The best part of New York City is often the part between the places I am going.
I'm not exactly alone then. But I do feel as though I am able to shrug off any claims people have on me. I owe very few people anything, and I am about to take away those few claims that were never meant to be laid.
Claims of the everyday, that is.
I have been a rolling stone of discontent since I got home from my farm. The skin beneath my skin is screaming all the time. It's like a muscle yell, especially in my forehead.
"Get out of here. Just go. Just go and don't come back."
Not sure if I am yelling at me or someone else.
Just sure, tonight, that there is a howling wind blowing through the streets of summer's death.
The city, it loses me, it doesn't leave me alone though.
Some people never leave you.
So it seems.
Some things I, I don't know about you, but some things I don't forget.
Those things I don't think about as often as I used to.
But those things don't come with any less ferocity these times either.
I do not like having to grab the sides of the deck.
I don't like not being able to count on things within myself being there when I need them, or more importnatly want them.
I don't rightly know if I have any ability to make a promise of any gravity, because I don't know when it comes time to pay a bill, no matter how far I dig, what exactly I'll have in my pocket.
Some people claim that my best is always good enough for them.
I am not sure that dog really hunts.
From time to time, I am broken.
Believe me, the times, I know why, you really don't want to know why.
And worse, there are times when I don't know.
They aren't many, but they'll make you think I do not care.
It won't be true, but you'll think it is.
I know so, because I've seen your face when you've told me just the opposite.
You're kind, very kind, but I reckon I've got more work to do. I sure hope it gets done.
This will be over in another few days.
But it won't change the fact that it came down like a thunderhead, and while storms invariably blow out to sea, it is in their nature to always come back.
~~~~~~~~I'm going to get my coat, I feel the breath of a storm. There's something I got to do tonight, you go inside and stay warm~~~~~~~~~~
I'm not exactly alone then. But I do feel as though I am able to shrug off any claims people have on me. I owe very few people anything, and I am about to take away those few claims that were never meant to be laid.
Claims of the everyday, that is.
I have been a rolling stone of discontent since I got home from my farm. The skin beneath my skin is screaming all the time. It's like a muscle yell, especially in my forehead.
"Get out of here. Just go. Just go and don't come back."
Not sure if I am yelling at me or someone else.
Just sure, tonight, that there is a howling wind blowing through the streets of summer's death.
The city, it loses me, it doesn't leave me alone though.
Some people never leave you.
So it seems.
Some things I, I don't know about you, but some things I don't forget.
Those things I don't think about as often as I used to.
But those things don't come with any less ferocity these times either.
I do not like having to grab the sides of the deck.
I don't like not being able to count on things within myself being there when I need them, or more importnatly want them.
I don't rightly know if I have any ability to make a promise of any gravity, because I don't know when it comes time to pay a bill, no matter how far I dig, what exactly I'll have in my pocket.
Some people claim that my best is always good enough for them.
I am not sure that dog really hunts.
From time to time, I am broken.
Believe me, the times, I know why, you really don't want to know why.
And worse, there are times when I don't know.
They aren't many, but they'll make you think I do not care.
It won't be true, but you'll think it is.
I know so, because I've seen your face when you've told me just the opposite.
You're kind, very kind, but I reckon I've got more work to do. I sure hope it gets done.
This will be over in another few days.
But it won't change the fact that it came down like a thunderhead, and while storms invariably blow out to sea, it is in their nature to always come back.
~~~~~~~~I'm going to get my coat, I feel the breath of a storm. There's something I got to do tonight, you go inside and stay warm~~~~~~~~~~
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From Washington Heights to Harlem on down.
There's a-mighty many people all millin' all around,
They'll kick you when you're up and knock you when you're down.
It's hard times in the city,
Livin' down in New York town."
Gotta love that Big, Over-ripe Piece of Fruit.
(Man, it's ALMOST FRIDAY.)
I need a new way to express
Myself so you don't need to guess
What otherwise I'd say aloud
And watch it float just like a cloud
High up above you like a thunderhead
But you would just look down instead
And wait 'til foggy skies abate
And vapor clouds all dissipate
And when with them all my words for you
Have softly sublimated too
And you'll just hope that I've moved on
So you'll look up and find me gone
Phish, "Thunderhead"