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Random Ramblins #11 - 1980
1980; I remember John Lennon being shot,
My parents cried,
It was the first time I seen grownups cry;
It was a moment of confusion, and deep despair,
My dad pulled me aside, kneeling down, he talked to me;
I ask why everyone is sad, and crying,
For I never seen my parents, or my Tia’s and Tio’s cry before,
He said the world changed, the world is changing, now,
They had just shot someone very special, like in the movies,
And everything is different now,
With John gone, a dream is gone now too,
A movement and a vision for a more peaceful world is lost now too,
The world is now more accountable
If they can do this, such a senseless evil violence on such a peaceful loving soul,
They can do it to anyone now,
Course, they did it 2,000 years ago to the only one who was ever really innocent
He did nothing wrong, but they still crucified him, member who Jesus is mijo?
And they done it ever since,
Let me see, Kenney in 63, Martin Luther and Bobby in 68,
Even Lincoln a long time ago,
And now Lennon… Is gone now too;
That was the first time in my life that I got seeds against the government in my head,
I remember standin there in the kitchen, holdin on my mothers leg
Tryin to remember the events of the day, and the words my dad said,
For it was again one of the many things that I did not understand,
Not long after that,
He took the first steps in his life for change,
About 1981, I remember a white van coming up,
And taking my father away,
It was one of the earliest things I did not understand,
My dad would drink with his friends, and I would go to throw away the empty beer bottles, and I would try and drink what I could out of them when they were not looking,
And so the White Van came to pick him up, for a while to stop drinkin,
So I would not end on a drunk like him,
My mom tried to explain that to me,
For it was another thing that I did not understand,
I remember he got out early enough in 81,
It was 81, por que I remember Fernando Valenzuela on the tv screen, and everyone cheering
They packed us up and we went up to California for the first time,
All packed up in our 71 VW Love Bug, Henrietta me and my sister Lisa called her,
Afte seeing Herbie, all cars needed a name we just automatically thought
My parents cried,
It was the first time I seen grownups cry;
It was a moment of confusion, and deep despair,
My dad pulled me aside, kneeling down, he talked to me;
I ask why everyone is sad, and crying,
For I never seen my parents, or my Tia’s and Tio’s cry before,
He said the world changed, the world is changing, now,
They had just shot someone very special, like in the movies,
And everything is different now,
With John gone, a dream is gone now too,
A movement and a vision for a more peaceful world is lost now too,
The world is now more accountable
If they can do this, such a senseless evil violence on such a peaceful loving soul,
They can do it to anyone now,
Course, they did it 2,000 years ago to the only one who was ever really innocent
He did nothing wrong, but they still crucified him, member who Jesus is mijo?
And they done it ever since,
Let me see, Kenney in 63, Martin Luther and Bobby in 68,
Even Lincoln a long time ago,
And now Lennon… Is gone now too;
That was the first time in my life that I got seeds against the government in my head,
I remember standin there in the kitchen, holdin on my mothers leg
Tryin to remember the events of the day, and the words my dad said,
For it was again one of the many things that I did not understand,
Not long after that,
He took the first steps in his life for change,
About 1981, I remember a white van coming up,
And taking my father away,
It was one of the earliest things I did not understand,
My dad would drink with his friends, and I would go to throw away the empty beer bottles, and I would try and drink what I could out of them when they were not looking,
And so the White Van came to pick him up, for a while to stop drinkin,
So I would not end on a drunk like him,
My mom tried to explain that to me,
For it was another thing that I did not understand,
I remember he got out early enough in 81,
It was 81, por que I remember Fernando Valenzuela on the tv screen, and everyone cheering
They packed us up and we went up to California for the first time,
All packed up in our 71 VW Love Bug, Henrietta me and my sister Lisa called her,
Afte seeing Herbie, all cars needed a name we just automatically thought
Published 7th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Just some memories when I was young that wrote down, before meds & diabetic peripheral neuropathy make me forget everything... Sounds worst than it is... Drink up mine friends
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7th Apr 2024 12:10pm
Somber down memory lane. But very well written.
I was drawn further and further in. If it was a book I'd read it. 😊
I was drawn further and further in. If it was a book I'd read it. 😊
7th Apr 2024 12:33pm
I loved reading this snipit from your early life. I found it extremely interesting. Superb writing! It took me back to the day I cried, too, for the loss of a true musical genius!
7th Apr 2024 1:26pm
7th Apr 2024 2:39pm
I swear this world seems to be meant for the bad and the good just gets taken away from its chaos early. They say that God calls home his toughest soldiers. It was great indeed, getting a little visual from your past and the thoughts of it all then.
8th Apr 2024 7:22pm
You have to feel dude, there are all kinds of way to do it but you have to feel. Lennon touched a many hearts in a short lived life, meaning Yoko is still here today. Can you imagine the insight through music we could have gotten through him and Bob Marley. Tight
