Home

Being home in Kansas is such a wonderful feeling. I was home with my mother for the last few days... I got home tonight (2.5 hour drive) and was putting my things away and organizing, so I naturally was going through my CDs and I forgot that I put a CD in my external drive. I still listen to vinyl which means my iPod is as old as the original. I still listen to CDs. When we moved from North Cackalacky to Kansas, I brought the external CD drive mostly because we were attempting to rough it, and my laptop served as a very rudimentary CD player. The last time I remember listening to this particular song (lyrics to follow)...Asheville, North Carolina. We moved in December 2012, but I found this today. I hate moving so often, it totally scrambles the brain. Anyhow. I love the film Crazy Heart and I love the lyrics of this song, by Ryan Bingham. I think it expresses some things about someone being home. And I shall cut and paste. I listened to the song and wrote what I heard in the song. I might have a word or two wrong here or there. Or thereabouts. But it still applies. I don't drink Whiskey, never gamble, and I don't do eight balls. I just love to love this song. It is rather lovely. That is all.

The Weary Kind Ryan Bingham Crazy Heart Your heart is on the loose… You rolled the sevens with nothing to lose. This ain’t no place for the Weary Kind. You called all your shots. Shoot an eight ball at the corner truck stop. Somehow this don’t feel like home anymore. This ain’t no place for the Weary Kind. …This ain’t no place to lose your mind. This ain’t no place to fall behind …Pick up your Crazy Heart and give it one more try… Your body aches… Playing your guitar and sweating out the hate. The Days and the Nights all feel the same. Whiskey has been A thorn in your side and doesn’t forget The highway that calls for your heart inside. And this ain’t no place for the weary kind. This ain’t no place to lose your mind. *** Your lover won’t kiss, It’s too damn far from your fingertips, You are the man that ruined her world. Your heart is on the loose. You rolled the sevens with nothing to lose. This ain’t no place for the Weary Kind.