“Don’t Let It Bring You Down”
Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the hummers rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.
Don’t let it bring you down
[[PRETTY HARD NOT TO THESE DAYS]]
It’s only castles burning,
Find someone who’s turning
[[Latin “to turn around” is root of our “conversation”–hold the space
for the conversations, listen, then speak out: from conversari to associate with, frequentative of convertere to turn around]]e
And you will come around.
Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand
Here’s one of my favorite Neil Young tunes and just about the way I feel these days- :
“I hear some people been talking me down.
Bring up my name, pass it round.
They don’t mention the happy times.
They do their thing, I do mine.
Ooh baby that ‘s hard to change
I can’t tell them how to feel.
Some get strong, some get strange.
Sooner or later it all gets teal
Walk on.”
“Don’t Let It Bring You Down”
Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the hummers rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.
Don’t let it bring you down
[[PRETTY HARD NOT TO THESE DAYS]]
It’s only castles burning,
Find someone who’s turning
[[Latin “to turn around” is root of our “conversation”–hold the space
for the conversations, listen, then speak out: from conversari to associate with, frequentative of convertere to turn around]]e
And you will come around.
Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand
Here’s one of my favorite Neil Young tunes and just about the way I feel these days- :
“I hear some people been talking me down.
Bring up my name, pass it round.
They don’t mention the happy times.
They do their thing, I do mine.
Ooh baby that ‘s hard to change
I can’t tell them how to feel.
Some get strong, some get strange.
Sooner or later it all gets teal
Walk on.”