I don't force it. If you don't have an idea and you don't hear anything going over and over in your head, don't sit down and try to write a song. You know, go mow the lawn...My songs speak for themselves.
Neil YoungRead
I don't look at a knife the way I used to. I'm more aware of what it is. I think twice. This is a key finger. It's in every chord.
Interpretation
This quote represents a heightened awareness and appreciation for the tools we use in life.
In this quote, Neil Young reflects on his evolving perception of a knife, symbolizing a broader recognition of the significance and potential consequences of everyday tools and choices in life. It suggests that maturity brings a deeper understanding and respect for the elements that shape our experiences and actions.
In practice
During a workshop on mindfulness, I quoted Neil Young to emphasize the importance of being aware of our actions.
I don't force it. If you don't have an idea and you don't hear anything going over and over in your head, don't sit down and try to write a song. You know, go mow the lawn...My songs speak for themselves.
In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.
Link Wray... He was the beginning of Grunge, way before anybody you know.
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
It's better to burn out, than to fade away.
I just wrote one song at a time. Kinda like an alcoholic. One day at a time.
If men possessed wisdom, which stands in the same relation to the form of man as the sight to the eye, they would not cause any injury to themselves or to others; for the knowledge of truth removes hatred and quarrels, and prevents mutual injuries.
Never did a great man hate good wine.
With celestial sight, trials impossible to change become possible to endure.
Reality is easy. It's deception that's the hard work.
Whatever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves... how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
Armenian folklore has it that three apples fell from Heaven: one for the teller of a story, one for the listener, and the third for the one who 'took it to heart.' What a pity Heaven awarded no apple to the one who wrote the story down.
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