And he said, go, go, go, go get lost in the wind
And I've been hearing some whispers on the wind
And they said, run, run, run, run away for your sins
But don't leave that fiery mind behind
Take it along for the ride
And don't leave that fiery mind behind
Take it along for the ride."
Coincidence? I think not. Alice Phoebe Lou and I share more than just age and a predilection for war paint-- although I'm sure this 20-year-old flower child singer/songwriter from South Africa would beg to differ the significance of that stripe across her face. Like me, we also couldn't wait to get started with living. We both left our homes while still teenagers. She went to Berlin to sing and play her guitar on the streets. I went into the swamp chasing my dreams of being with Nokosee.
Okay, her muse was more spiritual than mine-- I will be the first to admit in Book 2 that raging hormones had a lot to do with it and that I was pregnant-- but we were still proactive with our lives at a very young age. And, okay, she never shot anybody or anything before she turned twenty, but we both care deeply for the environment.
Plus, we both like to sing. Although some say my voice "isn't half bad"-- my passed father-in-law Busimanolotome Osceola loved my take on the song I sang to Nokosee at our wedding in the swamp, "A Band Called Smith's" Baby It's You-- he also liked to "joke" that my voice could feed the NS tribe because it-- in his words-- "could scare the critters shitless out from hiding"-- which made them easy targets.
Anyway, although Alice Phoebe Lou and I are blue-eyed blondes and share a love of singing and war paint-- I'm sure she'd say it's "peace paint"-- she's got a voice that is all her own: beautiful, original, and heartfelt. I suspect if she ever sang for the NS, that voice wouldn't scare "critters" but would instead lure them to its source.
Where we could "kill them dead."
Just kidding. Buy her music. Get her off the streets!