Peace of Mind

Neil Young

 You know it takes
 a long, long time
 You know it takes
 a long, long time
 You love her so
 and still you know
 That you will never
 want to let her go
 Unless you leave her first
 Then you come out on top
 But, still
 there's just one thing
 You haven't got.

 Peace of mind
 Like when you treated her kind
 It's hard to face
 that open space.

 You know it takes
 a long, long time
 You know it takes

 a long, long time
 When first you gave
 and shared your soul
 Showed her all those things
 that take their toll
 She knows your weak spot
 But, she still gets you hot
 So you do it again
 Reveal what lies within.

 And go for peace of mind
 Like when you treated her kind
 It's hard to face
 that open space.

 You're lookin' for
 peace of mind
 Anywhere you can find
 Still searchin' for
 peace of mind.

 You know it takes
 a long, long time
 You know it takes
 a long, long time.

Commentary

Okay - so Zenobia Driver has inspired me to send this in - a Neil Young piece that I absolutely loved as a young man. I guess there are poems and songs that move us at a particular place and time in our lives, and the gift of memory is to achieve that recall when you hear that song again and be transported back in time. Its what makes life beautiful, I guess.

Anyway this song is my favourite. I have very fond memories of hanging out in the sitout in a flat on the 10th floor overlooking the Bangalore Race Course on a typically chilly morning or late at night, listening to this one. All of us were 20-something, discovering life, learning to love, and discovering the heartbreak of unrequited love. Even now I give it a listen every now and then to recapture those magic moments when one was young and full of hope.

Peace of mind is the first thing that goes when you learn to love, and in the process of getting into and out of relationships, this state of affairs continues. Given the sturm und drang of our young lives at that time, the resonance of love, letting go, sharing your soul, and peace of mind all combine to create a magic symphony of sounds and words - and most of all - meaning!

BR


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #1479 ยท 15 March 2004

Guest poem submitted by Ravi Rajagopalan

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