(Here's a re-post of a poem I wrote on a bus ride back from a Shakira concert, which I wrote with a marker all over an old T-shirt I was wearing before putting my new Shakira one over. I re-posted this in thought of Balladeer's wonderful ode "Diamonds Are Forever", as music truly has a way of touching us, has a way of unraveling new horizons, broader sunrises and more promising sunsets, and establishing a harmony unheard of, and it touched me in its own special way too, as I also love playing and singing! )



"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace"

Jimi Hendrix

Life Is A Song..........Sing It
By: Noah Eaton
1/29/02

Tuesday night Marcos runs out onto the Pavilions
His hair long and flowing like a paper bag in the wind aimlessly
Binoculars are tucked deep in his back pocket
That old Guns N Roses T-shirt still worn proudly
Welcome to the jungle, youthful one
Stay close behind me and follow my lead
I’ll show you how to set free of this big machine
Sway with me, sway with me…

Stawinski still wanders aimlessly down the 16th Street Mall
Playing his clarinet everyday with his thrift store setlist
With all the other door-to-door vacuum salesmen
Just trying to make a buck or two to help their chances
And the children of Neal Cassady are having a sorta reunion
Writing on napkins at the Wazee Supper Club
With their uncles playing guitar at the tables
Pay the girl, leave a tip, now its time to rock the house up…

Life is a song………sing it

Rise to the purple haze
Go back to black, it’s not too late
Castles are made of sand, and you are the agate
So rock on…

Legions of brothers fill up the auditorium
Carnaval meets Woodstock
Beach balls bouncing, lighters flickering
Bell-bottoms and faded 1969 T-shirts in onslaught
The curtains open, fire fills the podium
The curious kids are peeking backstage
Welcome to the jungle, chosen one
We’re born to run, we’re born to be wild…

Life is a song………sing it

Rise to the purple haze
Go back to black, it’s not too late
Castles are made of sand, and you are the agate
So rock on…
Paint yourself in red and white
Let the music consume you, the fire fill your eyes
Arch your head back and let your arms sway like rubber
Smile at the camera, give them what they want, take them by surprise
Vibe, vibe, vibe with the colors
And find the smile within the pletheon
Turn that smile into love
TURN THAT LOVE INTO MUSIC…

Life is a song……sing it
SING IT OUT LOUD, BABY

Rise to the purple haze
Go back to black, it’s not too late
Castles are made of sand, and you are the agate
So rock on…

Red and white
Red and white
Red and white
Are you in?
Red and white
Red and white
Red and white
Are you in?
Paint yourself red and white, baby…

[This message has been edited by Mistletoe Angel (06-10-2003 08:41 PM).]

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....
                  
                       -Emily Dickinson