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 Speaking of Neil Young... One Young song which often gets stuck in my brain is Out On The Weekend. Packing up and running away to start a new life; this is a strong theme with me. My recurring nightmares involve an inability to escape.
It's weird that I'm still having these nightmares, even more so now that I've moved into my first house. Am I trapped between a need for security and a lust for adventure? Or am I still still stuck in the mindset of my earlier years when I felt the need to slip the surly bonds of my parents? These nightmares hark back to when I returned to my family home after my mom was diagnosed to cancer. I was torn between wanting to stay and help, and needing to run away and never turn back. I left a couple of months after she died, but the memory haunts me still. Why won't my brain let me escape? Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up. Start a brand new day. The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind. I hear her callin'. See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say. She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up From her big brass bed. Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up Somewhere in her head. The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine she's in my mind. I hear her callin'. See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay. Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say.
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