“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken”
“I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream
Ah child of countless trees
Ah child of boundless seas
What you are, and what you’re meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me
Cassidy
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back
Come wash the nighttime clean
Come grow the scorched ground green
Blow the horn, and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me
Cassidy
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it’s own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it’s own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
Fare thee well now
Let your life proceed by it’s own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
I’m done with mine
Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words
Wield to the storm and fly”
Bob Weir’s paean to Dean Moriarty, the hero of Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road,.” (Neal Cassady in real life.)
Paul Strand photo in the Hebrides
“ “No man is rich enough to buy back his past.””
Eugene O’Neill
“I love every bone in their heads.”
E. O’Neill
““The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or a saw a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.””
Neal Cassady