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Sometimes I think not often, but enough that if I had a shrink (s)he would say Neil Young is the one that ****** you up son, I mean, he didn’t mean to, but looking back like I am apt to do too often his music I have listened to through the decades made me who I am today and yesterday taking me so many places where the pavement turns to sand, like on the beach, or down by the river, or somewhere on a desert highway where I tend to see the sky about to rain most days and the ambiance of ambulance blues is so ******* beautifully depressing that even I can diagnose me just knowing that rust never sleeps, and a heart of gold remains elusive. ;)
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:06 AM UTC
Chasing the ambulance blues
Sometimes I think not often, but enough that if I had a shrink (s)he would say Neil Young is the one that ****** you up son, I mean, he didn’t mean to, but looking back like I am apt to do too often his music I have listened to through the decades made me who I am today and yesterday taking me so many places where the pavement turns to sand, like on the beach, or down by the river, or somewhere on a desert highway where I tend to see the sky about to rain most days and the ambiance of ambulance blues is so ******* beautifully depressing that even I can diagnose me just knowing that rust never sleeps, and a heart of gold remains elusive. ;)
Apologies to N. Young. I do love his stuff. He’s still The Man. https://youtu.be/1LTiKJlB62g
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Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 5:06 AM UTC
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