From my Ithaca sojourn (early 20s) until that fateful Nebraska day I gave up music, this was the introspective and melancholy album and this was the song.

 keep a pencil and a book
I say this is how a life can look
Russian roulette, French-kissed cigarette
And the silence like an anvil
The things that you learn,
but now all that burns
Is a candle
And the fog melts over the night,
and it softens the edges
I begin to write in the dead of the night

A bead of sweat runs down my arm
And I drink it from my skin
It is the most real thing that I feel
It is communion
Bless the meek
Heal the sick
Protect the weak
In the dead of the night

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For Jackson Browne tells us so and he knows everything if anyone does. And cantankerousness aside, it's a gorgeous song.

Why won't the video embed? O dear damn MOG!

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inrumford says:

That was beautiful

You are a PEACH!

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dermahrk says:

I gave up on Jackson for awhile when he thought the political was more important that the poetical. This album brought me back and is chock-full of great tracks.

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inrumford says:

I copied and pasted the code you had there in my browser and just hit go

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