This is my I'm depressed and need something sad but hopeful song. Everyone should have one of those I think. I have a couple more of Neil's songs like this for you as well.
There has been a great deal of contention over the lyrics of this song and what they mean.
It has been covered by numerous artist, many of whom would not be expected to choose a song like this one. Such as Dolly Parton who asked Emmy Lou Harris what the lyrics meant. No one knew, so Dolly called Neil himself and asked he responded with :
"Hell, I don't know. I just wrote it. It just depends on what I was taking at the time. I guess every verse has something different I'd taken." hahaha... those drug people!
This one gives me perspective. Lots worse happens in the world than my petty woes.
This is not Neil Young. It's some drunk guy... but oddly enough, you can hear what he is singing better than any of the Neil Young videos. It's short. dmarks at Throwawayblog once said this song reminded him of Dumb Potter's Hell...my home town. I do agree with that.
There is not much on Funch today. I've got the blues. Hence the songs for when you're depressed post. But I want to tell you why... then I'm going to take a few days off and be back on Friday with my Fable. So here we go...
I like men. I like way they think. I like the way they smell. I like the way they talk. I like their humor. I like that they think about the world and converse on a variety of subjects. They are comfortable giving opinions and comfortable hearing opinions different from their own.
As friends they are hard to beat. They tend to be loyal, engaged, warm and even somewhat protective. They can sympathize without getting mushy... and are darned good listeners. I have many male friends who are not linked to me romantically. I have always been friends with men in multiples. I feel safe with them.
So I joined this free trial thing on a social network for three days. You cancel out before it's up and you don't get charged. I tired it on a fluke. So I start chatting with people and this one guy is funny and we end up talking a lot.
It does not take me long to get attached to people. I consider all the people here at Oodles of Funch to be my friends and very family-like. I care about everyone here. I appreciate their support of me. So I'm getting to a place where I am starting to think of this person as a real friend too. He reminded me so much of someone else that I trust utterly and that made it easy to think of him as being trustworthy.
That's when he had this ridiculous "emergency" involving his mother, a dog and starving in Dubai. I am laughing out loud as I type this. In my head he has become the "Dumb Guy from Dubai". I am not stupid. Nor was I so into this person that I was willing to hand over my personal information or funds. No. I reported him.
I do laugh at this. It was so transparent when it came up that it was a parody of a plan to get money. It's funny how bad it was.
But the fact remains that someone betrayed my trust. I have one huge bug-a-boo... and that is betrayal. I require loyalty. I am aware that I am way too generous with my affections but that does not hamper my ability to see reality, it just makes what is real hurt.
What I need is a vacation. Since I can't toss my crap in a carry on and head off for Italy. I'll content myself to take a vacation in my new to me bedroom. Yes it is a rather small vaction spot, but cozy. There will be movies, lots of Vonnegut to choose from, Turtuledoves to finish (sadly), music files to peruse and dancing like a fool with no one watching. I plan a few field trips to walk daily and swing on the swing set at school. I can speak Italian if I wish and I don't need sun screen. I will also use the time to do something that I love very much... write. So be assured that Friday Fables will return as scheduled and Ananda Girl will return refreshed and smiling. I will also poke my nose into your blogs here and there.
Now here's a question for you all... What thing do you suggest that I do or take with me on my bedroom vacation?