Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

I Got Soul But I’m Not A Soldier

Singalong to this post with “All These Things I’ve Done”….

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Every weekend, I return home from abroad and try to squeeze all the time I’ve lost into a Saturday and Sunday.

Wash the car, do my taxes, bring my parents to the doctors, take my parents out to dinner, check on the house renovations, force my grandfather to go back on his meds, read a bed-time tale to my niece, fix the internet connection and other countless things that should have been done but I’m just never around.

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The gold-hearted boy I used to be

There’s just no more time or room left to be me. My sense of identity, the stuff that makes me, me is simply fading into the background.

Is this what it means to be an adult - to be anybody to everybody else, but never yourself anymore?

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the back burner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Sometimes I feel like running away. A return to the land of Epiphone Gibson guitars, all night long Friday weekend jams, DVD marathons and all manner of irresponsible bachelor stuff.

All I know is something has got to change. It must.

Gee…. Am I thinking “OMFG! Cowboy is frickin emo biatch!” or is it just me who had lost his soul eons ago?

“A return to the land of Epiphone Gibson guitars, all night long Friday weekend jams, DVD marathons and all manner of irresponsible bachelor stuff.”

Damn.. must you list out wat i have been doing every weekend…

One day when you getting older and looking back, you will find your life full of fun, excitement, surround with professional with all these little time lost with your family is really not a bit deal. It’s more about your success as a host. Your family feels proud of you.

You want to join the emo club?

Feelin’ you man, feelin’ you.

All wrung out and left to dry. All because of one word.

Commitment.

V: You don’t know Cowboy. He is, deep down, first and foremost a son, a husband and then a corporate slave.

This is precisely what his post is about, he doesn’t want to look back at his life and only remember himself slaving away at some remote hotel somewhere, while being away from his family.

you really like to whine don’t you

I sing You sing:

I never knew, I never knew
So take your suitcase, cause I don’t mind
And baby doll, I meant it ever time
You don’t need to compromise
I’m dreaming bout those dreamy eyes
I never knew, I never knew
But it’s alright…

*Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright

*repeat until pass out

life.