I pulled into a gramophone yeah and filled up on Chopin
I asked them for the Rolling Stones yeah
They said hey man, don’t ye know
We only deal in romance
We are what comes in
We are what we hear
We are what we think
We are what we feel
Our eyes our ears our nose
Our mouths
What goes in
Is what comes out
I sat with Paul Bowles
Alone on a stone yeah
And dreamed I was in the desert
I came across a no-go zone on my phone yeah
And found a garden of heaven
We are what we breathe
We are that aroma
We are what comes in
We already know that
I swear!!!!! You can dance to this. It’s The Rolling
Stones (Roll In Peace, the world’s greatest drummer)
meets Eckhart Tolle I suppose, but I practiced this
philosophy long before reading this lovely man’s
work. My wife Clare and I were introduced to it at
that building full of positive and kind people.
One dark Monday night, Clare and I were weaving our
way through the hopelessness of a commuter crowd
in a Manhattan subway, when we saw a large poster
facing us saying “10 weeks at the New York School
Our eyes our ears our nose
Our mouths
What goes in
Is what comes out
I talked with fifty children
Who were under five years old
And felt the love of angels
And felt the love of angels
The gift that I was given
Was reflected in the eyes of their souls
I felt the love of angels
Felt the love of angels
We are what we breathe
We are that aroma
We are what comes in
We already know that
Our eyes our ears our nose
Our mouth
What goes in
Is what comes out
of Philosophy for $10.” We both latched on to it, “That
surely couldn’t be the deal?” It was.
Just listen to this rhythm section! Yuval’s groove,
Tony’s sliding bass lines and groove, Gerry sounding
like 24 guitars. Dance! Van Morrison said that he
wrote “Brown Eyed Girl” to get R&B back on the radio.
Well, I didn’t think that far, but I do think that we need
to hear more music like this on the………………..
whateverit’scallednow