Given time
where will you be when I’m sixty-four?
Wherever you are
gone or wasting away
give me your answer, send me a postcard, drop me a line.

It was your birthday, yesterday.
You were in my dream (I think last night)
driving circles around me
and said ”sleep now,
one day I’ll tell you how my life has been”
while
dreaming of places that I’ve seen
I could follow the paths
I could read the signs
Most of the time.

“But there’s no place in this world where you’ll belong when you’re gone
and the evenings and the mornings will be one when you’re gone
so I guess you’ll have to do it while you’re here
All of the time”.

That’s my postcard to you

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(ούτε ψίχουλο από στιχάκι δεν έμεινε να γράψουμε, αναμασάμε πολλές φορές φλύαρα και αυτάρεσκα τα ίδια τα ίδια και τα ίδια -θαρρείς και μας περισσεύει χρόνος- ενώ τα πρόλαβαν όλα άλλοι νωρίτερα, μίλησαν -με τυχαία σειρά εμφάνισης- Peter Hammill, Phil Ochs, John Lennon & Paul McCartney, Bruce Springsteen, Richard Hawley, Bob Dylan, Kristin Hersh….Ιούλιος ήδη)

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