Beyond the Roots

Beyond the Roots

I gratefully attended a killer event last night. The music was. Yes. My favorite FAVORITE was Chaka Khan. Whatta voice.

I also had the pleasure of observing both self and others in the Hollywood setting.

I love my city of angels, and I love my Hollywood, but damn. We can be full of shit.

So this morning when I awakened (late) (and finally, thanks to Liz for calling me to get my sleepy head roused from bed!) I was writing morning pages about it and it turned into this song:

Parading, and masquerading,
as a guru and an angel
but you ain't got no-
no you ain't got no-
peace in your heart.

Flying and multoplying
all over this girl
oozing honey
But you got flies babe
in your stream of words
you pour down on me.

I don't see everything either
But I see you're a wheeler dealer
And I got big compassion
For whatever
led you
to become
the jive talker
you are today
it's okay...

Oh, oh, oh....

Hiding and colliding
the tears you keep just
behind your snake eyes
you're made of so much
more than your words
and yet you pay the game

But I don't buy it
So I while I tried it
I need a man who opens up his heart
Wide as the sky
For that man
I would try
anything-

But you don't really know what I mean....

I don't see everything either
But I see you're a wheeler dealer
And I got big compassion
For whatever
led you
to become
the jive talker
you are today
it's okay...
I love you!
Just in my way.

Hey...

It's okay.

Oh, oh, oh....