I’m on a Neil Young kick lately (this happens from time to time, probably a product of listening to tapes of him as a kid and thinking “I like this, but I don’t really get this,” and now I finally feel like I get it).
“Walk On” was one of the first songs I really connected with. By this time I was college-ish aged and it was on a ripped CD. The song still hits me in all sorts of ways. Bittersweet and soulful. Plus, think deep on that album cover when you get a chance (1).
I hear some people been talking me down
Bring up my name, pass it around,
They don’t mention the happy times
They do their thing
I’ll do mine
Ooh baby, that’s hard to change
I can’t tell them how to feel
Some get stoned
Some get strange
But sooner or later, it all gets real
Walk on
