No matter how left he goes I still like old Neil.
Time to pack it in and buy a pick up.
I ended mine after 35 years.
She must have got tired of the stench.
I was thinking that
maybe I’d get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
Well, it took 36 years, but she’s finally leaving.
If you’ve put up with someone for 36, it’s far too late for a divorce. Kiss and make up.
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He’s lookin for a heart of gold....
Personally can’t stand the guy, but hate to see them part after all the years. Same amount of time with me, and Mrs. RQSR, but we wouldn’t part for any reason other than death.
It one my favorites.
If I ever decide to slit my wrists it’ll be with a Neil Young album on.
Aurora borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we’ve never seen.
They killed us in our tepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin’ on the ground
But the fire sticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun.
They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my Indian rug and a pipe to share.
I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin’ on the fields of green
In the homeland we’ve never seen.
And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the Astrodome and the first tepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Pocahontas.
My marriage was a lot like a Neil Young song:
Started out slow and then fizzled out altogether.
To leave a gal at an age when males vs females stats are getting seriously scary, sorry fellas, way, way cold.
So sad to see any marriage fail. They looked like they were made for each other.
An end of what era. Young was yesterday’s news decades ago.
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