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I Taught Myself How to Grow Old Lyrics
Poor little rose, beaten by the rain
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
'Specially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's broke
I taught myself how to grow old
Most of the time I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
So I was crooked on the outside
I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
I taught myself how to grow old
In the wind in the gale, thunder and the hail
Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane
Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel
'Specially now it added up through the years
And I, I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's broke
I taught myself how to grow old
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way
I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired
My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
So I was crooked on the outside
I taught myself how to grow
Without any love and there was poison in the rain
I taught myself how to grow
'Til I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
Crooked on the outside, inside's caved
I taught myself how to grow old
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I really never got into Neil Young personally, but this song really speaks to me. Best off of Easy Tiger, easily.
The "most of the time I've got nothing to say" verse is the most poignant, yes, but the whole rose metaphor really strikes another chord equally strong, equally perverse (right back to cold roses), in me...
The harmonica is what really makes this song. I guess it affects you more when you hit 29 and no one is lying beside you in your new twin-sized bed.
fuck, I know what you mean. I recently sold my king-sized bed because it was too depressing to be in it alone, but somehow twin-sized is worse. I'm 29 too. lol
fuck, I know what you mean. I recently sold my king-sized bed because it was too depressing to be in it alone, but somehow twin-sized is worse. I'm 29 too. lol
i'm not the biggest RA fan....but this song is one of the most beautiful things i've ever heard. Very reminiscent of Neil Young.
jese...they dont even have this song on I-Tunes
jese...they dont even have this song on I-Tunes
Not only does this sound like Neil Young....it's like it was written about him.
FYI it's not on iTunes b/c it doesn't get released until 6-26. Great introspective tune...RA and the Cardinals have a thing for roses...
FYI it's not on iTunes b/c it doesn't get released until 6-26. Great introspective tune...RA and the Cardinals have a thing for roses...
Oh man, i've listened to the entire album today except this track 'cause I had to leave. It's midnight now, perfect time for quiet songs (last tracks tend to be quiet:).
Anyway, amazing, touching, I love Ryan's writing (can identify with most of the lyrics), love his voice, one of the best kept secrets in music (although he keeps releasing albums every year).
I think the lyrics pretty much explain itself.
This is so self pitying but it's Ryan and I wanna give the guy a hug. Beautiful song. Loving Maxie's post about Neil Young, crooked on the outside and all lol
Most of the time I got nothing to say When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway I know I'm probably better off this way I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired My eyes grow heavy and I fade away
Sums it up for me...