When I could travel the tribal areas of Pakistan and survive with just two phrases. No money. Just goodwill. The phrases were Allah Akbar and Pani Lau. I guess it was really dangerous back then too, but I didn't know any better. I was thirteen, I think. He-he.
Anti-christ. I'm glad it wasn't anti-Jesus. There's no way to get around that.
I'm living Matrix, Paycheck, Dune in the color of the Lord. You, too, will soon be just like me. Living in the color of the Lord. Hopefully.
Sheryl succeeded in comforting me with If It Makes You Happy, Then Why The Hell Are You So Sad. Living in the color of the Lord. Amen. Allah Akbar.
Slo - Bells of New York. Really picked me up and threw me around and up and down. Smokey, nice voice. Stand By Me. Yes, it's okay to think of God, in part, as a woman. If you want, whatever. Yeah, I know. Righteous.
Hey, do you know my voice resonates? But only in the color of the Lord.
If the Catholics are right and I hope they are, I may meet Jesus in flesh and blood. That would be nice too. I'm talking the actual Jesus. Not spirit in bodies. Tony. Bob. And people with distinctive or hard to pronounce much less spell names. Both male and female. People with animals or plants or religion in their names.
Some one cerebral likes Weather. Birdland. Black Market. Jaco - Blackbird, River People. It's Muhammad. Doesn't speak English. Well, he does in a sense. Anyway, you get the idea.
I hope some one tells the Afghanis they can make a better living growing more traditional crops. Much easier than scraping resin all day. Ages ago, when things were good in Kabul. I hear the Intercontinental was bombed out, I think. Way Back. With mom and sis, on the hill having dinner. Surreal. Color of God. Lot of brown. Wonder why.
End of CD. Ended with Mysterious Traveller. Oops! Guess not. Wes. Canadian Sunset. Muhammed, you still here. Allah Akbar. Thanks for teaching me Insallah. Pretty good trick. Caravan. Going Out Of My Head. Not mind, but Head. Mind you. Wow! Color of the Lord, again! Welcome gift from Muhammed. Now, we're listening to Impressions. Me? Right now? I want to exist forever with my mp3 and you guys. Please, come on. Jesus? Muhammad? Man, you guys are fast. Disappear on me.
Some one likes Woody. Including Wood(s) and the bartender. Midnight Special. Alan and Jimmy. It's 5 O'clock Somewhere. But don't drink too many chemicals, promise?
Bijou. I Love You More Than Any One. From God. Love Love. And I am back to Blind Faith. I knew this was going to happen.
