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Lyrics of the Day 2006 Feb 18

I’d like to rest my heavy head tonight
On a bed of California stars
I’d like to lay my weary bones tonight
On a bed of California stars

I’d love to feel
Your hand touching mine
And tell me why
I must keep working on

Yes I’d give my life
To lay my head tonight on a bed
Of California stars

by Wilco Woody Guthrie (thanks Jeff!).

Joe Crawford blogged this at 5:44pm in 2006 in February. The 18th was a Saturday. You are reading this 12 years later. You can make a public comment. There are 6 comments now. Tweet me! Email me! It has no hastags.

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That’s actually Woody Guthrie’s lyrics. But a great, great song, and the very first song I heard when I entered California on my move to San Diego eight years ago.

Darn! Good to know Jeff. Man, Woody Guthrie was something else.

When I moved back to CA in 1995, I was crossing the border, and flipped through the stations and found what I thought I would find — The Eagles’ “Hotel California.”

I like your story better though. 🙂

hey – although the words are by Woody Guthrie, I am not sure if it was ever recorded by him. The whole Woody Guthrie/Billy Bragg/Wilco thang was brought up by Woody’s widow. She found lyrics that didn’t appear to have music attached. So, Billy Bragg & Wilco probably worked on the music for that and other songs.

But, yeah, 2 cool stories.

It’s always strange when what’s on the car stereo matches what’s goin’ on in real life. But then you’d probably say it’s not strange at all. You know how YOU are.

bye!
e

I dunno e, I’m learning to appreciate that kind of serendipity as the hand of God. Like, tiny miracles or something. Particularly when there might be some meaning there that’s special, or a possible lesson to learn.

The other day I dropped Leah off at the train station and was feeling a bit sad about it, and flipping through the stations I heard “Message in a Bottle” by the Police with only about 2 minute gap between them. Felt like a message to me, and I accepted it as such.

oh good – now you won’t make fun of me when i have serendipitous stories.

e

With luck, I’m becoming less of an overbearing jerk. It’s part of my psychospiritual journey right now.

Be love,

jx

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