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Jutro ... še dobro se ni danilo ... bil sem na poti ... dolga vožnja iz nočnega Gardalanda se je vlekla in vlekla ... med Ljubljano in Celjem sem malo vendarle uspel zatisniti oči ... nekje mimo Šentruperta so me prebudili prvi sončni žarki ... Jože se je le nasmehnil in rekel ... pa si le malo uspel zaspati ... le malo ja ... že v naslednjem trenutku pa je rekel ... ti ... ravno sem slišal po radiu ... Michael Jackson je umrl ... prav debelo sem pogledal priznam ... novica je bila nepričakovana ... sam se ne štejem med nekakšne velike ljubitelje popa ... tudi Jackson se nikoli ni pojavljal med mojimi najljubšimi izvajalci ... vseeno pa je bilo presenečenje ... predvsem zato, ker sem še nekaj dni nazaj prijatelju pomagal pri urejanju letalskega prevoza in nastanitve v Londonu, kamor so se namenil na Jacksonov koncert sredi avgusta ... kakorkoli kontraverzen je že bil Jackson njegove svetovne slave mu ni oporekati ... čeprav se je predvsem v zadnjih letih pojavljal bolj kot kralj rumenega tiska in ne kralj popa se je vedno znova in znova pokazalo, da ga imajo njegovi oboževalci in predvsem oboževalke še vedno radi ... danes se na radiu že cel dan govori o tem ... in stari Jacksonovi komadi so ponovno zaživeli ... ne bom se spušal v njegovo življenje ... v stvari, ki jih je počel ... bil je vsekakor posebnež v pravem pomenu besede. Za njim ostaja dediščina ... tista po kateri si ga je vredno zapomniti je vsekakor zapisana v vseh besedilih in glasbi, ki jo je skozi desetletja ustvarjal ... komentarji na raznih spletnih forumih so seveda zelo različni ... nekateri pozitivni ... nekateri negativni ... jasno ... vsak ga je videl drugače ... najbolj me je vsekakor nasmejal komentar, v katerem je nekdo zapisal ... da gre za še eno praktično šalo ... da si je Jackson umislil še zadnjo plastično opearcijo v kateri bo povsem spremenil svojo identiteto ... ljudi prepričal, da je mrtev ... in užival v bogastvu, ki ga bodo ustvarjali njegovi albumi, ki se bodo sedaj po "smrti" jasno prodajali kot za med ... kakorkoli ... zame ostaja glasbeni fenomen ... zapomnil si ga bom predvsem po njegovih bolj znanih pesmih, ki so vladale radijskim valovom predvsem v prvi polovici devetedesetih let ... pesem, ki mi bo za vedno ostala v spominu ... tista na katero se bom vedno spomnil najprej ... ko bo nekdo omenil Jacksona je ta, ki jo pripenjam tudi danes ... pesem ima globok pomen ... vredno ji je prisluhniti ... Michael Jackson naj počiva v miru ...

Michael Jackson - Earth Song

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain.. .
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?

Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah

What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores

Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far

Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah

Hey, what about yesterday
(What about us)
What about the seas
(What about us)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
What about the bleeding Earth
(What about us)
Can't we feel its wounds
(What about us)
What about nature's worth
(ooo,ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about animals
(What about it)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us)
What about elephants
(What about us)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us)
What about crying whales
(What about us)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What about forest trails
(ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us)
What about the common man
(What about us)
Can't we set him free
(What about us)
What about children dying
(What about us)
Can't you hear them cry
(What about us)
Where did we go wrong
(ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(What about us)
What about babies
(What about it)
What about the days
(What about us)
What about all their joy
(What about us)
What about the man
(What about us)
What about the crying man
(What about us)
What about Abraham
(What was us)
What about death again
(ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn

Sam se ponovno odpravljam na pot ... zadnji mesec in pol je bil resnično naporen ... še teden dni Španije potem pa zaslužen oddih ... preden se posvetim soncu, vodi, zraku in svobodi pa se zagotovo še oglasim ... namaste prijatelji!