This Neil Young song always gets me nostalgic. It reminds me of all the "good times we had". School days, playing cricket on the streets, sipping the 50 paise pepsi cola, bunking college and sitting at Mhatre’s, playing guitar in the hostel, playing badminton with Tanmay, Joshi sir and Vijay, discussing "philosophical things" with Aniket, Girish and Khadji, Syntel days, ride home with Ned on his bike, those frustration release talks with Priya in the rick home, my friends in Seattle – who i miss a lot. I really wish i can sit back and write a long letter to all you good friends i’ve known.
Anyways – here’s the song:
One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
And I’m gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together.
Though so apart we’ve grown.
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
And I’m gonna try
And thank them all
for the good times together.
Though so apart we’ve grown.
One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
And I’m gonna thank,
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock ‘n’ roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
That old country fiddler
And all those rough boys
Who play that rock ‘n’ roll
I never tried to burn any bridges
Though I know I let some good things go.
One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
From down in L.A.
All the way to Nashville,
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
All the way to Nashville,
From New York City
To my Canadian prairie home
My friends are scattered
Like leaves from an old maple.
Some are weak, some are strong.
One of these days,
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
I’m gonna sit down
and write a long letter
To all the good friends I’ve known
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
One of these days,
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
one of these days,
one of these days,
And it won’t be long, it won’t be long.
Neil Young – One of these days – Harvest Moon.
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Wow…I did\’nt know that behind all that rock and roll you have a sensitive side 🙂 Way to go !!
Keep blogging.