A couple of days of mourning my great childhood hero, I am starting to move on. My home is filled with his music though and I am rediscovering songs that I had forgotten about. And I have settled myself with the fact that he is gone and start to remember him as the bright star he was some time ago. That’s the MJ I want to remember. The Off the Wall-MJ, the Thriller-MJ, the Bad-MJ.
MJ’s music is selling again. Everyone wants his music again. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sells platina of all his albums. Again. And again. I have also been listening to that 911 call a couple of times. The caller seems very calm. The 911 person must be good with addresses; he hesitates when he hears the address. The caller is addressing the 911 person with “Sir” (I don’t know, but would you do that?)… So what if MJ isn’t dead? What if MJ just had enough of being hunted by the media, the fans and the fact that he was more or less broke? What if he simply went underground. He knew he would sell his music again like crazy… After all, Michael Jackson was also the king of shows.
The idea is playing around with my mind and to be perfectly clear, I don’t by it myself. Perhaps it’s just the denial phase that has struck me.
Like A Comet
Blazing ‘Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon
Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon
Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon
Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon
Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon
Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night
Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon
Gone Too Soon
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