I don't listen to a lot of country, but having a mother who was raised in the country means your going to hear it growing up. Now, this isn't "New Country" or pop country which I mostly find unlistenable, but the classics from 40's, 50's and 60's. Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Johnny Horton, Willie Nelson and Glen Campbell are some that quickly come to memory when I remember sitting in the living room listening to grandpa's stories of life in the bush. One song that I really love is Glen Campbell's Gentle on my mind but I wouldn't really be able to truly understand and relate to the song until I was older and have lived and loved.
So here I am, 2 AM, I have to get up at 6:30 to get ready for work and I can't sleep. Thinking about a few women, my most recent ex in particular; us having recently made an attempt to re-establish a connection and realizing it's tenuous at best. I think I may be too much like my grandfather but that's another story.
I don't know how are lives have become so overly complicated that 2 people who love each other and live and work in the same city can't put aside the BS and be happy together but as I am so often reminded, that just seems to be the way these days. However, I know I will always love her come what may, as I have a few others in my brief time on Earth, and forever, she'll be Gentle on my Mind
It's 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 have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
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 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 the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
So here I am, 2 AM, I have to get up at 6:30 to get ready for work and I can't sleep. Thinking about a few women, my most recent ex in particular; us having recently made an attempt to re-establish a connection and realizing it's tenuous at best. I think I may be too much like my grandfather but that's another story.
I don't know how are lives have become so overly complicated that 2 people who love each other and live and work in the same city can't put aside the BS and be happy together but as I am so often reminded, that just seems to be the way these days. However, I know I will always love her come what may, as I have a few others in my brief time on Earth, and forever, she'll be Gentle on my Mind
It's 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 have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind
It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
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 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 the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
i realy do hope that you two can move past the bs and work on a NEW you! together as a team! its nice when you can start fresh.
all the best! and try to go to bed earlier tonight.
xo