These lyrics have been running through my head the last several days:
"Some of my friends don't know who they belong to,
Some can't get a single thing to work inside.
So take me down to your dance floor,
And I won't mind the people when they stare.
Paint a different color on your front door,
And tomorrow we'll still be there."
A Song For You by Gram Parsons
"Graceless lady you know who I am,
You know I can't let you slide through my hands.
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away...
Wild wild horses, we'll ride them someday."
Wild Horses by Gram Parsons
It's hard to articulate why these lyrics resonate with me, but they do. Figured I need a blog entry for 2014 so I'm sharing.
"Some of my friends don't know who they belong to,
Some can't get a single thing to work inside.
So take me down to your dance floor,
And I won't mind the people when they stare.
Paint a different color on your front door,
And tomorrow we'll still be there."
A Song For You by Gram Parsons
"Graceless lady you know who I am,
You know I can't let you slide through my hands.
Wild horses, couldn't drag me away...
Wild wild horses, we'll ride them someday."
Wild Horses by Gram Parsons
It's hard to articulate why these lyrics resonate with me, but they do. Figured I need a blog entry for 2014 so I'm sharing.
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