I love David Crosby. Regardless of band or album, I was raised on his music. His quiet, natural philosophies were taught in the way The Bible or the words of Ghandi would be in many households.
Whether I was a little girl exporing the redwoods in the truck we lived in, or climbing rocks in Joshua Tree, or going over Shasta or on endless bridges over Louisiana Bayous, his voice was always there with me.
You, who are on the road
You must have a code that you can live by
And so, become yourself
Because the past is just a good bye.
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Where are you going now, my love?
Where will you be tomorrow?
Will you bring me happiness?
Will you bring me sorrow?
The question of a thousand dreams-
What you do and what you see.
Lover, can you talk to me?
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I heard his voice in every home I visited, for every relative. Even the ranchers of The Greatest Generation were playing his tender lyrics.
He will be missed.