my generation I hope that I die before I get old, lyrics of a lie, my generation were sold. Who were so sure before they got there, they would not try that cure, they did not want that care. Now we are old and do not have our youth, if I may be so bold, that is not quite the truth.
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I would like to hear them sing it now!
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Some of them are still playing I think!
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They could get together with the Strolling Bones! π
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They are simply amazing for their age. Especially when you consider how much historical abuse they have put their bodies through.
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Yes, good point π
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It’s scary but that’s one reason I campaign about the health service. Because basically we go through life not needing it, and when we finally do use it, and see how poor it is, it’s too late to do anything.
As I’m only in my mid-fifties, I think I should say something.
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You speak up Pete. I’m listening if no bugger else is!
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As with most things, the people who listen are the people who already got the message π
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Correct…unfortunately.
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YOu never know what it’s like until you do it yourself. We are all prisoners of our own heads.
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Captives of our own consciousness!
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when we are young we make bold, declarative statements: anthems of vigor and vision;in age we are more cautious, wary —
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A sombre, but articulate summary! Very true.
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Die young and leave a good looking corpse as I recall. No thanks. I’ll ride it out to the end.
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Hear, hear!
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