it happened? They had all missed their exits
: How had it happened? Was it some kind of vortex
: And in they all went, bumper to bumper
: Faster and faster, no sign of a trooper

: And in they all went like sheep to the slaughter
: Bankers and carpenters, doctors and lawyers
: And in they all went - families in minivans
: Reagan republicans, weekend militiamen

: They followed the river and rounded the bend
: Between Minsi and Tammany and into their destiny
: Lying in ambush right there before them
: The angry old sun right on the horizon

: Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare
: She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear
: Thank God the traffic was light
: If she hurried she might not be late
: For that evening's performance
: At the State Penitentiary

: She entered the common room - there was her choir
: Altos and baritones, basses and tenors
: Car-thieves and crack-dealers, mobsters and murderers
: Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers

: And so it began, in glorious harmony
: "Softly and Tenderly" - calling for you and me
: With the interstate whining way off in the distance
: And the sun going down
: Through the bars of the prison

: And they poured out their souls
: They poured out their memories
: They poured out their hopes for what's left of eternity
: To Sister Maria, her soul like a prism
: For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces

: ***
: **
: *

Follow Ups:

such a hard question. babka 11:13:31 8/25/02 (1)
- No. That's a bad generalization. VioLenT BoB (Dr.J0nes) 13:58:30 8/25/02 (0)
Oops, plz ignore this above post. nt Plea The Fish 11:06:49 8/25/02 (2)
- how can I ignore it, Plea the Fish? babka 11:15:32 8/25/02 (1)
  - really, its a big misunderstanding PLEASE READ Plea The Fish 13:15:14 8/25/02 (0)

Post a Followup

E-Mail/Userid:
Password:

Subject:

Comments:
: : ...by Richard Shindell : : : : TRANSIT : : : : The merge from the Turnpike was murder, but it's never a cinch : : It was Friday at five and no one was giving an inch : : They squeezed and they edged and they glared : : Half of them clearly impaired : : By rage or exhaustion - the rest were just touchy as hell. : : Somewhere near Paterson everything slowed down to a crawl : : The all-news station was thanking someone for the call : : It's a van from St. Agnes' Choir : : There's a nun out there changing a tire : : By the time they got by her tempers were out of control : : They all hit the gas in a dash for position : : Bobbing and weaving, flashing their high-beams : : Flipping the bird, screaming obscenities : : A murderous horde, hell-bent on Saturday : : And so they continued, westbound and into the sun : : Law and decorum constraining nary a one : : By then it was devil-may-care : : Not one even vaguely aware : : That they'd come all the way to the Delaware Water Gap : : How had it happened? They had all missed their exits : : How had it happened? Was it some kind of vortex : : And in they all went, bumper to bumper : : Faster and faster, no sign of a trooper : : And in they all went like sheep to the slaughter : : Bankers and carpenters, doctors and lawyers : : And in they all went - families in minivans : : Reagan republicans, weekend militiamen : : They followed the river and rounded the bend : : Between Minsi and Tammany and into their destiny : : Lying in ambush right there before them : : The angry old sun right on the horizon : : Sister Maria tightened the bolts of the spare : : She said a quick prayer and put the old van into gear : : Thank God the traffic was light : : If she hurried she might not be late : : For that evening's performance : : At the State Penitentiary : : She entered the common room - there was her choir : : Altos and baritones, basses and tenors : : Car-thieves and crack-dealers, mobsters and murderers : : Husbands and sons, fathers and brothers : : And so it began, in glorious harmony : : "Softly and Tenderly" - calling for you and me : : With the interstate whining way off in the distance : : And the sun going down : : Through the bars of the prison : : And they poured out their souls : : They poured out their memories : : They poured out their hopes for what's left of eternity : : To Sister Maria, her soul like a prism : : For the light of forgiveness on all of their faces : : *** : : ** : : *

Optional Link URL:
Link Title:
Optional Image URL:

[ Follow Ups ] [ Post Followup ] [ The View Askew WWWBoard ] [ FAQ ]