Showing posts with label Yoko Ono. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yoko Ono. Show all posts

Friday, March 1, 2019

Necessary Voodoo



We are the Earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
March

The scene on my drive to work:
Listening to Beatles channel still
I should have known better
You're gonna say you love me too
Seems a bit strong-arm
Thought about AOC and started to cry because at such a young age she has this much poise and is doing it (she has what it takes to do it! --inside joke to myself-way inside-deep!)
Thought about an interview with Sean Lennon talking about his memories of his dad
Pretended to meet Sean Lennon and tell him about the part of the interview I liked--his dad would always turn off the television when commercials would come on and he would always turn it back on at the right time.  Also, the part with the little sweet fishes for snacks instead of candy.
Then I said to Sean that my son is older than you were when...and I couldn't say it, I just started crying and Sean didn't want me to cry and grabbed my arms gently and said here, let's find my mom.  And then I saw Yoko Ono and said Oh Yoko and just started sobbing in her arms....Well, I was crying in my car.


We are the Earth intruders
We are the sharpshooters
Flock of parachuters
Necessary VoooOOOdoo

We are the Earth intruders
Muddy with twigs and branches
Marching
March
March
March
March

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

This morning Yes it is



I have the Beatles channel in my car for a month and this morning they played This Boy again, which is fine, I love it, but of course it was making me yearn for my more favorite, Yes it is.  And guess what?  Yes it is played next!  Yes it is.  I remember John's memory of meeting Yoko. He went to an art installation and there was a ladder that he had to climb up to the ceiling and there was a piece of paper with the word Yes.  Yes it is.  He had to meet her.  Yes it is. My daughter woke up next to me this morning...ahem, every morning...and said I had a wonderful dream about you and then demanded that we fix the broken miniature high chair so that her babies can sit in it.  I said ok.  Yes it is.  This morning someone said, Hello Trouble to me and my response was I haven't been called Trouble since I was jail bait.
Yes it is, it's true, yes it is.