

Sometimes, when
La Luna is aligned with Sagittarius, I shuffle over to the stereo in my oversize
kaftan and put on
Mother Sky from
Can's 2nd album
Soundtracks and I just jam and jam and jam, shaking my dreadlocks until they're sore and begging for a good shampoo. Later, I strip down, put on a crisp white shirt (making sure my long translucent neck is jutting out of the collar, buttoned to the top) and play
A Kitchen In The Clouds from the
Come On compilation
The Come On Story, all the while cutting my balding wispy hair to a choppy length. When I look in the mirror, I remind myself that I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song. I put the words and the melodies together. I am music and I write the songs.
2 comments:
Okay well we're even now because the next thing I buy will have to be Come On. How have I never heard them before?
Okay well we're even now because the next thing I buy will have to be Come On. How have I never heard them before?
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