Stone of stumbling and rock of offense (wordweaverlynn) wrote,
Stone of stumbling and rock of offense

In the Path of the Storm

For all my friends, New Yorkers or not. Stay safe and dry, and have as much fun as you can with the wild weather.
Ninety Mile Wind
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Hans-Eckardt Wenzel

Tonight is a night I'll walk in the wind
And listen to stuff I can write
The radio says a ninety mile wind
Will whip old New York town tonight.

Well I did walk and the wind did come
And I got to see who was the toughest
New York town or the high blowing wind
And I found out New York was the roughest.

This town has stood up in the face of things
Lots worse than a ninety mile wind
It's not bad storms I'm afraid of today
But the greed that our leaders walk in.

I'll walk along the boardwalk rail
And feel and hear this ninety mile gale
I can hear the ocean mourn and groan
And I wonder about ships lost out in this storm

So come on wind and blow out your brains
Blow like a cyclone across the flat plains
This is just an echo of our world wide storm
That's ripping away our balls and our chains.

Blow you little hurricane blow blow blow
I can see the Ferris Wheel and the parachute jump
And the men and women in overalls holding Coney Island's rides down and I sometimes wonder what we do between blows
That is half as much fun as Coney Island or New York town
In a ninety or a hundred miles an hour storm.

And I remember that nature fights against all of man
And that man fights against all of nature
And that everything bites and fights every other thing
And that hurricanes do blow
And will blow
Some harder than others
Words © Copyright 2002 by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
Link swiped from [personal profile] sillymom

I was a newlywed living in Ridgefield, CT, when Gloria hit. In the morning we ventured out into the outer bands of the storm. Later we settled into our apartment; we'd already taped the windows and done all we could to prepare. We had a gas stove with a pilot light, not an electronic starter, so I was able to cook a big pot of chili. We also had a bit of Frangelico, so we finished that off, ate some chili, and took a lovely nap together.

May all your storm experiences be as pleasant as mine during Gloria.

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