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Let’s write some corny rhymes Let’s check the space satellites Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Sananda
I never knew how much I loved you Hip shaker, party maker, I never knew how much I loved you The assumption of my function I never knew how much I loved you Sweet rebel, snatch my pebble I never knew how much I loved you Drums, Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Sananda
Some say it was just pneumonia Knocked out by a certain fever These things, they take on These things, they take on Drums, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Guitars, Vocals, Sananda
O lovely Gwenita I look into the Sun Look into the sun O lovely Gwenita O lovely Gwenita Drums, Bass, Piano, Electric Piano, Strings, Vocals, Sananda
I’ve been around This town won’t love you This town won’t love you I was a boy This town won’t love you Drums, Bass, Piano, Keyboards, Horns, Vocals, Sananda
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‘NIGOR MORTIS’ - Somewhere between ‘Rigor Mortis’, and ‘Vigor Mortis’ lies ‘Nigor Mortis’. “I know what it feels like when the heat comes up, the hammer comes down and ‘NIGOR MORTIS’ sets in”. - Sananda Maitreya! Songs-
Nathan Cincinnati loved the feel of the moist warm breeze as it blew upon his forehead and what was left of his hair in the wind, not including those parts still pulled tight in his loafer friendly pony tail. He had a broad face, ruddy and loved the sun, in fact it were said that his head was so large, he didn’t have a forehead as much as a five-head (his mother reassured him as a child that it were a sign of prowess). Still he loved being here doing business in Southern California as opposed to cold ass Detroit, where he was from, which this time of year could make even nuns teeth chatter (though they tried not to make a ‘habit’ of it). The pleasures of sucking the air from his convertible rental were soon challenged by this one central fact. Nathan was 54 solid healthy years old and had to pee, more forthrightly, had to pee NOW. For those familiar with the cross hatched freeways of Southern California, truly no man is an island, and his car won’t find one either. So, when you have to pull over, you take your evolutionary chances and wish for the best. He grits his molars, spies his chance. And who knows at what age it hits a man when it comes at you so hard, without warning? And ready to dig into the evening meal, to dive into it more like, Sananda reached for the broccoli, as he didn’t wish for the rest of the food on the plate to feel ostracised and lonely. At that moment the voice of Mrs. Maitreya breaks the gluttony with a suggestion. “Why don’t you do one of the songs for the last chapter in Latin?” She then gets up briskly from her chair and retires to the library to return with one of her college dictionaries, a Latin one. “Since ‘Nigor Mortis’ is faux Latin, maybe you can try a song in it”. Great idea, and bold, but perhaps I might finish my chicken first, before digesting such a challenge (and while I wasn’t too certain if it were ‘faux’ Latin, I certainly knew that it wasn’t against it). Since the original title of the song ‘I Never Knew How Much’ were at first another, I toyed with the idea of making that the Latin piece, though with but a week to go until the recordings, I laid it aside and decided to revisit the idea at a later more self pronounced date. But what a cool idea, a song in Latin! In the dictionary, the closest match to Nigor Mortis were NEGRO MORTIS, and NERO MORTIS, and I were obliged to consider that, puns aside, it had perhaps come back to me through some kind of genetic memory, a DNA flashback, a dream implant. The meal and the beverage turned into a small primer for an ancient tongue. It is a privilege to eat well, a blessing to learn. Likewise a privilege to know good people, and moreover a great privilege to be able to share with you this final chapter of our odyssey, our bloodtrail, tracked by the hounds of hell until was screamed and declared ‘NIGOR MORTIS’. This chapter of songs, plucked from the mouth of future grapes, we submit to you humbly as ‘IF YOU LIVED HERE (with me), YOU’D ALREADY BE HOME BY NOW’. With what time you are blessed to give them, enjoy these offerings! Sananda Francesco Maitreya! All songs written, produced, performed and arranged by Sananda Strings and horns played on a Kurzweil All songs property of Treehouse Publishing. During the recording, the studio owner, Francesco and his wife gave birth to a daughter, Agnese, we dedicate this chapter to her. May she have a good, healthy life! © COPYRIGHT TREEHOUSE PUBLISHING 2009 – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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I’m gonna get you girl I go to sleep I’m gonna get you girl I’m gonna get you girl
SHE DRIVE YOU CRAZY FREE ME, LOVE ME SHE RODE ME LIKE A FREE ME, LOVE ME SHE KNOW NO MERCY FREE ME, LOVE ME
SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL SHE CAME IN LIKE A WIDOW SHE DANCES WITH THE DEVIL I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU!
HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO FEELS IT OF A CERTAIN KIND AT THE CROSSROADS HEY, IF I’M THE ONE WHO CHASES OF A CERTAIN KIND AT THE CROSSROADS HEY, IF I WALK THROUGH THE GRAVEL OF A CERTAIN KIND AT THE CROSSROADS
I ADMIT, I’VE BEEN CONFUSED BACK WHEN I KNEW YOUR NAME I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET YOU PLAYED ME LIKE PIANO KEYS I KNOW I ASKED YOU FOR SOME QUIET
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‘NIGOR MORTIS’ - Somewhere between ‘Rigor Mortis’, and ‘Vigor Mortis’ lies ‘Nigor Mortis’. “I know what it feels like when the heat comes up, the hammer comes down and ‘NIGOR MORTIS’ sets in”. - Sananda Maitreya! Lyrics for chapter 4: ‘SUCK MY CONTRADICTION’- The further adventures of the process of ‘Nigor Mortis’, which this author has duly known. Death can penetrate no further than this….. The titles are- All titles written, produced, performed and arranged by Sananda Maitreya and mixed by Maitreya and Matteo Sandri (‘Sergente’). Recorded and engineered by ‘Sergente’, assisted by the very capable Giorgio Bau at CASA LOGIC studio, Milano Italy. I thank them for their diligence and craft.
ALL SONGS THE PROPERTY OF TREEHOUSE PUBLISHING ’08.
THESE RECORDINGS MADE UTILIZING 11 DAYS BETWEEN THE 12TH OF NOVEMBER AND THE 28TH, ACCOMPANIED BY THE USUAL ‘STURM AND DRANG’ WHICH NORMALLY AWAITS MY RECORDING EVENTS, YET WHICH ONLY ADD MORE SUBSTANCE TO THE CALL. WE ARE DEEPLY GRATEFUL FOR WHAT EXISTS OF YOUR POSITIVE PRAYERS AND GOODWILL, IT HELPS, THAT’S FOR SURE. EXCERPTS FROM RECORDING DAY ONE: SO WELCOME TO CHAPTER 4, SUCK MY CONTRADICTION, WHOSE SONGS ARE PRETTY SELF EXPLANTORY. TO VERY LOOSELY PARAPHRASE A HERO OF MY OWN, THE GREAT AMERICAN MASTER WALT WHITMAN (AND VERY LOOSELY INDEED), IF I CONTRADICT MYSELF, I CONTRADICT MYSELF, FOR I AM MULTITUDES. When I’ve borrowed it for personal consumption, it turns out more like, Important info: the ‘karaoke’ and instrumental versions will be available upon request. We have instrumental versions of all of Post Millennium Rock, which in due course we plan to make available to interested parties. BONUS TRACK- YOUR MOTHER THOUGHT THAT MAMMOGRAMS WERE SINGING TELEGRAMS FOR HOUSEKEEPERS (SHE THOUGHT THAT THEY WERE INVENTED BY AL JOLSON…) OK, I know, but it is my web site…..one little last one? Please? Ok, despite how hard your brother studied, he still couldn’t get into Oxford shoes! Ciao!!! Sananda Francesco Maitreya, Milano, December 1st the year of our Lord 2008. OM MANI CHRISTUM!And not being disciplined enough to resist… Your mother’s idea of teaching you cultural diversity was in making you guess who your father was…….
Suck my Contradiction, a love story. (please shake well before reading): The wordsmith was pissed! “They promoted that asshole over me, just because he came up with consonants? I invented vowels for crying out loud!” “Yeah”, said his regular yes man, “but there are more consonants than vowels”. “Yes, but that’s the genius of vowels, you only need a few, I downsize and get overlooked by management while ‘that one’ gets promoted for excess, waste, extravagance, I’m like so out of here”. “So, you coming with me?” “Uh, well, I got an offer from the adverbs division about possibly managing their semi-colons”. “Wait, you’re going to leave me AND ALL OF THIS to look after those spastic juvenile semi-jerks, are you for real?” “Well, the pension looks good, the insurance is great and I get to use as many definitive articles as I choose”. “Alright dude, you are such an idiot, and good luck to you, I’m Audi 5ooo. Don’t think that you won’t one day miss the old vowel man, your tongue wouldn’t be the same without me.” “Have you given thought to your future?” “Yeah, me and exclamation point are going to start up a new scheme and if we can talk period into joining us, this place is so over.” “Do you know that that promoted dickhead told comma that he came up with ‘THE’? “Well apparently it was comma who recommended the promotion:” “THAT TRAITOR, THAT SCUR! HE WILL PAY FOR THIS, comma was always trying to compete with me, remember that time he tried to copyright the title; the WORD JONES, just because I was wordsmith? Now who is gonna take a company seriously which employs both a wordsmith and a word jones? That’s just silly, and then he tried to copyright the word ‘copyright’ before the copywriters stopped him. He will get his, now come on quotation marks and let’s go to a bar and get ‘scuzzed”. “Uh, quotation marks are staying right here with the company”. “Et tu QM?” I’ve known you since you used to rub my head and call me ‘bowels’. …and finalmente, we address these sessions and writings to our dear sweet friend Saint Gabriel, who were the patron saint of chapter 4 especially. Many of these songs were composed and inspired during my time living amongst Southern California’s ‘San Gabriel’ mountains and my brother in law a few months ago, brought me back from his travels a lovely simple framed portrait of him as well as a nifty key chain. God bless the church, they do know how to market and they have many stars worthy of it. During these recordings, the small portrait of Saint Gabby occupied the center of our mixing desk. That and a gift given to me by my dear, ancient friend, Satya Sai Baba. Also dedicated most sincerely to my dear old friend and sponsor, the late great BISHOP HENRY ROSS of LAKELAND FLORIDA and to his wife SARAH.
And always we thank our loyal and great staff, Margherita, Maceo, the wonderful and unique Lily, our web dominatrix and the amazing Mrs. Francesca Maitreya, who is far more woman than I deserve, though I won’t be giving her back any time soon….. We thank God, we thank our SHIVA, we thank our local priest. We also thank profusely the great vineyards of Italy and France and their kind bottlers. And to you, your joys and your pains. Respects to Luther Means and Victor Spoils. And I leave you with Sananda’s ‘shadow’ prayer: Thank you Lord for protecting me from my own ignorance. Amen. And Happy Holidays!
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With a girl like you I was raised on American streets I was raised on American streets With a girl like you I was raised on American streets Drums, bass, guitars, organ, piano, vocals: Sananda Maitreya
The stock market’s fallen today The stock market’s fallen today A critical eye can follow The stock market’s fallen today Drums, bass, guitars, piano, organ, percussion, vocals: SM
When time, first woke up to begin Ooh Carolina I’m sure Ooh Carolina I’m sure Don’t wait, love goes cold if it’s too late All instruments and vocal: SM
Flash back to the early 80’s Superstar All your hits were written for you Superstar ALL INSTRUMENTS and vocals: SM
Fade, fade I do without you woman So put your body on my canvas and paint Come and tumble down across my pillow I’m an Angel, not a Saint Settle all your horses in my stables I’m an Angel, not a Saint Drums, bass, guitars, piano, organ, tambourine/percussion, vocals: SM
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Songs- All songs Produced, Written, Performed, and Arranged by Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing. Assisting the recordings as Engineer was Matteo Sandri, also assisting were Giorgio Bau’. Sexing up songs 1 and 5 is the very capable maestro Lucio Fabbri, who we were very fortunate to have worked with, a fine gentleman is he, a wonderful musician (who plays all of the various ‘bluegrass’ instruments), composer, conductor, producer as well. He played the ‘fiddle’ (violin) in songs 1 and 5, and the banjo in song 1. I also used the maestro Fabbri as an excuse to purchase my first banjo, which I’d been threatening to buy for years. We recorded all songs in Casa Logic studios during 12 days between 14 April- 30 April.
This chapter of ‘Nigor Mortis’ would like to thank the contributions of the various influences making their psychic presence felt on these recordings/offerings, all in their own ways, unique to each, heroes/heroines: Hank Williams, Willie Nelson, Stephen Foster, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Aretha Franklin, Frances Darby, Neil Diamond, Smokey Robinson, Sam Cooke, Charlie Pride, Dwight Yoakum, Nile Rodgers, Mavis Staples, Patty LaBelle, Bob Dylan, the Rev. Al Green, Dolly Parton, Kris Kristofferson, Mac Davis, Lionel Richie, Snoop Dog, R.E.M. and last but not least, Bobby ‘Blue’ Bland.
I would also like to thank my Uncle Earl from Daytona Beach Florida, Rev. Earl Kelly, for the time when he advised me over 20 years ago to “Give your dream 10 years, and if it don’t work out, you will never look back and wonder”. He could’ve given me some easy or lazy advice, but thank God, he didn’t. From the well of my heart, I would really like to thank him, he added to the confidence I had in myself and desires. His wife, my Aunt Cuda, I also thank for her ever warm sincerity and for being so cute and friendly. Once upon a time, before huge corporate consolidation, songs were written not as much for categories and demographics, but for people, their moods, their ways, their means. Songs grew as extensions of who the writers were, and not only according to ‘prevailing quarterly trends’. Of all the various descriptions bandied about where my music is concerned, I consider myself, as much as anything and above all, an American songwriter, nothing more complicated than that. I grew up spending a considerable amount of time in the American south, an area fertile with the miscegenation of essential threads of American/World music. I grew up around blues, jazz, Dixieland jazz, Texas swing, swamp rock, country gospel, gospel, choir gospel, quartet gospel, hillbilly bluegrass, r&b, the works, I grew up hearing rhythm sections composed of just ‘washboard and bass drum’, harmonicas and accordions, and grew up with the ‘steel guitar’ as much a soundtrack to my existence as a bass guitar, and since until the age of 16 I were ‘forbidden’ from listening to anything but ‘family approved music’. The only radio station I was allowed to listen to was a country station, which we listened to only around news time, in order not to miss the news which my step-father favoured. Even ‘Soultrain’, and ‘American Bandstand’ were out of my reach until well after puberty. The only music TV shows we were able to watch without fear of reprisal or censure were ‘Hee Haw’, a country variety show (and a big musical influence on me), and for a spell, ‘The Johnny Cash and June Carter show’. I took what the times gave me. These songs reflect a past that we can now express without fear of political censor, or group think rejection. Without fear of how to market such music, we can just make it and leave you to judge its sincerity and effect. Post Millennium Rock is determined to be the truth, the whole truth of what we are, and has gotten us this far. We are of mixed heritage, naturally and proudly, our music will be as well. In the light of truth before God, I swear that at this point in my life especially, I would much rather die, outright, than to forfeit the unfettered music of my spirit, I will leave the debate to others to determine which demographic grave to bury the songs in. It’s ‘PMR’ to be sure, yet above all, it is simple American music, without shame or apology, made by a boy like me. We hope that you enjoy these ‘hybrid’ offerings which comprise ‘Pussy For Perjury!’.
I can recall, in the year of our memory 1987, being invited over from England to appear on the ‘Dolly Parton’ show, taped at the time in Los Angeles. Growing up in the south during my era of sojourn there, Dolly was revered as not only a singer, but as a songwriter. I still remember her as a musical partner of Porter Waggoner! Fresh off the plane from London, I met Miss Parton, and she couldn’t have been sweeter or more real, and THOSE breasts couldn’t have been more distracting (and bounteously so). Being a well raised ‘southern boy’, I kept my eyes on her eyes, and my mind on her words, welcoming, warm and tender. Her advice was sound, well considered, and generous and she seemed genuinely happy to have me on her show. Having been a fan before, I became an even bigger admirer afterwards. I recall us speaking of our mutual heroes in both ‘hillbilly’ and ‘gospel’ music. We send our sincere best wishes to her, and ask our lord to favour her heart with graces. I also recall in the same year, staggering (albeit elegantly darlings) down the streets late at night in the fine fair city of Amsterdam and growing larger in the dampening distance, approaching, was the startling image of a cowboy coming towards me, oddly out of place there, yet strangely and welcomingly familiar. My neck strained to discretely ascertain who the fuck this cowboy was in Amsterdam at this late juncture of night, as if I, a mulatto had the right to travel and surprise the world, but not a cowboy, not a redneck. As it turned out, it was none other than Dwight Yoakum, himself introducing himself to the world as himself (more or less I suppose). We instantly recognized one another, formed an instant Amsterdam buddy society, and got even more drunk and stoned than we were before running into each other. Only the CIA could get me to reveal how the rest of the evening turned out, suffice to say that not much can be said about the parrot, the Jimmy Buffet impersonator, and the 3 strippers (not to mention his manager who I am not sure either of us ever saw after that). Fast forward a few years later, and I run into Dwight at the car wash in L.A., both of us devoted Jaguar drivers, both same model, same year. During the swapping of some southern bullshit tall tale ‘my dick is bigger than your dick stories’, he said to me earnestly, “Don’t forget your southern roots”. We hung out for a while, double dated, then lost contact in the way that is even more unique to people living in a town like L.A. Life takes over, shit happens. International or not, I am at heart a southern boy. This is a reach out to my old friends, thank you for having been my friend. ‘Nigor Mortis’
But what could Edwin do?
We thank Giorgio Bau’, encore, for his hustle and good attitude. Thanks also to Casa Logic Studio. Finally, another thanks to the maestro Lucio Fabbri for his talents and generosity of spirit. We also thank our very own Nik ‘The Sticks’ Taccori for the generous use of his ‘Gretsch’ snare drum, while mine was in the shop being fixed, a last thank you to Enea ‘Il Conte’ Bardi for the vibes and Lily. A special thanks to Margherita and Maceo for their help at the office. We are grateful for the extra little Italian Mojo!
Written by SM All contained herein is the intellectual property of www.SanandaMaitreya.com Respect! * and no infidels, ‘Superstar’ is not about the me myself, and yes, songwriters do get somewhat weary trying to explain to ‘critics’ (such as they now exist), that not all songs are ‘autobiographical’, and even the ones that are, are still ‘embellished’. There are however a peer or two that the song does poke a little fun at. Thought that I’d say this upfront since ‘misunderstandings’ are never far from the surface when swimming against the ‘mainstream’, often deliberately so, and I’ve already been asked whether the song was about me. In a final note, we will be in future making ‘backing tracks’ (Instrumentals) available upon payment/request. We will in the appropriate hour reveal the availability of these ‘karaoke’ versions. We thank you sincerely for your time and attention, not to mention your generous patience. * This chapter dedicated to You, our Brave Soldiers, the Library of Congress and all of those who may have suffered time in Austrian dungeons. (talk about your Subterranean Homesick Blues!)
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Dorothy and Toto ‘What would you like from the people today?’ ‘What would you like from the people today?’ ‘What would you like from the people today?’
Drums, Percussion; Bass, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitars Vocal: SM Listen to the laughing waters rolling down the stream Children will be running over the clover in the fields Porticos in alabaster, the calendar is free Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing
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 Drums, Percussion, Bass, Keyboards, Acoustic Guitar, Vocal: SM Priscilla, don’t let your dragons fall Priscilla, don’t let them tie your shoes O! Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing.
Instruments used were Yamaha drums, Kurzweil keyboards, Latin Percussion, Fender Jazz bass, Musser acoustic guitar, circa ’87. I can’t remember about mics and stuff, that’s Enea’s and Matteo’s scene, God bless them. The songs were recorded by Enea ‘Il Conte’ Bardi and Matteo ‘Sergente’ Sandri during the week of 21 Jan - 26 Jan 08 at ‘Gran Gran’ studio. Mix engineer was shared by the 2 aforementioned gentlemen, and the 3 of us ‘mixed’ it and rendered it available for the later probable process of ‘mastering’, once we arrive, at end of project to that delicious point. We hope to have entertained you with these selections, meant to be more in number but for a ‘faulty piece of equipment’, which decided to, after years of loyal service to my cause, retire in the middle of the sessions. We salute it and vigorously, We salute you. I would like to thank Enea and Matteo for their vibes and support during the week of these recordings. I would like to thank my wife for her friendship and positive spirit. Finally, I would like to thank the person or group thereof, who invented Mp3. O yeah, and God too, just in case Christopher Hitchens is wrong.
The panther knew that there was no such thing as a black panther really, just a leopard with its dense spots all connected. It needed them to remain poised and still in the shadows. It also knew succinctly that if it turned itself back in to the circus, it would have its balls cut off. It would have to. How do you explain an attack by a panther on a crowd with its balls intact to the insurance company? He shrugged. It took quite a long season or 3 to grow the current set of ‘cojones’, once lost to a vicious and mean blade, attached to a carnival barkers desire, a ticket seller’s greed. Those branded circus days were now a memory. He could not be neutered and spayed for any cause, he ceased being a dark leopard, he’d be but a limbic stuffed animal with a ‘reputation’. He could never digest food he didn’t have to chase, nor could he ever lick a beggar’s hand. Animals could count out their days in the circus. In the jungle there are no days, most certainly no guarantees. What there is, is the one long relentless day and the ever restless, stirring night. What one finds, when one finds, they find all of it, not just suggestions or portions of it, but the sum of it, the source of it, the total life of it. The circus wheels and deals, while the jungle, forged by nuance, either subtly or soundly, takes or gives. Just to remind you, Panthers never wore pants, neither do ants. This chapter 2 of ‘NM’; ‘Neutered & Spade’, is dedicated to a boyhood/lifetime Hero, Muhammed Ali. Also dedicated to the Great Maestro Rod Stewart!
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If I just stay with you If I just stay with you If I just stay with you Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing
Drums, Bass, Guitar and Vox populi- S.M. Come on up to Kansas City We tried to do the right thing Say goodbye to Kansas City Now pay attention on the road! Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing
Drums, Bass, Guitar, and Tonsils- S.M. Saturday night was the last that I could handle Her brother was mad so he came to have discussion From the corner of my eye I saw a witness Words and Music by Maitreya, Sananda, for Treehouse Publishing, Milano. Thank you for your time and attention, it has healed my heart
All songs written, produced, arranged and performed by SANANDA FRANCESCO MAITREYA, for TREEHOUSE Publishing and eternity. Recorded entirely in GRAN GRAN studios, Milano Italy, between September 17 - 29 in the year of our lord 2007. Gratitudes to the various monks who remember us in their prayers (Ciao Don Giorgio!), and to my faithful boon companions Luther Means and Victor Spoils. We would also like to thank the record industry for the sensibilities that I did inherit from my trials and tribulations. All's well that ends well! We would lastly like to thank the unsung workers of 'Afghanistan' and 'Morocco'.
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If you tell me that you're leaving me You say you're leaving me today If you leave my arms this way You say you're leaving me today If you tell me that you're leaving me Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing.
Drums, Bass, Vocals- S.M. A wife knows A wife feels A wife knows Words and Music - Sananda Maitreya for Treehouse Publishing
 'Dying is Easy' (it is convincing your creditors that you are dead that is hard). I do not believe in 'Coincidence', but as 'The Police' brought to our attentions, 'Synchronicity'. The original title of the project was meant to be called 'Othello', but then a film of the title came out. Although we'd announced our 'Angels& Vampires' project roughly a year before author Dan Browns' 'Angels and Demons', we were in fact encouraged by the convergence of events, and felt it to be a good omen. About a week after writing/receiving the song 'The Lost Highway', we read that the venerable Bon Jovi had a project called 'Lost Highway'. I guess the gentlemen of this Hall of Fame bound group are also Hank Williams admirers as am I. It doesn't matter, life touches and inspires us all, if we are sincere. Chapter 1 of 'Nigor Mortis' is dedicated to my 'Nigors' everywhere, no matter what tribe or complexion of skin tone you were assigned. We know each other by feel. We love each other by instinct. Dylan was a 'Nigor', Jim Morrison was, Hendrix was, Cobain was. Who carries a love for humanity bigger than their logic is one. Look up 'NAGA' and we'll be closer to understanding one another. By the way, my wife is a big fan of BON JOVI, and we wish them well. We also wish you and your spirit well, for all of the days of your life. Now, don't forget, pay attention on the road, choo-choo! Sananda Maitreya, Ph.D in Hubristic Studies.
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