Paulita McKay, who lives in a stick house, a nice stick house with a view and fruit trees.
A song for Paulita McKay, who lives in a “stick house” with a privy outside and a poop bucket inside, located high on a hill with a breathtaking view of lush-green mountains all around.
It’s a wonderful, love-filled home with friendly, kind neighbors who visit one another and care for one another all hours of the day and night.
And for all the girls and boys of so many beautiful colors in supposed shit-hole (or is it shit-house) countries where not everybody can afford to live in the bubble of a “gated community” or a suite in Trump Tower and or golf resort in Florida and wouldn’t want to live in such an insular property anyway.
The God who made the good, green, providential earth that powerful men have screwed up and exploited for eons makes God’s children.
Which means God don’t make no trash.
Enjoy this beautiful, meditative song from Sting and his friends.
It’s helping me cope with my fury which I pray will pass soon.
Him and his white daughter in the Florida White House back in the day.
From the 2009 album “If on a Winter’s Night,” written by Sting and his longtime rock and classic guitarist Dominic Miller.
Hush child
Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise
Hush child
Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your eyes
Hush child
I won’t leave I’ll stay with you to cross this Bridge of Sighs
Hush child
I can’t help the look of accusation in your eyes
In your eyes
The world is broken now
All in sorrow
Wise men hang their heads
Hush child
Let your mommy sleep in to the night until we rise
Hush child
All the strength I’ll need to fight, I’ll find inside your eyes
In your eyes
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