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The Monday Morning Memo

The BeagleSword was produce
and the rabbit hole was me
looking at you.
 

These are the original lyrics to Jackson Browne’s Doctor, My Eyes.
In the video version below, he chooses a new perspective at 3:01 to give the song a happier outlook. Right own, Jackson, Right own.

“Doctor, My Eyes”

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying.
Now I want to understand.

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding.
You must help me if you can.

Doctor, my eyes.
Tell me what is wrong.
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long?

‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams.
People go just where they will.
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems.

Doctor, my eyes.
Tell me what you see.
I hear their cries.
Just say if it’s too late for me.

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky.
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry?

These are the new lyrics added at 3:01

I kept my eyes open and tried to see
The point of what went on in front of me.
I kept what moved me, forgot about the rest
And took my young imagination to the acid test.

And it was easy, then, to say what love could do.
It’s so easy when your world is new.

It’s been so hard sometimes to find my way,
I let my pleasure lead my little world astray.
And if I’m truthful I’ll say that I was blind
To everything about this life but what I had in mind.

And it was easy, then, to say where love could go.
It’s so easy when there’s so much you don’t know.

About my imagination, it got me through somehow.
Without my imagination, I wouldn’t be here now.

And it was easy, then, when love was guaranteed.
It’s so easy when love is all you need.

About my imagination,
I’m making this investigation
Into my imagination.
According to my computations
We’re overdue for a transformation.
Or is it my imagination?

I keep my eyes open and try to see
This life in terms of possibility.
With so much changing, and changing for the worse,
You got to keep your head up, Baby,
From the cradle to the hearse.

And it was easy, then, to say where love could go.
It’s so easy when love is all you know.

About my imagination;
I’m getting ready for the celebration.
I’m bringing my imagination,
Taking charge of my elevation.
No fear, no trepidation.
Register my affirmation.
No doubt, no hesitation.
People get ready for the embarkation.

About my imagination;
Calling out across the nation.
It’s time for some kind of re-dedication.
Not talking ’bout just my generation,
I’m sending out this invocation.
I keep getting these excitations,
More light, more love,
More truth, and more innovation.

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“The wind arose as they walked, and drove the fog across the pale moon like a thin wash of gray watercolor. The moving fog gave shifting form to the forest, so that every tree crept stealthily along and the bushes moved soundlessly, like great dark cats. The tree-tops in the wind talked huskily, told fortunes and foretold deaths. Pilon knew it was not good to listen to the talking of the trees. No good ever came of knowing the future; and besides, this whispering was unholy.”

- From Chapter VIII of Tortilla Flat, by John Steinbeck (1935)

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