Just some thoughts: :
Sadly died before his time.
Although the longer I live I’m not qualified to speak about the matter of one’s “time.” Who would have thought thinking of all the great Sun label people–Johnny Cash–Elvis–Roy Oribson–Carl Perkins–Charlie Rich…and who’s the one still walking among us–Jerry Lee. So I do not have a handle on life and the time of death.
So often I think of Croce– I’ll be driving playing one of his cd’s and then his lyrics just jump out at me—like today:
“You don’t spit into the wind”
“You don’t tug on Superman’s cape”
“You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger”
“He looked like a Jigsaw puzzle with a few pieces missing”
“It happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save.”
“Meaner than a junkyard dog”
“Every time I’m near you I run of things to say.”
“Used to be that I could pretend that I wasn’t really hurt back then”
Far, far too many to write or even remember…
‘Cause memories can be friends
Or they can take you to a place
That you never thought you’d be again
And take you to a place
That you never ever thought
That you would see again
Memories — they can be friends, or they can be something other than…..friends.
November 6, 2018
Posted March 24, 2019