Don't have a cow, Man!
Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Yeah yeah yeah
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Wah, Mother Nature's son
Every day I feel more and more like some kind of piece of white trash. My home is small, I don't exactly fit in very well....anywhere, except with older people, and the only girl that I have any luck with, is my ex. Is that fucked up or what? John Lennon totally said what I want to live like in that song, because taht is how it used to be. I used to live near my grandfather before he died, and he had a farm, so I spent a lot of time there. I would go and just work, and when I was done, I would lay down near the shady trees and sing, or lie in grass, or climb tress, or even chase lizards. It was all so simple. Now life is so much different, and he isn't around anymore. I miss him a lot. Last night, I had quite a few dreams, including that, and a strange one about going by train, on lifted tracks, to canada, to see The Beatles in concert. Why can't life be more like dreams? Everyday, I see less and less reason for life to exist, and it disgusts me. The whole point, or points, are to A. find love, B. make love, and C. be successful. Also there is that whole "family" thing, but some people don't really think too much about things like that. This is all unneeded though. Love isn't real. Love is a feeling of security, that you won't ever be alone, and that you dont have to worry about being alone...so really.. Love is just a feeling of safety..of having someone to come home to, that will make you feel beter when you are sick, and hold you when you are afraid..and that is all rather pointless, so you dont actually need it..and so love making doesn't exist without love... so that is easily disgarded.. because think about it.. it can only be fun for just so long, but it ruins so much. Success... what is the point of it. Some people waste their whole lives trying to become successful, just to end up dying before anything happens. They do this for their "loved ones" who will live on, in pain, showing that it really is best to let go of what you have, rather than lossing it all. And when they are gone, and their success is over with, what do they have? Nothing. Tinmes that they could have been having, are gone, because they spent their whole life working hard, and never having time for fun. And now in death, you have nothing. None of the love or things that you aquired during life... Because it is all useless. Life is useless. Items are useless. Even other people are useless...why? Because in the end.. they are all gone, and you are left alone....and there is no fun in that....although, I went to work today, and found out the delivery truck wouldn't be showing up, because it hit a cow....and en.. we ound out it actually dind't hit a cow, after we had been waiting for a while....but it had hit many cows...see... death comes to quickly for some and to slow for others. So, Got milk?
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone
Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Yeah yeah yeah
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm
Mm mm mm, ooh ooh ooh
Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm
Mm mm mm mm, wah wah wah
Wah, Mother Nature's son
Every day I feel more and more like some kind of piece of white trash. My home is small, I don't exactly fit in very well....anywhere, except with older people, and the only girl that I have any luck with, is my ex. Is that fucked up or what? John Lennon totally said what I want to live like in that song, because taht is how it used to be. I used to live near my grandfather before he died, and he had a farm, so I spent a lot of time there. I would go and just work, and when I was done, I would lay down near the shady trees and sing, or lie in grass, or climb tress, or even chase lizards. It was all so simple. Now life is so much different, and he isn't around anymore. I miss him a lot. Last night, I had quite a few dreams, including that, and a strange one about going by train, on lifted tracks, to canada, to see The Beatles in concert. Why can't life be more like dreams? Everyday, I see less and less reason for life to exist, and it disgusts me. The whole point, or points, are to A. find love, B. make love, and C. be successful. Also there is that whole "family" thing, but some people don't really think too much about things like that. This is all unneeded though. Love isn't real. Love is a feeling of security, that you won't ever be alone, and that you dont have to worry about being alone...so really.. Love is just a feeling of safety..of having someone to come home to, that will make you feel beter when you are sick, and hold you when you are afraid..and that is all rather pointless, so you dont actually need it..and so love making doesn't exist without love... so that is easily disgarded.. because think about it.. it can only be fun for just so long, but it ruins so much. Success... what is the point of it. Some people waste their whole lives trying to become successful, just to end up dying before anything happens. They do this for their "loved ones" who will live on, in pain, showing that it really is best to let go of what you have, rather than lossing it all. And when they are gone, and their success is over with, what do they have? Nothing. Tinmes that they could have been having, are gone, because they spent their whole life working hard, and never having time for fun. And now in death, you have nothing. None of the love or things that you aquired during life... Because it is all useless. Life is useless. Items are useless. Even other people are useless...why? Because in the end.. they are all gone, and you are left alone....and there is no fun in that....although, I went to work today, and found out the delivery truck wouldn't be showing up, because it hit a cow....and en.. we ound out it actually dind't hit a cow, after we had been waiting for a while....but it had hit many cows...see... death comes to quickly for some and to slow for others. So, Got milk?