I Get Lost in My Mind

“Lost In My Mind”

Put your dreams away for now
I won’t see you for some time
I am lost in my mind
I get lost in my mind

Momma once told me
You’re already home where you feel loved
I am lost in my mind
I get lost in my mind

Oh my brother
Your wisdom is older than me
Oh my brother
Don’t you worry ’bout me

Don’t you worry
Don’t you worry, don’t worry about me

How’s that bricklayin’ comin’?
How’s your engine runnin’?
Is that bridge gettin’ built?
Are your hands gettin’ filled?
Won’t you tell me, my brother?

‘Cause there are stars
Up above

We can start
Moving forward

How’s that bricklayin’ comin’?
How’s your engine runnin’?
Is that bridge gettin’ built?
Are your hands gettin’ filled?
Won’t you tell me, my brother?

‘Cause there are stars
Up above

We can start
Moving forward

Lost in my mind
Lost in my mind
Oh I get lost in my mind
Lost, I get lost

I get lost in my mind
Lost in my mind
Yes I get lost in my mind,
Lost, I get lost
I get lost

Oh I get lost

Oh I get…

Of course you knew this already if you drop by very often.

I just looked back at my monthly blog entries and realized I’ve been lost in my mind trying to make sense of books I’ve read recently that I’ve only been posting intermittently, despite feeling that it’s the most intellectually alive I’ve been in quite awhile.

Andrew’s recent post on how his daughter led him to discover new artists reminded me that I had started to write about this song but had never finished, leaving it on the desktop to be finished some day soon. I discovered the song when I saw Silver Linings Playbook, a favorite movie of the last year. Naturally when I discovered that the group had started in Seattle I had to buy the album, and they’ve been accompanying Solitaire since.

I’m more apt to purchase artists from the past than I am contemporary artists. Even when I buy a new album, it’s usually by someone like Van Morrison or Mark Knopfler or old artists like John Prine that I had never heard of until Mike sent me a song. And since I invariably listen to my iPhone when on the road, I’m not exposed to new singers or groups like I used to be when my car radio was always tuned to KINK.

When Lael wanted to me to put songs on the iPod I gave her, I didn’t know, much less own, a single artist she requested. Talk about generation gap. That said, I’m sure there are hundreds if not thousands of artists I would enjoy if I actually knew of them.

I’d be tempted to ask you who are some new singers worth listening to, but I suspect most of the people that comment are listening to the same music from the past that I am.