Ya di'n't really think it was gonna be that easy, did ya?
I ain't bound t'that body fallen t'the ground. I never make th' mistake a'windin' myself 'round some poor soul. Y'take possession of a life, it take possession a'you. Th' form I take a matter a'convenience t'others, that all, and she can't reach inta that form an' pull me out any more than y'can reach inta the hole a'the guitar an' pull th'music out. I leave th'body t'her an' take a residence elsewhere.
But I think I got some 'splainin' t'do, a liddle hist'ry, a liddle fam'ly tree.
In th' beginnin'--that how y'think th' story start, yeah? Then it go on that God create th' Heavens and th'Earth, or that th' Big Bang create the universe, but listen an' I tell you--
In th' Beginning, an' in th' Now, an' in th' Future, there th' Principles, that which create, generate, produce, an' that which destroy, decay, consume, What Ev'rything Come From and Where Ev'rything Go, th' Light an' th' Darkness, The Womb an' Th' Grave. Between them the cycle a' comin' an' goin' turn an' turn, an from that cycle come all that is. But in all that comin' an goin', things change. Th' creation ornament itself, an' it fall back t'nothing inna multitude a'ways. Then somethin' happen--th'created 'come aware that it gonna end, an' th' created havin' in it the seed a'creation, this unnerstandin' take a form, it manifest itself, an' this Manifestation take th'name a'Death. The created come in conflict, put Death on one'nother an' do it knowin', come t'gether in a mass a'death-givin, come t'gether in praise of it, come t'gether in condemnation, and this Manifestation called War. They ornament sound, give it power t'reach in an' possess th' spirit an' Music come t' Manifestation. Other Manifestation come too, an' creation try t'unnerstand them in their own way, creation break'em inta pieces small enough to fit in th'mind, give th' pieces names and those, they the gods.
So y'see, I got no wish nor call t'be a god. I already got a place in th'scheme a'things, an a throne in heaven a tight, hard seat for th'likes a'me. An' anyways, I already gotta place in ev'ry heaven ever was, ever will be. All that harp-playin' gotta come from somethin', right?
Th' gods come an' go, Manifestations last as long as they got somethin' t' manifest, but th' Principles, they go on forever. But they all tied t'creation. Creation reach t'the gods, th' Manifestations, th'Principles, all th'power a'which they aware. Y'know that. But th'powers, they reach back, they get pulled inta th'world a'creation. An' sometime they get trapped. War come down inta th' world, take a form t' savor th' Battle, but it get trapped in the form it take. In tryin' t'get free, it leap inta a life an' take it, but th' life take it back, an' now neither get free a't'other. Th' Principle a'Darkness get drawn down inta th' world a creation, why I dunno, it get lost maybe, it get pulled, it think that, surrounded by th'livin', that it in th'midst a'plenty, but in truth it hunger beyond bearin'.
This enslavement, it a terrible wound in th' world, a wound I come t'mend, a chain I come t'break. A tough task it woulda been, even if I come across 'em each on their own, but now one trapped within t'other, so I gotta find three paths t'freedom.
But how'my gonna do that when I fled my form? No worries there. I jus' take up residence inna diff'rent form. Where I go, though? Think about it, where th'logical place for Music t'manifest itsef?
