Family Tribute:WHAT COLOR IS A SOUL?
Words by Michael BakshMusic by Baksh/Crane/Maher/CurrieCopyright 2000
I don’t understandHow they can judge a manHe’s a different skinHow can they know who he is inside?
I don’t understand this,The pride and prejudiceThey don’t think it’s wrongIt’s been this way for far too long
We’ve got to change the way we teachGot to change the way we preachWe’ve got to change the way we liveWe’ve got to change the way we give
Chorus:
Oh, what color is a soul?Won’t somebody tell meOh, what color is a soul?
Look at the childrenThey don’t see blackThey don’t see whiteThey play togetherHow do they learn to hate and fight?
We’ve got to change the way we shareGot to change the way we careWe’ve got to change the things we sayWe’ve got to change the way we pray
Chorus:
Oh, what color is a soul?Won’t somebody tell meOh, what color is a soul?
Now’s the time for changingGotta do what needs to be doneOur lives may need rearrangingWe’ve got to come together as one.
Michael Baksh: Abba Aficionado
Michael Baksh would turn up the stereo after dinner at his home in Englewood, N.J., and swing his wife, Christina, and their two young children, Ava and James, to the sounds of Abba. They would dance until they dropped. 'It wasn’t every night,' said Mrs. Basch. 'But it was a lot of nights. It was a lot of fun. He really appreciated his life.'
Mr. Baksh, 36, a Pakistani immigrant who grew up in Washington Heights, loved all kinds of music.
He even wrote songs and performed with a rock band, Sage, in the early 90’s. The band recorded a dozen or so songs, including 'What Color Is A Soul?' which was played at his memorial service last month.
Mr. Baksh had just started his first day as an insurance executive at Marsh & McLennan on Sept. 11.
An exuberant man, with dark handsome looks, he could be hard to forget.
He caught his future wife’s eye in a geology class at Hunter College in 1985. She introduced herself, and asked him out for a soda.
During their courtship, they went dancing every weekend.