You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig.

You dig. 

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Neil Young @ Bonnaroo // paper plate set list

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The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All war depends upon it. 

We think too much and feel too little:

Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men, machine men, with machine minds and machine hearts. You are not machines. You are not cattle. You are men. You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don’t hate, only the unloved hate. Only the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers: don’t fight for slavery, fight for liberty.

Throw your arms around me
Let’s keep this quiet
Hear our hearts in the distance like cannon fire
See our breath in the window, in the turning light
Oh it’s a wonderful Life

Legs to walk and thoughts to fly 
eyes to laugh and lips to cry 
a restless tongue to classify 
all born to grow and grown to die

Ride the blue wind high and free 
she’ll lead you down through misery 
leave you low, come time to go 
alone and low as low can be 

"the moral of this story
is try not to get too old
the more time you spend on earth
the more you see unfold

and as an afterthought
this must to be told
some people have taken pure bullshit
and turned it into gold"