Isaac Asimov said, "No matter what kind of creature, its heart gets a billion beats and it can use them up fast or slow."
Humans get up to a hundred years out of a billion beats but a tortoise takes it slower and may last two hundred and fifty years or more. Hummingbirds last hardly any time at all as their hearts must beat faster than any other creature.
We modulate our hearts and some burn up fast while others burn up slow and take a glide path out of the world.
Sixty-five is nowhere near as old as what I thought it was when I was young. But I definitely burned things up fast and that's not a lament as I saw so many things.
Did you ever hang onto the wing of an aircraft ... and let go?
Did you ever hit the ground at a hundred mph / one sixty kph wearing only a helmet, a cotton shirt, and jeans? I mean did you ever do it and live (larfs).
Did you ever wave your hand and create stars?
There are so many things and maybe it was Brian Aldiss who wrote of All the Myriad Stars but I couldn't find a reference. I believe it was that or something similar and I don't mean "All the Myriad Ways" by Larry Niven. Update: I did find Aldiss and he's still alive / writing.
Every kid wants to be a spaceman and now many become one because we all want to see stars, as many as we possibly can.
This wasn't a schmooze to segue to the song but it occurred to me and it works. It must be from at least fifteen years ago and it's definitely the Stratocaster. Maybe it's a tad different because it wasn't live but the vocal is too spacey and difficult to discern, the guitar is not.
"Epitaph" is not a morbid song although the name implies it and the song is definitely about collecting stars. Direct link to the song (full-spectrum audio) on the podcast via "Epitaph" or visit the Ride the Dragon podcast and go from there.
Lyrics:
Silver-winged fairies
drinking nectared-moonlight
flying through the mountain mists
singing
Greet each day like it's the first one
Play each song like it's your last
Forget the things that lie behind you
There's nothing for you in the past.
That dream is that which lies before you
Don't wait until the darkness comes.
...
...
The rainbow light of music
echoes all the things you once believed
but the beauty and the magic
are in what could someday be.
Humans get up to a hundred years out of a billion beats but a tortoise takes it slower and may last two hundred and fifty years or more. Hummingbirds last hardly any time at all as their hearts must beat faster than any other creature.
We modulate our hearts and some burn up fast while others burn up slow and take a glide path out of the world.
Sixty-five is nowhere near as old as what I thought it was when I was young. But I definitely burned things up fast and that's not a lament as I saw so many things.
Did you ever hang onto the wing of an aircraft ... and let go?
Did you ever hit the ground at a hundred mph / one sixty kph wearing only a helmet, a cotton shirt, and jeans? I mean did you ever do it and live (larfs).
Did you ever wave your hand and create stars?
There are so many things and maybe it was Brian Aldiss who wrote of All the Myriad Stars but I couldn't find a reference. I believe it was that or something similar and I don't mean "All the Myriad Ways" by Larry Niven. Update: I did find Aldiss and he's still alive / writing.
Every kid wants to be a spaceman and now many become one because we all want to see stars, as many as we possibly can.
This wasn't a schmooze to segue to the song but it occurred to me and it works. It must be from at least fifteen years ago and it's definitely the Stratocaster. Maybe it's a tad different because it wasn't live but the vocal is too spacey and difficult to discern, the guitar is not.
"Epitaph" is not a morbid song although the name implies it and the song is definitely about collecting stars. Direct link to the song (full-spectrum audio) on the podcast via "Epitaph" or visit the Ride the Dragon podcast and go from there.
Lyrics:
Silver-winged fairies
drinking nectared-moonlight
flying through the mountain mists
singing
Greet each day like it's the first one
Play each song like it's your last
Forget the things that lie behind you
There's nothing for you in the past.
That dream is that which lies before you
Don't wait until the darkness comes.
...
...
The rainbow light of music
echoes all the things you once believed
but the beauty and the magic
are in what could someday be.
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