Category Archives: Growing old

“I feel a kind of pulling from the area where I remember things as a kid…”

In some fantasy world, I think, “Okay, I can go back [to Omemee].” But I really couldn’t. It’s not possible. […] It’s funny, maybe because I’m getting older, I feel a kind of pulling from the area where I remember things as a kid. It’s an innaresting sensation.

Neil Young in an interview with Jimmy McDonough; specific date unknown

Reference: McDonough, J. (2002). Shakey: Neil Young’s Biography. UK: Vintage Press. “Mr. Blue and Mr. Red”, p.44.

See also: “I really don’t have a yearning to return to Canada…” ; “Omemee’s a nice little town…”

Old Man

Lullabies, look in your eyes; run around the same old town. Does it mean that much to me to mean that much to you?

Old Man

I’ve been first and last: look at how the time goes past.

Old Man

Old man, look at my life: twenty-four and there’s so much more. Live alone in a paradise, that makes me think of two.

Old Man

Old man, take a look at my life: I’m a lot like you; I need someone to love me the whole day through. Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true.

Heart of Gold

I want to live, I want to give: I’ve been a miner for a heart of gold.
It’s these expressions I never give that keep me searching for a heart of gold;
And I’m getting old.

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I’ve been in my mind, [and] it’s such a fine line that keeps me searching for a heart of gold.

Here We Are In The Years

The spreading fear of growing old contains a thousand foolish games that we play.