… is that everything seems the same, until suddenly it’s different.
You know what I mean.
What Bothers Me About the Silent Unstoppable Passage of Time Tuesday, Feb 5 2008
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February 5, 2008 at 8:05 am |
It’s a long time since I heard the song, “Do You Know What I Mean.”
It had a catchy beat, but I’m not sure what the lyrics mean.
Step off a train, all alone at dawn
Back into the hole where I was born
Sun in the sky, never raised an eye to me
There’s blood on the tracks, and they must be mine
Fool on the hill, and I feel fine
Don’t look back, ’cause you know what you might see
Look into the wall of my mind’s eye
I think I know, but I don’t know why
Questions of the answers you might need
Comin’ in a mess, going out in style
I ain’t good lookin’, but I’m someone’s child
No one can give me the air that’s mine to breathe
I met my maker, I made him cry
And on my shoulder, he asked me why
As people won’t fly through the storm
I said listen up now, we don’t even know you’re born
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
I don’t really care for what you believe
So open up your fist and you will receive
The thoughts and the words of every man you’ll meet
Get up off the floor of the leaving line
No one’s ever gonna ever ask you twice
Get all the fuss and bring it all home to me
I met my maker, I made him cry
And on my shoulder, he asked me why
As people won’t fly through the storm
I said listen up now, we don’t even know you’re born
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
All my people right here, right now
D’you know what I mean? (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I guess.
February 5, 2008 at 10:51 am |
Unfortunately, yes.
February 5, 2008 at 11:47 am |
Yes, and no warning whatsoever.
February 6, 2008 at 8:18 am |
My people only have food-time and bed-time. We like silent passages. We passage silently.
February 6, 2008 at 8:32 am |
It’s like a tiny drop of water wearing away a huge rock, isn’t it…?
February 9, 2008 at 10:34 am |
Sometimes, as in my case, this is a good thing.
There I was trudging along, hating my job, getting more depressed day by day, when suddenly a new job came along…a wonderful new job where I’m appreciated, and liked! Sometimes it’s a good thing.