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For the Turnstiles - Neil Young



All the sailors
with their seasick mamas
Hear the sirens on the shore,
Singin' songs
for pimps with tailors
Who charge ten dollars
at the door.
You can really
learn a lot that way
It will change you
in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the great explorers
Are now in granite laid,
Under white sheets
for the great unveiling
At the big parade.
You can really
learn a lot that way
It will change you
in the middle of the day.
Though your confidence
may be shattered,
It doesn't matter.
All the bushleague batters
Are left to die
on the diamond.
In the stands
the home crowd scatters
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles,
For the turnstiles.

Calm Before the Storm

It’s been over a month….

We survived Christmas in the usual “Martha Wanna Be” way. And I have to say, it was much quieter than I had expected. But what madness to prepare!

Since I am so negligent, let me with you a Merry Christmas. I hope it found you in warm company, well fed and with a glass full of something lovely.

And onward we shall go………..

G

Beauty in the Breakdown