I read an article today by Ben Gibbard in Paste magazine that sums up my life PERFECTLY. What I did for Kesey and Eugene Ben Gibbard for Jack Keroauc and Big Sur. The song's about how he followed Jack Keroauc's spirit to Big Sur, and what it felt like to be there. It felt good to hear those words and those concepts. I'm not alone, I never was. We're out here world, don't ignore us. Celebrate us for what we are because at the end of the day we don't know what we're doing. Anyway. I wanted to put these lyrics somewhere where I could read them. At this moment in my life I am living in this song.
I descended a dusty gravel ride
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died.
And barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me
And the silence, it became so very clear
That you had long ago disappeared
I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind
All the way from San Francisco
As i chased the end of your road
'Cause I've still got miles to go
And I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way
And it's hard to want to stay awake
When everyone you meet
They all seem to be asleep
And you wonder if you're missing your dream
You can't see your dream
You can't see your dream
You just can't see your dream
Dream, dream, dream
And then it started getting dark
And I trudged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I must assume was the case with you.
Thank you, Ben Gibbard, thank you.