Israelina in My Mind
So many words/notes ... scribbled/jotted ... the last couple of weeks (alone). So many thoughts. So many ideas. So many links, just begging ... for the light of day. And likely, you ain't gunna get em (I may add later/we'll see/no promises). Tired. Rundown. My energy ebbing. My spirit battered. Abused. As my Country lay dying. Murdered. All too callously. Way too heinously. Right before my very eyes. As the world whole, plunges vertically ... with throttle pegged, into darkness.
This Country IS already gone.
You just don't know it.
Cannot see it.
Or ... don't want to (see it, or know it).
Yes, I have had a real hard time comming to grips. With reality too.
Yeah.
It's pretty f*cking frightening actually.
Horrific.
Just.
F*cking.
Horrific.
So, to take up/fill the empty existential space? We'll regale you, with a lil song (melody/lyric: James Taylor/Carolina in My Mind)
In my mind I'm going to Israelina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine?
Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
Karen she's the silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine,
watch her watch the morning come.
A silver tear appearing now I'm crying, ain't I? I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
There ain't no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing around,
whisper something soft and kind.
And hey, babe, the sky's on fire, I'm dying, ain't I? I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
In my mind I'm going to Israelina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine?
Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway calling.
Geese in flight and dogs that bite.
And signs that might be omens say I'm going, going I'm gone to Israelina in my mind.
Now with a holy host of others standing round me, still I'm on the dark side of the moon.
And it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me
if I'm up and gone to Israelina in my mind.
This Country IS already gone.
You just don't know it.
Cannot see it.
Or ... don't want to (see it, or know it).
Yes, I have had a real hard time comming to grips. With reality too.
Yeah.
It's pretty f*cking frightening actually.
Horrific.
Just.
F*cking.
Horrific.
So, to take up/fill the empty existential space? We'll regale you, with a lil song (melody/lyric: James Taylor/Carolina in My Mind)
In my mind I'm going to Israelina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine?
Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
Karen she's the silver sun, you best walk her way and watch it shine,
watch her watch the morning come.
A silver tear appearing now I'm crying, ain't I? I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
There ain't no doubt in no ones mind that loves the finest thing around,
whisper something soft and kind.
And hey, babe, the sky's on fire, I'm dying, ain't I? I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
In my mind I'm going to Israelina. Can't you see the sunshine, can't you just feel the moonshine?
Ain't it just like a friend of mine to hit me from behind? Yes, I'm going to Israelina in my mind.
Dark and silent late last night, I think I might have heard the highway calling.
Geese in flight and dogs that bite.
And signs that might be omens say I'm going, going I'm gone to Israelina in my mind.
Now with a holy host of others standing round me, still I'm on the dark side of the moon.
And it seems like it goes on like this forever, you must forgive me
if I'm up and gone to Israelina in my mind.
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