songs i was raised on


Songs I Was Raised On

Live fast love hard, die young, and leave a beautiful memory, sang Faron Young. Jaunty little tune, but that’s not the way it usually goes down. The memories aren’t yours, they’re the memories about you of those you left behind, full of bitterness, regret and confusion.

Then, somewhere off the pop charts, your immortal soul runs into payback and you’re singing a different tune. Raindrops are falling on your head and you’re so lonesome you could die. But you’ve already done that, you’ve gone right off the cliff of your lyrics.

Knock, knock, knocking at heaven’s door. They hear you knocking but you can’t come in. Open the door, Richard! Hear that lonesome whistle blow?

You’re a stranger in paradise, no on takes your hand.

Smile, tho your heart is breaking.

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