My favorite things to do are to get stoned and play the Galaxy Guitar and only in that order because the Galaxy Guitar is harder to light.
(Ed: you ain't Rodney Dangerfield)
Nah, and I ain't Jimi Hendrix either (sob).
Reefer isn't needed to play but it sure does make it entertaining and with the lasers ... gadzooks ... it's another Universe ... but it is anyway, the lasers only show the colors of it ... but ... dayum ... do they show those colors.
I don't want to preach and I don't want the Galaxy Guitar to do it either, she only wants to sing of love, peace and understanding just as Elvis (no, not that Elvis) always did. We're sure the original Elvis did as well but he was lost in money and drugs, to the detriment of us all.
It's my own lament that my writing is my greater strength over my music but to fail to use it toward the same things for which others have stood is a greater abdication of responsibility to my life and that which was given to me than failing to achieve some huge musical goal of some kind. It's still my hope I will achieve those musical goals anyway but this must take precedence and the passion for it awakens me at night.
I'm not fascinated by my own words and I don't even like them because every one of them is a note I didn't play, a song I didn't sing, but I must. I don't know what drives this so hard but maybe it's that little refugee boy drowned on a beach. Out of respect for him and for us all, I will not run that picture again because we need to move beyond emotional thinking and focus all our fury on dispassionate reasoning to find solutions which benefit all of us, everywhere in the world.
We need conservatives, real ones, because we do dream big, we dream as big as we possibly can, and conservatives can sometimes offer a bit of, hey, can you really put a hundred people in a hot air balloon. We don't know but nevertheless we dream big ... because it just might happen.
Dream big, it just might happen.
(Ed: you ain't Rodney Dangerfield)
Nah, and I ain't Jimi Hendrix either (sob).
Reefer isn't needed to play but it sure does make it entertaining and with the lasers ... gadzooks ... it's another Universe ... but it is anyway, the lasers only show the colors of it ... but ... dayum ... do they show those colors.
I don't want to preach and I don't want the Galaxy Guitar to do it either, she only wants to sing of love, peace and understanding just as Elvis (no, not that Elvis) always did. We're sure the original Elvis did as well but he was lost in money and drugs, to the detriment of us all.
It's my own lament that my writing is my greater strength over my music but to fail to use it toward the same things for which others have stood is a greater abdication of responsibility to my life and that which was given to me than failing to achieve some huge musical goal of some kind. It's still my hope I will achieve those musical goals anyway but this must take precedence and the passion for it awakens me at night.
I'm not fascinated by my own words and I don't even like them because every one of them is a note I didn't play, a song I didn't sing, but I must. I don't know what drives this so hard but maybe it's that little refugee boy drowned on a beach. Out of respect for him and for us all, I will not run that picture again because we need to move beyond emotional thinking and focus all our fury on dispassionate reasoning to find solutions which benefit all of us, everywhere in the world.
We need conservatives, real ones, because we do dream big, we dream as big as we possibly can, and conservatives can sometimes offer a bit of, hey, can you really put a hundred people in a hot air balloon. We don't know but nevertheless we dream big ... because it just might happen.
Dream big, it just might happen.
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