So Many Roads

[Misty_Morning]

I can't sleep. There's a song running through my brain that keeps me awake and thinking.

As many of you know..I am a deadhead. And for some reason tonight this song will not allow me to sleep.

Every time I close my eyes I see the many roads I have traveled, both figuratively and spiritually.

For some reason I am revisiting all the little towns and sidestreets that I thought I would never pass through again. But tonight I am taking a journey...revisiting all those lonely roads.




Thought I heard a blackird sing up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whining boy if you will
Born where the sound don't shine
and I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame?
Thought I heard that KC whistle
moaning sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the kokomomo
Whining boy got no place to go
So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads, so many roads
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride

So many roads, so many roads
Thought I heard a jug band playin'
"If you don't... who else will?"
from over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine,
and the rain refused to go
and you don't seem to hear me when I call
Wind inside & the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go, ain't that a shame?
So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
So many roads I know
All I want is one to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads so many roads
From the land of the midnight sun
where the ice blue roses grow
'long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moaning low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul







So many roads.......so many roads...

Each day I wake and I find my feet on another. Some are the same that I have walked before.

what about you?



Tell me about the roads you have walked.

 

[DeeZire]

Highway One, on the coast of California. There used to be hippies living under the bridges at Limekiln Creek, and many others. They're gone now, although Big Sur remains relatively unchanged. Palo Calorado Canyon is still full of ratty old log cabins and shacks. The old coast road, going from Bixby Creek to Molera State Park, is still unpassable in bad weather.

Last time I was at the River Inn gift shop in Big Sur, I saw a rack of 'hippie chick' postcards. Apparently there's a photographer down there doing those sexy glamor photo shoots, dressing up women in hippie garb. Why didn't I think of that?

Here's a link, for all those who missed out on the sixties.

http://www.heartbeatbigsur.com/pages/common/photo.html