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I'm very happy that Terry was inspired to lay down some improvised, free-style, clear-eyed observations on where the ? we're going : )to the tune of 'out there . . somewhere'. https://soundcloud.com/learningtoplay/out-there-somewhere
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guitar by learningtoplay // beats, bass, free-style poetry & vocals by Terry Wigmore (improv transcript below)
I have half a mind to write something profound: something that would not easily be forgotten.
And then my thoughts run away with my logic
Running to the extremes of existence, thoughts of the cosmological meaning of
a grain of sand, on a polluted beach, soon to be underwater, from global warming.
Temperatures rise, people's feeling's rise, dough rises, yeast...
Flat bread, Flat earth... how can we connect all these tings?
Line ups on the top of Mount Everest! Who would have thought that this would be a thing that you could see in a movie clip on the evening news? Breaking News! Mountaineers fall to their deaths waiting in line, through lack of oxygen. Maybe we should give a few politicians some lack of oxygen and see how they fall?! Too much air on the airwaves, not enough content. A million channels, high -speed delivery system...no one listening...no one cares.
Shoe-box size satellites, 60 of them released. Supposed to be putting the internet to every space available on the surface of the earth. Internet? How about food? How about clean water? How about a place to feel safe? How about a place of refuge for a refugee? A place of comfort for those who traveled and struggled all their lives, escaping one form of persecution only to fall to a legal entanglement that keeps them dying in cages. So much to ponder, so little time.
Life is full of these enigmas. Or is it that life is full of mystery wrapped in an enema?
A whole lot of house cleaning to be done.
What does it take? What would it take for us to to work together for once, just once? Solve the problem of , “I don't like you, but I'm willing to work with you?” “ I don't like your...thoughts, your clothes, the colour of your skin, the books you read, the celebrations you have,...but I'm willing to work with you...”
Because I don't need to be right, I just need to be free...free from HATE.
We all came from somewhere. We're all migrants from a place that we called home. Whatever that place looks like now, home is where the heart IS...where you feel connected! You might have been unplugged, perhaps forcefully unplugged, but you're here NOW. THIS is home! This is where we have to work together, to love, to live, and to build together, to Be Free...
(T Wigmore, in the flow with learningtoplay's 'Out There . . Somewhere')
- Genre
- free-style flow