17 Oct 2012

(for anyone)



Won't say I love you, babe, won’t say I need you, babe, but I’m gonna get you babe and I will not do you wrong.
Living’s mostly wasting time. And I’ll waste my share of mine. But it never feels too good, so let’s don’t take too long.
You’re soft as glass and I’m a gentle man; we got the sky to talk about and the earth to lie upon.
Days, up and down they come, like rain on a conga drum. Forget most, remember some, but don’t turn none away.
Everything is not enough, and nothin’ is to much to bear. Where you've been is good and gone, all you keep is the getting there.

To live is to fly, low and high. So shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes.

Goodbye to all my friends, it’s time to go again. Think of all the poetry and the pickin’ down the line.
I’ll miss the system here, the bottom’s low and the treble’s clear. But it don’t pay to think too much on things you leave behind.
I will be gone but it won’t be long. I will be a’bringin’ back the melodies and rhythm that I find.
We all got holes to fill, them holes are all that’s real. Some fall on you like a storm, sometimes you dig your own.
The choice is yours to make, time is yours to take; some sail upon the sea, some toil upon the stone.

To live is to fly, low and high. So shake the dust off of your wings and the sleep out of your eyes;
Shake the dust off of your broken wings and the tears out of your eyes.


- Townes Van Zandt



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