Great Dust Storm Disaster 1935

 Great Dust Storm Disaster 1935 

song written by Woody Guthrie recorded 5.2.2024 revealed by

World teacher Genius Wild Herb Ways solo acoustic guitar harmonica, grateful to the Valkyries at the Hof of Freya, for Friday and all the opportunities of Vanir for cats and pigs, thank you Goddess Freya for the Solomon seal, columbine and primrose, thank you revealing to us on your day Freyas-day, your necklace as Orion shining with rain and snow.

"On the 14th day of April of 1935,

There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky.

You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked deathlike black,

And through our mighty nation, it left a dreadful track.

From Oklahoma City to the Arizona line,

Dakota and Nebraska to the lazy Rio Grande,

It fell across our city like a curtain of black rolled down,

We thought it was our judgement, we thought it was our doom.

The radio reported, we listened with alarm,

The wild and windy actions of this great mysterious storm;

From Albuquerque and Clovis, and all New Mexico,

They said it was the blackest that ever they had saw.

From old Dodge City, Kansas, the dust had rung their knell,

And a few more comrades sleeping on top of old Boot Hill.

From Denver, Colorado, they said it blew so strong,

They thought that they could hold out, but they didn't know how long.

Our relatives were huddled into their oil boom shacks,

And the children they was cryin' as it whistled through the cracks.

And the family it was crowded into their little room,

They thought the world had ended, and they thought it was their doom.

The storm took place at sundown, it lasted through the night,

When we looked out next morning, we saw a terrible sight.

We saw outside our window where wheat fields they had grown

Was now a rippling ocean of dust the wind had blown.

It covered up our fences, it covered up our barns,

It covered up our tractors in this wild and dusty storm.

We loaded our jalopies and piled our families in,

We rattled down that highway to never come back again." -lyrics and music by Woody Guthrie

Rain Keeps Falling Down

 Rain Keeps Falling

Original song recorded 3.26.2021 all music, lyrics, guitars, vocals, bass, percussion by PaulManski 

Wildherbways.

https://youtu.be/2EyhyQrcAYE

Lyrics: 

"Cold  cloudy day, the rain keeps falling.

Misty, foggy dew.

Waxing gibbous moon in gemini(sidereal),

Rain keeps falling down.

On Roger's peak, snow is falling,

Middle fork black cottonwood.

Skunk cabbage on Lake Ellen frozen,

cold wet rainy day.

White tailed deer, mother Mary,

the roads are filled with mud.

On the medicine road,

White tailed deer, Mother Mary,

Rain keeps falling down."

I Hope To See Jesus, When He Comes

 "I Hope To See Jesus When He Comes", 

original song by Paul Manski, all guitars, lyrics, vocals and pictures by Paul Manski. Recorded 12-5-2016

https://youtu.be/Md1hA7xlLvk

"I hope to see Jesus when he comes,

I hope to see Jesus when he comes,

The father son and holy ghost one are one, I hope to see Jesus when he comes.

Chorus: When He comes, When he comes,

the father son and holy ghost are one. 

I hope to see Jesus, I hope to see Jesus, 

I hope to see Jesus when he comes. 

I hope to see Jesus when he comes./

 I hope to see the rapture when it comes

 all those sleeping now will be walking in the sun, I hope to see the rapture when it comes./ 

Chorus: 

I hope to see sweet Mary when she comes,  I hope to see sweet Mary when she comes, wearing a blue

Mantle the queen of of Heaven reign's has begun 

I hope to see sweet Mary when she comes./ 

Chorus:

I'll see Moses and Elijah when they come,

I'll see Moses and Elijah when they come. I'll see Moses and Elijah and all the Hebrew prophets, when they come

I'll see Moses and Elijah when they come ./

Chorus:

I will see the four Horsemen when they come, I will see the four Horsemen when they come,

Matthew Mark Luke and John with these you can't go wrong. I will see the four Horsemen when they come.

Chorus:

 I'll see the four Horsemen when they come. I'll see the four Horsemen when they come.

Chorus:

 I hope to see Wovoka when he comes,

I hope to see Wovoka when he comes

it will roll up like a carpet, Buffalo will thunder, 

I hope to see Wovoka when he comes.

Chorus:

It will roll up like carpet when he comes,

It will roll up like carpet when he comes.

Buffalo thunder, the grass will be greener 

it will roll up like a carpet when he comes.

Chorus:

I hope to know God's mercy when he comes,

I hope to know God's mercy when he comes.

i've been such a poor sinner my faith just getting thinner,

hope to know God's mercy when he comes.

Chorus:

I will wear my ghost shirt and be dancing when he comes. 

I will wear my ghost shirt and be dancing when he comes. 

I will wear my ghost shirt and be dancing when he comes, the weapons can not stop me,

I'll be wearing my ghost shirt dancing

 when you he comes.

Chorus:

I hope to see Jesus when he comes,

I hope to see Jesus when he comes,

The father son and holy ghost one are one, I hope to see Jesus when he comes.

Chorus: When He comes, When he comes,

the father son and holy ghost are one. 

I hope to see Jesus, I hope to see Jesus, 

I hope to see Jesus when he comes."

Words and music by Paul Manski, traditional melody. 

Till Jesus Comes, No time to Think

“Till Jesus Comes” (There’s No Time To Think)

                                              

An original song by Paul Manski. Written 03-19-2020 All Music and Lyrics by Paul Manski. All electric and acoustic guitars, harmonicabass, percussion, performed, recorded and mixed by Paul Manski. For Eileen, Joshua, Father Joseph Terra, St Kenneth Walker, St Marcel Lefebvre, and to all those who believe in the real work. Blessings. 

Lyrics:

“i awoke from a dream at the Deer-House, passed ruins, to an empty room. As I walked, witches flew in the sky underneath the blood red moon. The throne of the king was empty, laid waste by thieves. I saw a Blonde young princess, wrapped in chains, captivated by the falling leaves.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Empty hammers strike the bells. I grovel thru the filthy air, hoping to hear the ringing of the bells…There was No Time To Think…

                           

I approach the Blonde haired princess, bound & chained. Next to her are Seven angels with Seven vials, all of them blood stained.

She was clothed in purple scarlet, a golden cup in her hand, Gilt with gold, precious stones and pearls. The angels lifted the cup up to her lips to drink. With each sip I saw another dead Christian soldier…Till Jesus comes…There is No Time to Think…

                              

I was led to a shining city, to a church near the capital.

I was made to watch a priest, 

                        

beaten, to death at the foot of his altar. The police arrived just then and they called it a robbery. 

                               

The judge spoke, “We find no guilt in this man, absolutely, no culpability. The priest should have known better than to preach pride, mercy or dignity. We don’t need those things no more.” I said

                

…Till Jesus comes…There’s no, No time to think… 

Inside the church Salome danced for masked Herod the king. The singers and entertainers had many gifts to bring. On the marble steps near the altar where the blood of John the Baptist fell. They expected flowers to grow instead there was sadness, and nothing was well.

Where before banners waved and children danced, now desolation Filled the land.

For 14 years I wandered trying to say the words, “Till Jesus comes”,  There’s No time to think…

At the palace of the king the angels placed a mask upon the throne. Saturn returns, dressed in rags, his voice a whispered hollow stone. He said to me, “A righteous woman, who would understand?  Every man deserves a courtesan someone to hold, to caress with his hands.”

I wait for you where winter turns slowly into spring. The Pasque flower blooms beneath the Ironwood and palo verde trees…Till Jesus Comes…No Time To Think…

I was led to a market along dry river, 

where children stare at their reflection’s in a mirror. Their women bear no children, The echo repeats, “who’s there? Who’s there? Who’s there?”    

The children with endless hunger swoon, their hunger never filled. Their Nemesis an endless hunger for echoes of the daffodil. 

Such a strange foolish bargain, to have all songs sung in the mirror. Faith in their hands shall snap in two…Till Jesus comes…There’s No Time To Think

I was given bitter poison to drink, and slowly walked away. I saw a blue feathered stellar jay on a yucca impaled.  Seven angels with Seven vials showed me the harlot’s great city of Seven Hills. The White bishop wanders the city in ruins, with trembling halting steps.

He prays for the souls of corpses, that he meets along the way.

At the top of the mountain I saw the White Bishop get blown away…Till Jesus Comes, There’s No Time to Think

On Every high hill, under every green tree, all former things have passed away. Enough with words…Behold I make all things new, Till Jesus comes…There’s No time to think… Till Jesus comes…There’s No time to think…

The Christian Life (cover) of Louvin Brothers

Ninety Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street

visions of johanna

i'll fly away

sooner or later, one of us must know