Skulle klippa av solblekta toppar i Turkiet - resultatet blev en kort hockeyfrilla. Åtgärd: Hårförlängning.
Vaknade i morse men hår ringlande längs ryggraden.
Kom att tänka på Buffy St Marie. Letade bild på henne och tänkte skriva något hårlustigt men kom plötsligt ihåg hur mycket jag lyssnade på Soldier Blue i tonåren.
Nu när jag återlyssnar hör jag en programförklaring för mina senare livsval, för beblandningen:
I'll tell you a story and its a true one and Ill tell it like you understand
And I aint gonna talk like some history maid.
I look out and I see a land.
Young and lovely. Hard and strong
For fifty thousand years we've danced her praises.
Prayed our thanks and we've just begun.
Yes this is my country.
Young and growing.
Free and flowing. See to see.
Yes, this is my country.
Ripe and bearing miracles
in ever pond and tree.
Her spirit walks the high country.
Shes giving free wild samples.
And setting an example how to give.
Yes this is my country
Retching and turning
She is like a baby learning how to live
i can stand upon a hill at dawn
Look all around me.
Feel her surround me.
Soldier blue
Cant you see her life has just begun
Beating inside us. Telling us she's here to guide us.
...
This is my country
And I sprang from her
And I'm learning how to count upon her.
Tall trees and the corn is high country.
I guess I love her.
And I'm learning how to take care of her
When the news stories get me down
I take a drink of freedom
...
It's never long before
I know just why I belong here
Soldier Blue, Soldier Blue
Can't you see that there's another way to love her
... så nu får jag fläta hårförlängningarna, dansa och berätta hennes/bergens/havens/ bilder... ännu MER
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