Homage to Jim (or possibly jimage to Hom)
May. 17th, 2009 08:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
avevale_intelligencerWoke up this morning and I looked in the mirror
And I saw that all my hair was grey
Put on the radio and turned it off again
'Cause I don't understand the music they play
Went down to breakfast, read the paper, went to work
I gotta plan for my future sometime
But now my teenage daughter thinks I'm a jerk
When did living one more day become a crime?
I used to hope that I'd die before I got old
I wanted speed and excitement and love over gold
But the promise got broken and the dreams all were sold
And there was nothing but to leave the stage
And now I'm still standing but the world has moved on
I'm still standing though my waistline has gone
The fire's still burning and the feeling is strong
And I'm torn between the love and the rage
And there's a time to remember what it means to be young
And a time to start acting your age.
...and it occurs to me that (a) this is depressing and I didn't mean it to be, (b) someone must already have done it if it's worth doing, (c) I've run out of inspiration and it's turning into hackwork. Anyone want to pick it up, or shall we just leave it lying there?
EDIT: for homage to another Jim, more appropriately dated, see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
filkertom's post here.
And I saw that all my hair was grey
Put on the radio and turned it off again
'Cause I don't understand the music they play
Went down to breakfast, read the paper, went to work
I gotta plan for my future sometime
But now my teenage daughter thinks I'm a jerk
When did living one more day become a crime?
I used to hope that I'd die before I got old
I wanted speed and excitement and love over gold
But the promise got broken and the dreams all were sold
And there was nothing but to leave the stage
And now I'm still standing but the world has moved on
I'm still standing though my waistline has gone
The fire's still burning and the feeling is strong
And I'm torn between the love and the rage
And there's a time to remember what it means to be young
And a time to start acting your age.
...and it occurs to me that (a) this is depressing and I didn't mean it to be, (b) someone must already have done it if it's worth doing, (c) I've run out of inspiration and it's turning into hackwork. Anyone want to pick it up, or shall we just leave it lying there?
EDIT: for homage to another Jim, more appropriately dated, see
filkertom's post here.