7. TRYING TO MAKE A LIVING
I´m a full grown man with two strong hands, and I make up music
and care for my plants
My kid is grown and my wife is strong,
but I miss my dog now that she is gone
And I picked up the trail from so long ago
When the music played through my mind
When I listened hard to try and understand their sound,
and my own sound
I rented a place in my neighbourhood
I built bins to compost leftover food
The Majorna folks were ready to roll
And to rock those worms to fertilize the soil
And then people started growing in their own backyards
And the words spread out through the land
You can close a local circle by growing plants,
And I´m listening to that blackbird
when the evening falls
Filling up my senses and I behold
The beauty of the changing seasons
And I ´m a part of it all!
And I´m trying to make a living
out of my own two hands
And the magnitude of feelings, so close at hand
And making up this song seems to fit the plan
Like this is the way I am!
That´s the way I live and the way I will die.
I will make up music that takes me high
And my path don ́t seem that hard to climb.
But I guess it will take me a lot of time
But who cares when you ́re dealing with your own time
And it ́s you, who pay the price
For success or a new experience in life .
This is my life!
And I ´m listening...
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