“…Is to WAKE UP!”
Muhammad Ali is most often referred to as “The GREATEST” and was a
Three–Time Heavyweight–Boxing Champion of The World
Well, Kiddies, this song…
…has very quickly become my new favorite jam of the past year.
I’ve been a huge fan of FITZ And THE TANTRUMS for the past couple of years…
…and coming-up very soon I’ll be seeing them LIVE in concert!!!
They’ll be playing THE PAGEANT in good ole St. Louis, MO.
I’ve already got my tickets ordered, and am just waiting for them to arrive in the mail.
I’m very Very VERY EXCITED, to say the very Very VERY LEAST!
“MORE THAN JUST A DREAM“
…is just as good, if not better, than their previous work.
And this song…
…is by far Far FAR MY Favorite!!!
I do hope y’all enjoy hearing it.
If you do, let me know.
If you don’t, let me know.
If you’re indifferent?
Eh, sure, let me know.
I know I don’t put-out a ton of original work anymore, but I’ve been so highly addicted to this jam I just had Had HAD to share it with you, My Peeps!
Y’all take care.
…Be Good At It.
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I’ve had this song…
…on my mind for a few days, now.
It’s a song I’ve known, seemingly, forever.
And, yet, it has been locked inside my brain-case, rolling around over and over again.
It’s a song that says a helluva lot, especially to me.
Especially right now.
You see, I’m still dealing with the most common issue I’ve discussed with y’all many times over…
Or, well, a lack-there-of.
I still find myself fighting a personal battle with myself over the whole idea of Love, Loving, Being In-Love, and Being In-Love with someone I probably shouldn’t be In-Love with at all.
It’s just life, I know that.
It’s just a normal thing, right?
I just feel this song says exactly what I NEED it to say.
Exactly what I WANT to say, but can’t.
I remain a man lost in the throws of love and passion.
Time continues to pass me by, and yet my feelings remain the same.
I’m still In-Love.
I just don’t know how much longer I can continue to fight what seems to be a losing battle.
No one loses all the time.
There are always some elated moments of bliss.
Those moments when you’re very Very VERY sure everything is working-out and going your way.
They’re very few and far between, but they’re there.
They do exist.
I know they do, as I experience them.
And I relish in them.
But, it’s simply getting harder and harder to truly feel as though everything really is going to work-out.
I want it to.
I want nothing more than that.
I just don’t know if it’s really going to happen.
I went to bed last night with this song blaring in my mind.
I awoke this morning, and my first thought, again, was this song.
I knew the only way to get it out of my head was to write something about it.
To get it out of me and onto this screen.
And, so, here I am.
Writing about this to all of you.
Not knowing what I really want/need to be saying.
Just knowing that I MUST MUST MUST say something.
Having a bad Reality, at times, is one thing.
Having bad Dreams all night about said bad Reality???
O M F G it S U C K S.
The one place I hope to escape to…
…continues to be one more place I can’t really get to.
I really was a much happier person when I could go to sleep and it was like stepping off into the blackness of space (((because I’d be in such a deep deep sleep))).
Now, it’s like falling off of a cliff into a world of twisted and fucked half-memories.
I try to change my current Reality, in the hopes of bettering my future Reality.
But, when it comes to past Reality, I’m helpless.
We all are, I know that.
…I guess I really need to learn how to change my Dreams.
At moments like this, I truly envy people like My Father.
He always told me he rarely, if ever, remembers his Dreams.
I remember the bulk of mine.
And mine are rarely, if ever, pleasant.
Even those with pleasant moments are often still bad Bad BAD Dreams.
It really is ALMOST enough to push a person tooooooooooooooooo far, sometimes.
Sleep is supposed to be restful, riiiiight?
You’re not supposed to feel worse when you awaken of a morning, correct??
And, YES, I’ve had sleep-studies done.
Nothing wrong with my breathing, nor anything else they could honestly measure.
I’ve talked to ((literally)) dozens of shrinks in my lifetime.
I’ve taken every medication they can think of to sling in my direction.
And, yet, here I sit.
Telling you, My Peeps, instead of yet another doctor that doesn’t seem to understand a goddamn thing about Me, nor My Situation.
I don’t want a lot of My Memories.
I don’t want a lot of My Reality.
But, MOST OF ALL, I don’t want to keep having these Dreams.
I accept My Memories.
I accept some of My Reality.
But, I do NOT accept that My “Dreamland” must be tainted.
I can’t accept that.
I won’t accept that.
I’m not altogether sure where this is going to go…
…I am sure it’s going to go somewhere.
So stick with me, please?
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