…Or in this case, Telecaster.
I was totally inspired today by a friend’s blog who goes by Pussymuscle// Hope you dont mind I äm linking you here Lil//. I dont know if it was the misty feelings she gave me from reading her morning forest blog or the absent mindedness of her rants going on with her day.. Either way, I had this feeling that time was slipping away as I sat on my couch early AM with a cup of Kamille tea and the feeble feeling of being a tiny human being caught in the catastrophes and disasters that occur on this planet. It’s hard you know, when you think of a typhoon ripping through thousands of people, to go on with activities that require so much of this precious monetary shiße… to drop 50€ on a dinner, to fantasize about making hemp seed sprouts and baking scones in the morning. Such luxuries, all because I was fortunate enough to be born in a certain location in an infrastructure that offers me “opportunities” …It’s totally bizarre.
Do you also wonder what “celebrities” are doing with their hordes of money? I fantasize about a secret celebrity undergroud where there are thousands of organizations dedicated to peace and equality. insert short empty laugh here.
Anyway, I had to write this song
If you’re interested the lyrics are simple:
“Don’t be late child, The Sun won’t shine, If you’re fate child, is just in your mind. Time don’t wait love, you best get in line, What they tell you.. time and time again, child. Don’t be shy baby, Silence will only make you crazy, Don’t you cry my lovely bird, The Sun will rise so you may sing, Just Give it Time baby.”
I dedicate this to the many island folks without moms, dads, children, shelter, food, and comfort everywhere but tonight especially in the Phillippines.
Sincerely,
blüm
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