Wild Country

I’m heading to be in the mountains and the trees tomorrow. Spending the next few days in the snow and wind and ice and obscene beauty of the wilderness. Definitely good for the soul. Maine is good to me like that.

“What will become of the truth when we keep it in
Things we don’t remember when they ask us when
We did the things that we learned we shouldn’t do again
What wasn’t learned from mistakes, we will make them
Maybe this is my heart and maybe it is yours
Burns away the eyes peering in our doors
If I want to leave I will, stand on my feet I do
Only takes these words you never believe are true
I’m never gonna chase something, it’s a total waste running
After what they take in hundreds, look at what they praise, nothing”

 

And one of my favorite electronic songs from my snowboarding playlist:

“I’m just a singer who already blew his shot
I get along with old timers
Cause my name’s a reminder of a pop song people forgot
And I can’t keep a girl, no
Cause as soon as the sun comes up
I cut em all loose and work’s my excuse
But the truth is I can’t open up

But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster and be all alone
You don’t wanna ride the bus like this
Never knowing who to trust like this
You don’t wanna be stuck up on that stage singing
Stuck up on that stage singing
All I know are sad songs, sad songs
Darling, all I know are sad songs, sad songs”

Also, off-piste looks like a lot more fun than fancy park jumping.

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