The search for meaning.

Life without meaning is merely existing.

When I was in my teens I began to question things. I was critical of my parents’ life; my Dad was submerged in his work; my Mum looked after us and the house, enjoyed talking and did a lot of caring for others, but I did not see a lot of meaning in their existence. I was in search of something more.

I was not too impressed with religion (my parents never went to church. My Dad did not think about it and my Mum was a spiritualist). Christianity didn’t hold a lot of meaning for me. I saw too many people paying lip-service to it. I saw it being used for power. I saw people looking to satisfy their own fear of death and a purposeless life by believing in some afterlife – heaven and paradise. It was a prop for a meaningless life.

It all seemed far too human-centric to me. Jesus the son of god? Jesus coming back? God just appearing to Moses, Jesus and Mohamed up mountains, in wildernesses or in caves with nobody there. God being some ‘being’ who was interested in us – humans on a tiny planet in a mediocre galaxy. God as a person. The idea of heaven and hell. All far too human.

To be honest it seemed a bit puerile and simplistic.

So in my teens I went on a search for meaning. I, influenced by Kerouac, went investigating Zen and Buddhism and Eastern mysticism. I followed that up with other forms of mysticism and shamanism. It was all going beautifully but then I had an experience that forced me to see that I was playing at it and it was unlikely that there was an intrinsic meaning to anything. Everything just was. It was merely the arrogance of humans that demanded that we had to be the centre of everything and be important. It was human to say there had to be a beginning end and purpose. We created gods and religions to fulfil our needs – nothing more.

After that I started looking for purpose instead of meaning.

We could create purpose. I found purpose in teaching, loving, friendship, appreciating nature, family, reading, travelling, photography, art, architecture, history, social improvement, caring for others and the environment, and above all – writing.

I still idealistically believed that we can make the world a better place and a richer experience and that striving for that gives purpose. I believe that creating something is satisfying on a deep level and that one can immerse oneself in wonder and awe at the universe, the mind, philosophy, life and the strivings of human beings.

I am happiest with animals. I am lost in sunsets or a good book. I get enjoyment out of food, thought, drama, film and talk. I am enraptured by trees, rocks, landscapes and the stars. I like excitement.

I don’t think I ever found that meaning I so confidently set off to discover in my teens – but I have certainly packed in a lot of discovery, fun, fulfilment, love, wonder and awe.

I fill my life with purpose, idealism, appreciation and love. That has to be enough.

Having a purpose gives meaning to life.

133 thoughts on “The search for meaning.

      1. What the philosophers and theologians are you about any deeper meaning. The only true meaning for the average person is to live the best way they know how

      2. When we are young, we want everything and nothing less. In all things. As we get older, we realize we can’t have everything we wanted, and it makes us sad. But as we get even older, we realize we have everything we wanted as a kid and more – it just doesn’t look the way we expected it to look. You may not have the formal definition of the meaning of life, but you have love, family, memories, and a life. What if that’s all there is as far as the meaning. If it’s true, you found the meaning of life without actually looking for it. And if you’re still not satisfied, you can always watch the meaning of life by Monty Python 🤣😂

      3. Love that film!! Whatever we have; we always want more! I guess I wanted to find that the answer to life was some mystical magic that connected us all into a great nirvanic understanding of the universe, life and everything. I discovered that it wasn’t and that’s a disappointment.

      4. “was some mystical magic that connected us all into a great nirvanic understanding of the universe, life and everything.”
        It’s called love.

      5. Lol – maybe! If so – I have that! I’m not sure that it gives me the answers I was looking for – the all-encompassing connection between quarks and black holes.

      6. Life works in mysterious ways!! My brain seems to be going down a black hole!! I think I need another drink!!

      7. You get a black hole, I’ll grab a Samaritan Sunset. After, we can hit up the replomat!

        (I know this is really geeky lol)

      8. I wish Quarks was still a thing. Someone actually created it many moons ago, I forget where, and it was a pretty cool idea. However, they picked an area with few Trekkies and therefore it wasn’t a hit and closed. Woulda loved to go just to see, ya know?

      9. I like hanging around gardens! I think I’d go back and see the Beatles and Hendrix and catch some of those early Roy Harper gigs at Les Cousins. I’d like to have seen Elvis before he broke big.
        I allowed my fantasies in that direction to explode in my Blues Muse book. That’s pretty much what it’s about!

      10. If you can figure out how to see the Beatles and Elvis gimme a call. I’m totally down.

        But I meant the hanging gardens of Babylon. They’re just the bonus though – the real point would be going to Babylon!

      11. The thing is that I took it over! I’m driving it now!! I always wanted to be a train driver!! TOOOOOTTTT!!! TOOOOOOTTTT!!!

      12. I’m strapping dynamite on!! I’m gonna make sure these suckers pay for the mess they’ve created!!! I think I might be getting a trifle manic.

      13. OK!! I can see the bridge with the broken span. I’m on the roof!! I can see the river. I’m offfffffffffffffffffff!

      14. Well, sometimes the wrong train was the right one all along. [nerd alert] as Idris (the TARDIS in human form when speaking with the Doctor on a similar subject:
        Doctor: You didn’t always take me where I wanted to go.
        Idres: No, but I always took you where you needed to go.

      15. “Aw, come on, now
        You know you know about my debutante”
        An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
        But I know what you want”

      16. OMG! 💪💪 Nice!!!!!!!!! 💜💜 Perfect choice for this convo….just perfect! but thankfully, neither of us are crying!

      17. Well, how can we when the world us is so magical: Shakespeare is wearing pointed shoes with bells, the sun’s not yellow it’s chicken, when she’s 68 but says she’s 54, he walks in carrying on his shoulder a siamese cat, and we have a thousand telephones that don’t ring? Life is funny, and though it may take a lot, it’s worth all the laughter.

      18. Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
        We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it

      19. ” I walked by a Guernsey cow”
        “You won’t hear me complain”
        “I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind”

      20. That’s because:
        Johnny’s in the basement
        Mixing up the medicine
        I’m on the pavement
        Thinking about the government

      21. Man in a trench coat badge out laid off days he’s got a bad cough lookout kid don’t matter what you did

        Woah… I LOVE this song and haven’t had an opportunity to recite it in forever. THANK YOU! So many great lines!!!!

        Get sick, get well, hang around the ink-well
        And you better stay away from those that carry ‘round a fire hose
        You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!

      22. I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
        On the dark side of the road
        So many thoughts
        My head just might explode.

      23. I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
        On the dark side of the road
        So many thoughts
        My head just might explode.
        he now steps to the road
        ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
        while my conscience explodes

      24. I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
        On the dark side of the road
        So many thoughts
        My head just might explode.
        he now steps to the road
        ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
        while my conscience explodes
        My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes

      25. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe

      26. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse

      27. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

      28. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!

      29. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn

      30. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen

      31. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me

      32. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me.
        While Hollis Brown
        He lived on the outside of town
        With his wife and five children
        And his cabin fallin’ down.
        You looked for work and money
        And you walked a rugged mile
        Your children are so hungry
        That they don’t know how to smile
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise

      33. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me.
        While Hollis Brown
        He lived on the outside of town
        With his wife and five children
        And his cabin fallin’ down.
        You looked for work and money
        And you walked a rugged mile
        Your children are so hungry
        That they don’t know how to smile
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night

      34. My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me.
        While Hollis Brown
        He lived on the outside of town
        With his wife and five children
        And his cabin fallin’ down.
        You looked for work and money
        And you walked a rugged mile
        Your children are so hungry
        That they don’t know how to smile
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying

      35. OOO you reused lyrics!

        My memory erodes
        And the universe implodes
        For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
        An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
        The brave front line heroes
        The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
        Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
        It could even be the sword
        But the handmade blade
        And the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand
        You know too soon
        There is no sense in trying!
        They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me.
        While Hollis Brown
        He lived on the outside of town
        With his wife and five children
        And his cabin fallin’ down.
        You looked for work and money
        And you walked a rugged mile
        Your children are so hungry
        That they don’t know how to smile
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

      36. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door

      37. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell

      38. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!

      39. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!
        Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
        My senses have been stripped
        My hands can’t feel to grip
        My toes too numb to step
        Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering

      40. Yes, but then again, we could just start a post on one of our sites and every time someone adds, we add to it. It probably would be more to WP’s liking than a 9000 word comment LOL

      41. You sure you want a ballistic missile? Even at 10 paces it would most likely go over my head, and the recoil would be agony. But if you insist, I’m sure I can find my quasi ballistic missile that I’ve stashed around here…. they prefer to work in lower altitudes, so it would go straight for you rather than up-up-and-away!

      42. Neither am I.

        Ok. I’ll tell you what. Lets work together. as we find our comments, we link to them and put them all in one place. Then *I* will be the hero of the day and try to figure out the order that we posted them and put them together. Them from that point forward, we continue our unique song on that post, and I will move the newer parts up to add to the song that we’re writing. How does that sound?

      43. You have to do the finding though! I’m not able to focus for that long. I’ll get distracted and start writing or something. It’s just how my brain is. I can put the information together and figure out what fits where because that’s a creative aspect of how my brain works, but finding them would make me scream.

      44. You are none of those things. Which you can prove to a woman that believes the best in you to be true, by collecting all the comments LOL

      45. Do I ever seem to mind anything that’s long? Geesh. I could be responding to a three word comment and turn it into a paragraph! 😂🤣

      46. Find me the pages where the comments are on, send me the link to them. If you’re on the internet there’ sactualy a way to link to speific comments as well.

      47. However, all of the comments that we did back and forth on this particular post, I cannot see. I just have an icon that says 112 comments and it won’t open to show me the comments. You could see them. So you could literally just copy and paste them into a comment to me on something I’ll set up now, so i can get them and put them all together.

      48. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!
        Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
        My senses have been stripped
        My hands can’t feel to grip
        My toes too numb to step
        Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
        The empty handed painter from your streets
        Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
        The sky too is fallin’ in over you
        And it’s all over now, baby blue

      49. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!
        Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
        My senses have been stripped
        My hands can’t feel to grip
        My toes too numb to step
        Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
        The empty handed painter from your streets
        Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
        The sky too is fallin’ in over you
        And it’s all over now, baby blue
        I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
        If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
        The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
        ‘Neath the bed where we slept.

      50. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!
        Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
        My senses have been stripped
        My hands can’t feel to grip
        My toes too numb to step
        Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
        The empty handed painter from your streets
        Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
        The sky too is fallin’ in over you
        And it’s all over now, baby blue
        I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
        If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
        The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
        ‘Neath the bed where we slept.
        It was raining from the first
        And I was dying there of thirst
        So I came in here
        Ain’t it clear?

      51. So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night
        But Darkness at the break of noon
        Shadows even the silver spoon
        The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
        Eclipses both the sun and moon
        To understand you know too soon
        There is no sense in trying
        When you think that you’ve lost everything
        You find out you can always lose a little more
        I’m just going down the road feeling bad
        Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
        Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
        Baby, caught between heaven and hell
        I’m a man of constant sorrow
        I’ve seen trouble all my days
        But something is going on here
        And you don’t know what it is.
        This is the story of the Hurricane.
        Everybody must get stoned!
        Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
        My senses have been stripped
        My hands can’t feel to grip
        My toes too numb to step
        Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
        The empty handed painter from your streets
        Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
        The sky too is fallin’ in over you
        And it’s all over now, baby blue
        I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
        If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
        The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
        ‘Neath the bed where we slept.
        It was raining from the first
        And I was dying there of thirst
        So I came in here
        Ain’t it clear?
        the road was full of mud
        I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
        I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
        Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
        Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
        Come in, she said
        I’ll give ya shelter from the storm

      52. They never did like mama’s homemade dress
        Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
        She had to sell everything she owned
        And froze up inside
        When finally the bottom fell out
        I became withdrawn
        But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
        Two riders were approaching
        The wind began to howl
        Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
        But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
        But me I expected it to happen
        Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
        Come to me, mama
        Ease my money crisis now
        I need something to support me.
        While Hollis Brown
        He lived on the outside of town
        With his wife and five children
        And his cabin fallin’ down.
        You looked for work and money
        And you walked a rugged mile
        Your children are so hungry
        That they don’t know how to smile
        So Ramona
        Come closer
        Shut softly your watery eyes
        The pangs of your sadness
        Shall pass as your senses will rise
        Baby, please stop crying
        You know, I know, the sun will always shine
        sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
        Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
        Lily took her dress off and buried it away
        I long to see you in the morning light
        I long to reach for you in the night

      53. He kind of looks like Ed Sheeran. And sounds like if bob dylan and tom petty blended their voices together perfectly and then decided to sing as country as possible with a bluesy 12 string, and there’s a touch of John Lennon when his voice gets a little deeper, usually right before the country twang in the back of his throat.

        I’ve never heard tthis before, and I like it.

      54. I quite enjoyed the song as well. I made my dad listen (we have very similar tastes). He liked it, and then i told him what itold you above (he always makes fun of those comparisons that I get in my head), and he cut me off and was like, “absolutely! You’ve hit the nail on the head! If Barbara Streisand had an illegitimate love child with Leonard Cohen and then mixed his voice with the voice of Taylor Swift and Mick Jagger and Buddy Holly played the Glockenspiel, that’s exactly what this song sounds like!” He then cracked up at his own joke, and when he was finished he told me to continue and so i told him what I wrote above (no interruption from him) and I played it again. He said he just hears someone who’s trying to sound like Dylan. 🤷‍♀️ To each their own. But I enjoyed it immensely, especially hearing all those different sounds blended together as I described.

      55. Yes. I was blessed to have a good relationship with both my parents, although they created me to be just as bonkers as I am LOL

      56. Also nature over nurture – sometimes psychos pass on the psycho genes. You have no chance if your parents are both psycho and have the psycho gene AND are psychos too. you end up just a bit psycho yourself LOL

      57. Depends on your definition of psycho. Psycho homicidal maniac, maybe. But crazy enough that people on the outside think that you’re a loon is mostly genetic LOL

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