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“I don’t want to grow up”, Tom Waits
When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That’s always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things
That they’d never want
The only thing to live for
Is today…
Im gonna put a hole in my tv set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
And I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinking all night
And I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb
On grand street
When I see the 5 oclock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I dont wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get me a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float a broom
Fall in love and get married then boom
How the hell did I get here so soon?
I dont wanna grow up
Well I see that the world is upside-down // Seems that my pockets were filled up with gold // And now the clouds, well they’ve covered over // And the wind is blowing cold // Well I don’t need anybody, because I learned, I learned to be alone // Well I said anywhere, anywhere, anywhere I lay my head, boys // Well I gonna call my home
Tom Waits
You know you have a permanent piece of my medium-sized American heart.
The National
I could’ve been
So many things
But it would never be enough for you
I was the one
You counted on
But I was never the one for you
Now I know
I lost you a long time ago
A Long Time Ago, First Aid Kit
on an idle Tuesday
On an idle Tuesday, I wandered around downtown Austin in tennis shoes and gym clothes, tucking sweaty hair behind my ears in an attempt to look presentable enough to duck into a bar to watch The Royals.
In an Irish pub, I met a couple who were in their early sixties and had been together seven years but said they would never marry. He told me stories about legends in Texas politics that I tucked away for future use. They shared some french fries and ketchup with me. He told me I would have a great life and I thought, There is nothing like a stranger telling you you’re going to have a great life to make you feel like you already do.
The Royals won 10-0, and on the way home, I blasted the new Taylor Swift record at full volume and rolled the windows down and sang. Nothing is over yet, and I’m still very young.
Walkin. (Taken with instagram)
Don’t write when it moves you–that’s a loser. Try to make it habitual, even if you just start with 15 minutes a day, two pages a day. Make it such a part of your routine that not doing it feels strange. You have to be willing to write badly. You can’t say, “I’m going to write habitually, and it’s going to be good.” It’s unpleasant to write badly, but it’s much more important show up on a regular basis so that you’re there when the good stuff comes.
Jennifer Egan