Rip it original.
The rolling fields really are beautiful in the morning 🌄
Morning mist and morning dew, learning this and playing fools.
Just a reminder.
Just a quick memory echoing back to you, subliminal messages and subliminal Jimi.
“this is ridiculous”
So much of it .
Huge portions of the Why.
Ridiculous.
And if the afterlife was real,and if I were found worthy?
I would find Olga,and I would lay my head down and I’d ask her to sing softly into my ear.
And the blood pressure would drop, substantially.
And this high strung mother fucker would be subdued in the presence of a voice out of time.
I don’t know if she was the best,can’t call it, there’s too many people to consider.
But she’s My best.
My favorite.
And when she signs about a field, sings an old song of war…
Gah..
Such grace.
Such transcendent grace.
Beyond what I’m able to comprehend.
And travels down the spine.
If the spirit were real,and she didn’t reincarnate?
I’d find her.
I’d spend a lifetime searching for her.
Just so I could ask her to sing for me .
Not into a microphone,but directly into my ear.
And I’d pet my dead cat, and I’d have a long talk with my dead aunt.
Ridiculous.
I wish she wasn’t dead.
But, because she’s dead, her stuff is that much more powerful..
Because.. you’re listening to a voice from beyond the grave!
dawn 