When I was a younger man lookin’ for my pot of gold, Everywhere I turned the doors were closin’. It took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin’ on, And still I felt like I was only losin’.
I refused then, like I do now, To let anybody tie me down. And I lost a few good friends along the way. I was raised up poor and I wanted more, and maybe I’m a little too proud, In lookin’ back I see a kid who was just afraid, Hungry… and old before his time.
Through the years I’ve known my share of broken-hearted fools, And those who couldn’t choose a path worth taking. There’s nothin’ in the world so sad as talking to a man, Who never knew his life was his for making.
Ain’t it about time you realize, It’s not worth keepin’ score, You win some, you lose some and you let it go. What’s the use of stacking on every failure another stone, 'Til you find you've spent your whole damn life Building walls. Lonely… and old before your time.
It took so long to see That truth was all around me.
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin’ gold. Like the sky, my soul is also turnin’. Turnin’ from the past, at last, and all I’ve left behind. Could it be that I am finally learnin’?
Learnin’ I’m deserving, of love and the peaceful heart, I won’t tear myself apart no more for tryin’. I’m tired of lyin’ to myself, Tryin’ to buy what can’t be bought, It’s not livin’ that you’re doin if it feels like dyin’. Cryin’, growin’ old before your time.
“Bill: I know your works. You are neither cold nor hot. So because you are lukewarm, I will spew you out of my mouth. You can build your filthy world without me. I took the father. Now I’ll take the son. You tell young Vallon I’m gonna paint Paradise Square with his blood. Two coats. I’ll festoon my bedchamber with his guts. As for you, Mr. Tammany-fucking-Hall, you come down to the Points again, and you’ll be dispatched by my own hand. Get back to your celebration and let me eat in peace.”—
Jeff Tweedy’s birthday = Wilco Day! I’ll listen to Wilco while drinking my Wilco coffee. It’ll be tasty fun. It’d be even more fun if I could share it with an attractive Wilco loving man, but you can’t win them all.
“Well, look at an animal, a cat, a dog, or a bird, or one of those beautiful great beasts in the zoo, a puma or a giraffe. You can’t help seeing that all of them are right. They’re never in any embarrassment. They always know what to do and how to behave themselves. They don’t flatter and they don’t intrude. They don’t pretend. They are as they are, like stones or flowers or stars in the sky.”—Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf (via ellenjaspar)