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looking at images of the free spirited american boy living outsside the law in 1970s cinema. jeff bridges, kris kristopherson, jan michael vincent, al pacino, keith carradine, robert deniro, paul le mat, martin sheen, warren beatty, elliot gould, joe dallasandro, dennis hopper.......and feeling the loss of freedom in the lives of todays youth. some of these kids cant even go to the mall without their parents driving them there and picking them up. but im also thinking about the websites the old timers populate...some of them focusing on a special hangout, a movie theatre, a bar that booked local bands, a coffeehouse. or a favorite radio station. a magazine, or a celebrity role model. i feel so much lifelessness around me and wonder if the humaan race is petering out from lack of interest. reality just isnt as interesting as it once was. and i realize that you cant be a cowboy forever. neither can a country stay young forever. and the once radical activists are moving more and more to the false security of a complacent conservativism they once despised.
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a superhero for every woman
a hound dog for every man
a chef to do the cooking
and a maid to wash the pans
black paint for the windows
on what used to be a store
a nurse to put you under
when you cant stand it any more
but i remember a time
when you could hop on a train
and go anywhere with anyone
and do anything you liked
no more breakin broncos
no more cattle drives
big sam the coffin builder
was the last one seen alive
ill ride through fields of thyme
across the putple heather
then throw my saddle in the river
because nobody can be a cowboy forever
you cant follow the science if you flunk your physics exams
you cant form an alliance
if youre looking for someone to scrub your back
high speed tains will get you nowhere fast
every river ends at the coast
we are living in a spiral dream
of suicides and ghosts
but i remember a time
when you could hop on a train
and go anywhere with anyone
and do anything you liked
no more breakin broncos
no more cattle drives
big sam the coffin builder
was the last one seen alive
ill ride through fields of thyme
across the putple heather
then throw my saddle in the river
because nobody can be a cowboy forever
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