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3rd favorite song ever. Show me someone who can still write like this and I'll show you no one.

Its' knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
that makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
and it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds
and the ink stains that are dried upon some line
that keeps you in the backroads
by the rivers of my memory
and keeps you ever gentle on my mind

it's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on thier columns now that bind me
or something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walkin
it's just knowing that the world will not be cursing, or forgiving,
when I walk along some railroad track and find
that you're movin on the backroads
by the rivers of my memory
and for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines and the junkyards and the highways come between us
and some other woman's crying to her mother 'cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face,
and a summer sun might burn me till I'm blind
but not to where I cannot see you walkin on the backroads
by the rivers flowin gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin, crackin cauldron in some train yard
my beard a rough'nin coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
through cupped hands 'round the tin can I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
that you're waitin from the backroads, by the rivers of my memory, ever smilin, ever gentle on my mind


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This is the Alpha and Omega of Awesome:



Fuck off if repost
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:-) post 2746

repost of cool songs are never a bad thing.
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#4

It's cold here in the city
it always seems that way
and I've been thinking about you, almost every day
thinking about the good times
thinking about the rain
thinking about how bad it feels... along again

I'm sorry for the way things are in China
and I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be
but more than anything else, I'm sorry for myself
'cause you're not here with me

Our friends all ask about you
I say you're doing fine
and I expect to hear from you almost any time
they all know I'm cryin
and I can't sleep at niight
they all know I'm dyin down deep inside

I'm sorry for all the lies I told you
and I'm sorry for the things I didn't say
but more than anything else I'm sorry for myself
I can't believe you went away

mmmm... mmmm... mmmm

I'm sorry if I took some things for granted
and I'm sorry for the chains I put on you
but more than any thing else I'm sorry for myself
for livin without you...

mmm...


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Only 500 or so posts ago :-)
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I can never listen to enough of Queen.
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:-)
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I'm a sucker for genre crossovers I guess


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Ya all of a sudden it's cool to like Willie Neson. Man I grew up hating him and made fun of my mom for liking him. If she new I like him now she would laugh.
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Snoop Dogg and Willie Nelson. Yeah, there was no reefer being passed around at those jam sessions. :-)
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Everlast covering Johnny Cash:





Fuck yourself twice if repost :-)
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Ummmm.... it's always been cool to like Willie Nelson. Willie was cool before any of us were cool. Just because you damn kids finally got a clue doesn't make him only cool now.

:-)
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Back on topic, I was (and still am) a huge Alice in Chains fan, can any of you guys recommend a video or two of new AIC (I honestly haven't listened to anything post-Staley)?
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My heros have always been cowboys
and they still are it seems
sadly in search of
and one in step back of
themselves and their slow movin dreams



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