GIVE ME SOME TRUTH - WRITTEN BY LARRY W. OLDHAM c2007
A letter from John Lennon on the other side.
Stuck in a parallel world waiting to be received in Heaven
or Hell.
You might say I am in limbo. While waiting for my number
to be announced, let's talk. Talking has always been my
forte' and I am not one to keep my opinion to myself.
What is death like you ask?
I don't know. I was walking back to my apartment in the
Dakota's in New York and now I am here. I know I must be
dead, because I am not with me family daily. I have no
set routine.
I am just here. It was night time and it was dark. Now
it is dark all the time.
I have no memory of how I died or if I died. I constantly
question this and roll it over in my mind asking myself what
and why.
I would hate to think that I was killed by a looney with
a pop gun in New York City. I would be just another statistic.
Another bloke shot in the city replaced the next day
by the news of some other bloke shot up. I have no recall
of what happened that night, but I totally remember me own
life.
The good, the bad, and the ugly. I remember the turmoil of
searching for Peace. I remember finding personal peace,
but World Peace seemed to elude me constantly and I
don't ever remember the World Peace issue being resolved.
I hope I am wrong. I hope that total peace surrounds the
world and that some of the work that me and my mates did
helped to create a peaceful setting.
Let's talk about death. Death view...Life View. You might
have read some of the books that I wrote before I ...I...
what? Died? Escaped? left the world? I don't even know the
correct answer myself. I really don't even know where
I am right now. You are here. I am here. So what's next?
What is left for you in your life? What words of wisdom
could I bestow upon you to make you happy or give you hope,
or make you understand where I was coming from, or where
I am coming from now?
What else could I have done? Why does it matter? Why does
what I had to say matter to you? I gave you truth. Can my
truth help save you?
Can my truth help to make your world better? Can you take
the truth and help the world, the whole world become a better
place to live? If it is not your place to help, whose place
is it?
Give me some truth. I always tried to give you some truth.
Why did people hate me? Why did people condemn me? What
did I do to make people not trust me? Was it because I
lived my life like I wanted to live it. Free.
My lifestyle presented itself because I earned the right to
live as I pleased by being in a rock band...a successful rock
band by the world's standards. My paycheck afforded me the
right to do as I damn well pleased. Live like I wanted to live.
'
For this I should be ridiculed, condemned, and maybe even shot
and killed? Did I cross some boundary? Was my outspoken
words a condemnation of the life choice of all the people
around me?
Did some people get it and some people just not understand it?
I didn't feel superior to anyone. I felt normal. I said here is
the truth...for me. If you can jump on my bandwagon
(no pun intended) please do so and welcome aboard mate.
I never intended to hurt anyone or push my belief on anyone.
By the same token, I never ask anyone to live up to my
standards. I had no standards. I was only popular because
you made me popular.
I didn't feel like a Christ figure. You held me up to
your standards,and treated me like a Christ figure. I would
have been content to be a simple lad from England who did
an O.K.job of playing me guitar. Don't get me wrong.
I loved the adoration.
It was a bit overboard don't you think? I gave up me
privacy. Me whole life became an open book for the world's
reading pleasure. You stripped me of any singular private
life and put me up on a pedestal of love for your own
personal enjoyment. I enriched your life. I gave you my
heart in song.
You were grateful. You rewarded me over and over again.
Not only with money and material wealth, I did not have to
have all of that to survive you know, but with worldwide
fame that could never end. All of this made my life and
those around me happy on some days and depressed on other
days.
I could not walk down the street or walk in
the park unless I was covered up in some disguise. Don't
get me wrong, I have an ego..I wrote some pretty damn
good songs, well me and that other fella. I never wanted
fame. Maybe when I was younger and thinking I will never
be famous. I did want a platform. A soapbox to stand on
and tell the world, we can do this, we can make a difference.
You can do it.
You can make a difference.Work with me. Help me. Let's make
the world a happy place to live in. Let's live
together in harmony. Let's give peace a chance. I still
think it would work.
But the problem is this. We can't control all the people
in the world. We can only control our own world. If we could
only bring peace to ourselves one at a time...don't you think
that sooner or later that this would equate into world peace?
Am I just living in my own utopia mindset?
Do any of you think this world peace thing could become
a reality?
Are you working toward world peace everyday? Did you
work for world peace today? Am I just wasting my time
here? I would kill for a smoke. Oops, I forgot.
Killing is not part of my world peace plan. Let me
say this also. I didn't set out to
change the world. I only set out to play music and
have some fun.
I wanted to be successful in the caverns. I wanted
to be successful in the states. I wanted to entertain
the people, not scare people away. I only wanted peace.
I only wanted to plant the seed.
I only wanted to give the people some truth.
