Focus on the Crunch

i'm down on the farm so postings have been minimal, you'll have to excuse me. when i'm down here i try to simplify, purify the waves, boil down to the essentials, so while i'm getting great material, i think i'll save most of it to post when i get back home.

i do a lot of walking into myself down here and it helps me see where i'm hiding the goodstuff, you should really try it. there's nothing better than bumping into your oversoul because you were looking at your feet while you walked. the leaves are down but you should really hear the sound of the crunch underfoot, i love that crunch. crunch crunch crunch. focus on the crunch

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So Many Roads
Robert Hunter

Thought I heard a blackird singing
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?

Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moaning sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin' boy got no place to go

So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads, so many roads
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads, so many roads

Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't... who else will?"
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine
And the rain refused to fall
And you don't seem to hear me when I call

Wind inside and the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?

So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
So many roads I know
All I want is one to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads so many roads

From the land of the midnight sun
Where the ice blue roses grow
Along those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moaning low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul