“And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I’m darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be”
Talvez minha letra favorita sobre ter 22 escrita pelo demonio himself Conor Oberst: And the world's got me dizzy again; You'd think after 22 years I'd be used to the spin And it only feels worse when I stay in one place; So I'm always pacing around or walking away I keep drinking the ink from my pen; And I'm balancing history books up on my head But it all boils down to one quoteable phrase: "If you love something give it away"
Wind out of Oklahoma this morning
smelled like blood and smoke
And the crows discussed their future
in the branches of their Louisiana live oak
The limbs are strong and heavy
and its leaves are all aglow
And the branches brush the upper air
But the roots reach down to where the bad people go
And will I do with you, pink and blue
True gold, nine days old
Nice new clothes on you
and an old cardboard produce box for a cradle
I mashed some bananas in a coffee cup
and I fed you there at the kitchen table
Crows outside complaining about the finer points of local politics
Strange wind all full of new smells
rust and fur and reception sticks
And what will I do with you, pink and blue
True gold, nine days old
by Simon & Garfunkel
“No matter if you're born
To play the king or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow
So my fantasy becomes reality
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend with the rainfall” Up until last year I couldn‘t wait to be an old lady so that I could just remember my life instead of having to actually live it. This song helped me get over that with it’s sort of hopeful negativity. Like, my life’s going to be whatever it is and I don’t have to force it into any specific shape.
