He said..... - 30/11/2001 in Opendiary Archive

Here’s a song that describes exactly how I feel. Or some of it.

Actually I guess you’d call it a tavern
cigar smoke on the ceiling, sawdust on the floor, friendly shadows.

There was only one man sitting up there at the bar,
and in the mirror I could see him eyeing me and my guitar,
he said come here boy, and show us what you are,
I said “I’m dry”, and he bought me a beer.

He looked at me and said “It’s a tough life, ain’t it”
I just looked at him and he said “ain’t making any money are you”
I said “you’ve been reading my mail”, he just smiled and said “Give me your guitar, I’ve got something you ought to hear. Then he laid it on my ear..

If you waste your time talking to the people who don’t listen to the things that you are say; who do you thinks’s gonna hear. And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about are things they could be changing, who do you thinks gonna hear.”

Make of me what you will?