I feel that I have exhausted that persona I created, the tub thumping preacher ranting about moral values, at least for the time being. Now I feel a new urge coming on, the desire to be your Guru, your spiritual guide, and perhaps, if I can manage it, your poet. My spiritual guidance will only be of value to those repentant sinners who have turned from their sinful ways, and no longer indulge that grave sin of being back stabbing gossip. If you have crossed that bridge then perhaps you can benefit from my spiritual wisdom and you might appreciate the few bread crumbs I have to toss your way, such bread crumbs being what I have to toss out to let you know that I really am a prophet of YAHWEH, preacher of the Garden. This will have to do until the time of the banquet when we can feast together upon the entire loaf, but for a repentant sinner even bread crumbs should suffice, for as I have come to understand it is only unrepentant sinners who keep demanding that I meet their high standards and go off to bring back ever more of those all important bread crumbs. Now keep in mind that your spiritual guide is a fuck up, and so if I leave you scratching your head, wondering what the hell I am doing now, well just give me some time to figure it out myself, and then we’ll both know.
A few lyrics from the song ‘All Night Long’
Well my friends the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on ...
Everybody sing, everybody dance
Lose yourself in wild romance
We're going to Parti', Karamu', Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along
We're going to Parti', Karamu', Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along
People dancing all in the street
See the rhythm all in their feet
Life is good, wild and sweet
Let the music play on ...
Feel it in your heart and feel it in your soul
Let the music take control
We're going to Parti', Liming, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along
We're going to Parti', Liming, Fiesta, forever
Come on and sing my song
