My first ever Writing.com journal. |
"strawberry letter 23" goes like this: "hello, my love i heard a kiss from you red magic satin playing near, too all through the morning rain i gaze--the sun doesn't shine-- rainbows and waterfalls run through my mind in the garden--i see west purple shower, bells and tea orange birds and river cousins dressed in green pretty music i hear--so happy and loud--blue flower echo from a cherry cloud feel sunshine sparkle pink and blue playgrounds will laugh if you try to ask is it cool? is it cool? if you arrive and don't see me i'm going to be with my baby i am free--flying in her arms, over the sea stained window, yellow candy screen see speakers of kite--with velvet roses diggin' freedom flight a present from you--strawberry letter twenty-two the music plays, i sit in for a few ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh... a present from you--strawberry letter twenty-two the music plays, i sit in for a few ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh..." i would die if i could just get this. that is my topmost goal as a creative person--to someday be able to look at songs like this (a brothers johnson classic, 1977) and go, oh yeah, i get it. yellow candy screen, i dig that. i was born in the wrong decade. i could have lived my whole life in the seventies, a thousand times over. i could have been marcus's mother instead of his whatever, tripped on acid and written songs like this. not for the money, but for the music. the music, mayyyyy-an. love me, honey, love me true? love me well ez i love you? an' she answe'd, "'cose i do" jump back, honey, jump back. 'cose i do. i loves him well ez i loves music, even doh he lahk to keep me en tattuhs. |