When I played this song over and over again when I was grounded for three years for a C in French in high school, after the U.F.O. over my house and the blacking out, I could only think that eventually I would meet a woman who would run and hide from the people. This song was on the flip side of the forty-five I bought with Bus Stop, their hit song on the A side. Bus Stop is about you in the spirit in my room and following me around town as I'm picking up the reincarnated children here in Madison and working to bring the world my Web page.
Graham Nash was with the Hollies, was born in Great Britain and I believe is a reincarnation of Nebuchadnezzar, the Great Babylonian the Hebrews ridiculed by inventing what I believe is a far fetched story based on their jealousy of his Iraqi wealthy paradise and kingdom before Iraq. Does anyone believe that he was transformed into a grass-eating animal??
If you have read the H.C. Randall material, you have a good idea about the truth about the pyramids and the Sphinx or Haul {and it has been a haul...}. I have gathered that they were built, perhaps with the assistance of extraterrestrial humanoids or humans before the Biblical Flood. During Moses time there was some slavery, but the Hebrews were jealous and wanted greatness of their own. It was wrongfully right. It fit into the reincarnational pattern of existance to your eyes. Everything does!
Some of the Alternative Rock lies about you and me, or at the very least harrasses us and, if you are gone, tries to make me look like a fool. Christ has a prophecy. It is not good.
This song is the nice, straight-up way of saying it. I am not hurt, but your children are at this very moment. It is not my fault. In a way, it is not yours, if you are there. I got the call the day before Thanksgiving. I couldn't believe you would call me and not have my special desert in the works. Here is the song:
