I like the ones who scrabble under vending machines for a ten pence piece.They're at least rying to pay for the train ride. I like the white haired irish alkie who sings on the street and plays the spoons. I like the kid who was brought up by racist parents... who alarms with loud excitement, 'Look at all the black people!' On his first trip into london. I like it when he meets one and doesnt say a word, but relishes his new found friend with joyful enthusiasm. I like the tramp who throws fire and gave me his bike. I like the tramp who bought me a coffee and gave me a lighter that says 'peace' I like the violinist who lives in a caravan and smokes himself to the bones. I like the kid who shouts my name in the street and runs up to me, jumping about, saying, 'Are you going to play at the club tonight?, My mum wants to know!, i used to be eighteen, you know, but i'm seven now' I like the kid who played under the first aid tent at womad festival, and people were asking him to move. But you should have seen his skill. he kept on playing. I like man who said to me on the underground, 'Enlightenment is real, Hey, wasn't that porridge we had this morning really great?!' I like the man who asked me for 20p, a lighter, directions. I like the respect we give each other.. the ones who are different. the ones who people normally shun. The mention of our recently deceased friend. reminds anyone, again. don't be vain, shallow or witholding. More than that, don't hide behind pretence. theres a man sitting there, as you speak about your perfect life, I do jazz, I have a great house. I'm really cool... theres an old man sitting right next to you, slapping his head repeatedly, trying to bash out the relentless thoughts swimming in his head. I'm not listening to you, I can see this guy's pain. You're not important. Yes, it's lovely, I'm glad for you, but I'm just not that interested, this old man is fascinating me. Reality seems to have blown him apart.
There are no borders to your imagination, Keramptha. Marvelous. You know how to find warmth in an otherwise cold world.
that was intesnse. the first line...the searching for the pence under the vending machine lol i was crouched over earlier today looking for a quarter. and for some reason i started thinking about my childhood, random memories. those lines really connected with me. i dont know why. but this is going in my favorites.
