So long Kenny. See you a little further down the road.
Sail away with me to another world…
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Only by Fire is Fascism Finished
Year upon year in Earth’s darker forests,
Heaped at the foot of the trees,
Dry drifts of wood rot and leaf fall increase
Which sunlight shall never seize.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
The ash that descends in the September skies
Where the leapers swam down the stones?
Best answered by bombs from mid-heaven at prayer
With that fire which hollows the bones.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
If their god decrees war, God’s war shall prevail.
His lessons are seared in His stone.
No dreams shall defer, nor wishes erase,
The answers that burn in the bone.
The vampire by sunlight or stake.
The wolfman by silver in bone.
The demon by bell, book, and pentagram.
The fascist by fire alone.
Only by Fire is Fascism Finished.
This Sin is demanded that Your Line may Live.
Only through Fire is Freedom Reborn.
Each generation pulls the Sword from the Stone.
— Van der Leun
A pick to dig out and a lantern to find honest men
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Whuddaya know. Somewhere in the darkness, the gambler, he broke even.
Many years ago, at WE Fest, in Detroit Lakes, MN. I had my back to him, as I was security, see? But I overheard a guy ask him, “Do you ever get sick of singing, ‘You got to know when to hold up,’?”
Kenny’s reply: “Man, I am thrilled that anyone wants to hear me sing that enough to pay me.”
every hand’s a winner
And every hand’s a loser
And the best that you can hope for
is to die in your sleep
That’s been with me for thousands of dark nights. Thanks, Kenny.
For a long time, I assumed one or both of them wrote Islands in the Stream. Wrong! The Bee Gees wrote it. Cross-pollination at its finest.
Gordon Scott: great story. KR was a true gentleman artist.
Saw kenny in the 80’s
His opening act was the righteous brothers
Wonderful show
Late 80s at the Arena Theater in Houston. KR puts on a great show and as it is coming to a lose he reintroduces as a former rocker and breaks out with a very raw and classic ‘Condition’. About 1/3 of the audience jumped up and ran for the exits! The rest of us laughed our asses off.
Got to see one of his lat shows 2-3 years ago at Michael Berry’s Redneck Country Club. KR had lost some of his edge but the gratitude he expressed to that sell out crowd was exceptional. Still had a sense of humor and did a great job of telling stories of the past 60 years of doing what he enjoyed.
Kenny Rogers Roasters. Great chicken.
We Five.
RIP,Kenny
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xO1CqLpadAM
First Edition,Not We Five. Thank you,Tim. Great song,too.
I’ve been taking too many duhhh pills lately.