Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

“Uncle Lolo has passed”
I got a text from a woman in the philpines
My father died
I heard it from the grapevine
Just about to loose my mind
Honey honey yeah

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat
Was his home
When he died all he left us
Was alone

Strange music from the blue tooth
Went swimming in a pool
The washer spins
I cannot believe my ears

It is like he could not tell me
What he told his friends
And they told me

I forgave him a long time ago
But he could never admit what
Ever it was
But on the end there was love

what can you say jana...people are fucking Complicated...with a capital C.....and it's good to know that love won out in the end

True
It is possible to love
Even the unfortunate sad
Music that reminds us
That we need to cultivate compassion
No matter what

each moment breathed
connected
not the same
but known
connecting circuits
by our lonesome

I love my love
All that love from above
Found out
Don’t pout