daydreams, aloft on dark wings

all of my best friends are depressives. de-fucking-pressed. westerberg. davies. cobain. drake. et all. etc. and on and on
and townes van zandt.
that cat could bring you down. so down.
but in the most beautiful way. in fact, scratch that. townes was one upbeat mother fucker. he never pulled the trigger. sure, he drank himself dead, but that's different. he kept trying. he kept on and on and on...
'living is sighing/dying's doing nothing at all'
if i had a nickel i'd find a game/if i had a dollar i'd make it rain/if it rained an ocean i'd drink it dry/lay me down dissatifsfied'
you get it? he's celebrating life!
'ain't no dark til something shines/i'm bound to leave this dark behind'.
and that's right. and so sadly picked. like his brain was far, far away in some dream. a dream of...you know...a woman...somewhere...somewhere...
i put it on once in a while, when i'm feeling blue. and i never feel sad. i may shed a few tears, sher, for sher, but not sad tears. release tears.
and i pity the people who don't. who don't know him. who don't embrace music.
because, isn't it empty without it?
what gives you hope?
what makes you think people are good?
people are beautiful.
some of the greatest people i know are people.
thanks, townes, for the laughs.