Dust on the Stupid Roses
You know what burns me up about life? That we get old and die, that's what. I'm ready for eternity right now!
I'm ready to go hang out with my Dad some more. I'm NOT ready to go visit his stupid grave. I want to have more fun watching him do his soft shoe routine and hear him grumbling behind the typewriter in a hurry to get his newspaper column out before the deadline. Dad was lively! You know what I mean?
Here I just discovered this great singer, Ivie Anderson, bursting with life and youth and exuberance and great chops and I want to go see her and tell her how great she is. But you know where she is? In the ground somewhere. Dust and ashes.
Do you think this is fair?
If I tell you she sang lead with Duke Ellington's orchestra back in the Thirties, you'll go, "Oh, some boring old singer. Let's go see The Buggers instead." And her youth and talent and wonderfulness is invalidated because she's in the ground and forgotten like dust on my living room floor that I ought to sweep up.
I don't like this!
I want to go to heaven right now, please! This is not a death wish, by the way. The world is full of cool people I love now. And I'm ready for more adventures. It's just that I want to hang with Ivie Anderson and my Dad. And my pal Rodney Albin who died of stomach cancer in the Eighties and my brother Noel who turned me on to rhythm and blues before he got smashed at the age of 19. I want us all to be together NOW!
Botheration!
I'm ready to go hang out with my Dad some more. I'm NOT ready to go visit his stupid grave. I want to have more fun watching him do his soft shoe routine and hear him grumbling behind the typewriter in a hurry to get his newspaper column out before the deadline. Dad was lively! You know what I mean?
Here I just discovered this great singer, Ivie Anderson, bursting with life and youth and exuberance and great chops and I want to go see her and tell her how great she is. But you know where she is? In the ground somewhere. Dust and ashes.
Do you think this is fair?
If I tell you she sang lead with Duke Ellington's orchestra back in the Thirties, you'll go, "Oh, some boring old singer. Let's go see The Buggers instead." And her youth and talent and wonderfulness is invalidated because she's in the ground and forgotten like dust on my living room floor that I ought to sweep up.
I don't like this!
I want to go to heaven right now, please! This is not a death wish, by the way. The world is full of cool people I love now. And I'm ready for more adventures. It's just that I want to hang with Ivie Anderson and my Dad. And my pal Rodney Albin who died of stomach cancer in the Eighties and my brother Noel who turned me on to rhythm and blues before he got smashed at the age of 19. I want us all to be together NOW!
Botheration!
Labels: A Panoply of Pondering, Sorrow of Life
posted by Christopher Newton at 5:15 AM
7 Comments:
Don't wish to go to heaven too soon. You don't always get to come back, nor would you necessarily want to. I have a friend in Milwaukee who was dead on the table and got brought back after 1/2 hour. No tunnel, no white light, just his parents and his sister who died in 1963 and Jesus waiting for him. He was ecstatic, except for getting burned by the paddles and brought back. Jesus said he had to go back and he returned here, the doctors said, yelling "I don't wanna go. I'm telling your Mom!"
But it would be nich to see some folks, wouldn't it? Do you think they miss us as much as we do them?
If PJ wished for heaven in her time frame, I wouldn't have met her in January 1990 or married her in July 1990. Worse yet, I may not have heard of Jesus from anyone else...
God's timing mate,is NEVER wrong and He only has "plan A".
Share some joy, twirl in a field, stand on your head. Your time will come.
BUT, do you think it's fair? That was my question flung in the face of the wind.
This post has nothing to do with dying and going or not going to heaven.
I just want life to be perfect, is that too much to ask?
And perfect means having all my friends, loved ones and best loved artists and musicians gathered round the fire together telling stories and trading songs and hot licks.
I do believe love is forever, because when I love someone, then that's it. I don't stop. Never. That's how I know it's true. And I'm just a small little microcosm of God's heart.
So why all this grief and sorrow? What gives?
I stand by my post: Botheration!
No. No fair. It's alright Ma. It's life and life only.
We can do all the talk about original sin and the fall and getting sent out of the garden and it doesn't seem to make it any more understandable. God, being just, doesn't visit the sins of the father onto the children, does he?
I remember hearing when I was young that if life was fair and easy there'd be no trick to it. Nah, we don't need tricks. We just need some answers. Who's in charge here anyways?
Heres one thing for certain. God turned His back on Jesus as He hung on the cross..." why have you forsaken me..." BUT He will never forsake us.
Sometimes life still sux, but God however, is the Manager of THIS band.
Well, that about covers it. Like Spoke suggested I think I'll try reading the Book of Job while standing on my head.
We need some answers around here!
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
lyric by Pete Townshend
Life is tough. Life is short. Cherish every moment. ~ Carol
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