Out In The Joshua Tree

I’m thinking, maybe I’ll go there, I like the desert, out in the middle of nowhere, I’m thinking the time might be good to get away now! Now I know your thinking, you too, another one of those 2012, end of the world scenarios, but what I’m thinking about, is how bout a little U2, you know, I think I’m gonna put the Joshua Tree CD in the player, sit back and think about this a while. OK, …, I could get an old mule and go prospecting for gold, I heard about 20 acres or so where it be cool for me to go play. I’d be alone, well Katie can come along with me, maybe we’ll adopt a dog. The owner tells me no one ever goes out there, says its hard as hell to get there, imagine, like some character in an Old Hollywood Western, a crazy old man drifting round the desert, with just his mule, his dog, and his cat. The man says there’s a well out there, you just got to bring the water up, that a river runs underground, sounds sweet, huh, I think if I can get to water out there, I’m in! Out in the middle of nothing, right smack in the middle of Gods Country, away from all this craziness, out in the desert Sun, for sure, I should be able to generate enough power to play a few CD’s, maybe a little radio, you know, try to keep up a little, with what’s happening round the world, to keep just enough juice flowing, keeping this old blackberry of mine bearing fruit. Well I guess step one is seeing about getting out there, maybe go out with the owner, go camping for a few days, then start working on a plan, get beyond all this fantasy, probably pretty serious living out there alone. I wonder if anything grows, you know, just add water, who knows, maybe a small palm tree plantation, create my own oasis, can you tell I’m a dreamer? Who knows, maybe I’ll grow a little of this, a little of that, its nice, eating right out of a garden, I could get a guitar and a horse! I like beans and coffee, black beans particularly, I like my coffee light, who knows, with a little practice, maybe I become the next singing cowboy, maybe I’ll get that dog to howl. Now I know you know I’m a dreamer, but what the heck, what else do we got to go on anymore, imagine, who knows, maybe I can strike the Mother Load out there, maybe that’s where I’ll learn the Mother Load is just a metaphor. I read once, the meaning of life, was to plant trees, where others will benefit from the shade, back to that date palm plantation, the world could always use another oasis! I guess I need to make a list of the good, and the bad, I can figure in the ugly too, don’t know how much more of all this bad going on, I can stand to watch! Think of it, out there on 20 acres, the site of an old gold mine, I’d be living the dream, a childs dream, scenarios formed long ago as I watched those Hollywood black and white westerns on the tube. Seriously though…?