Some sunny day baby
When everything seems okay, baby
Youll wake up and find out you’re alone
Cause Ill be gone
Gone, gone, gone really gone
Here it is Friday evening and I would have thought my mind would be on the bigger questions of life – being there’s one day left and all. But, instead I met some old co-workers for a drink, talked pleasantly about nothing, laughed uproariously at the appropriate times, but not desperately like a man looking over his shoulder. I arrived home and my wife was watching the 1984 blockbuster Romancing the Stone on TV and my deepest thought was could this really be the last movie I see? The last celluloid image being Michael Douglas sliding out of control down a faux Colombian mudslide to end up between Kathleen Turners legs? Shouldn’t we be watching Citizen Kane or Exodus or Titanic? As an aside one day (or never!) I’ll blog about my belief that what the Apostle John saw 2,000 years ago wasn’t in fact four horsemen, but was instead four James Cameron movies and being not from a time when there was cinema, good or bad, the only way he could describe them was Conquest, War, Famine and Death.
All this to say I decided to unceremoniously scrap the day-before-the-rapture blog entry and listen to some unapocalyptic music instead; The Everly Brothers. If you still have a record player the following doesn’t apply to you, but if you’re sadly lacking and only playing music from CD or digital file you can more or less scratch your Everly Brother itch with two collections: The Cadence Recordings and the Warner Brother Collection.
So there I was minding my own business and singing along with Cathy’s Clown and Crying In The Rain when what pops up but Gone, Gone, Gone. Or should I say, a wake-up call! Who or what are the powerful hands of fate that lead two young brothers to record a song in 1964 as a private message to a man who had lost focus (faith) forty-seven years later? This song which had slumbered for decades only to have the needle dropped at exactly twenty-four hours before the decoded rapture. Coincidence you say? May I remind you:
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5
Not feeling so confident now are you, smart guy?
The song is 2:04 seconds – which happens to be exactly the decoded and therefore prophesied length of the coming earthquake. Even now the hairs on my arms are standing straight up. One of the follicles has turned snowy white. Now, here’s where it gets really weird. The final verse:
If you change your way baby
You might get me to stay baby
Ya better hurry up if ya dont wanna be alone
Or Ill be gone
Gone, gone, gone
Can there be any doubt remaining?
Hey Sinner, get ready. One day remains.