08-07-2023, 04:47 PM
Josh, I don't know the song you posted but it made me think of this one.
Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
They took all the trees put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar an' a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
Hey farmer, farmer put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
When I was a kid we used to play pickup baseball in the vacant lot next door to my grandparents' house. There were grasshoppers in the parts that hadn't been worn down to dirt by us kids. We would flush grasshoppers like they were quail and then note where they landed. It was hard to sneak up on them and catch them by hand so we went to using willow switches to slap and stun them. Wish I had that eye-hand coordination and reaction time now. Don't it seem to go... We had our ranking system; the most prized were the black ones with red underwings that made a clicking sound as they flew. I don't think many of those made it on a hook down at the creek, but I became a huge fan of fishing with hoppers anywhere I could catch them. Right now our horse pasture is teeming with them. Maybe Lucy, who is six, and I will go catch a bunch and go fishing.
Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
They took all the trees put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar an' a half just to see 'em
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
Hey farmer, farmer put away that DDT now
Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees
Please
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
When I was a kid we used to play pickup baseball in the vacant lot next door to my grandparents' house. There were grasshoppers in the parts that hadn't been worn down to dirt by us kids. We would flush grasshoppers like they were quail and then note where they landed. It was hard to sneak up on them and catch them by hand so we went to using willow switches to slap and stun them. Wish I had that eye-hand coordination and reaction time now. Don't it seem to go... We had our ranking system; the most prized were the black ones with red underwings that made a clicking sound as they flew. I don't think many of those made it on a hook down at the creek, but I became a huge fan of fishing with hoppers anywhere I could catch them. Right now our horse pasture is teeming with them. Maybe Lucy, who is six, and I will go catch a bunch and go fishing.
The older I get the more I would rather be considered a good man than a good fisherman.