The Hammock Papers: Jerry Jeff Walker, "We Were Kinda Crazy Then"

16 March 2020

Jerry Jeff Walker, "We Were Kinda Crazy Then"

Was your road to Mexico diamonds or stones?
Did you need that lucky piece I slipped in your hand?
Were you ready for the cold winds
That caught you at the Rio Grande?

We were kinda crazy then
Need'n lovers more than friends
Songs on my guitar
You said were flowers for your scars

May you find a friend tonight
May you find he treats you right
Can you find that same moon
I've been starin' at all night?

Always keep your word shining, like some bullet bright
While this old world wears its heart like a big bull's eye
Don't you ever let them teach you the right from the wrong
Did you ever find out who wrote that pretty song?

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL