Bob Seger's Night Moves and the Rosy Glow of Youth
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I was a little too tall
Couldve used a few pounds
Tight pants points hardly reknown
She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own sitting way up high
Way up firm and high
Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy
Out in the back seat of my 60 chevy
Workin on mysteries without any clues
Workin on our night moves
Tryin to make some front page drive-in news
Workin on our night moves
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime
We werent in love, oh no, far from it
We werent searchin for some pie in the sky summit
We were just young and restless and bored
Livin by the sword
And wed steal away every chance we could
To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods
I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin our share
Workin on our night moves
Tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin on our night moves
And it was summertime
And oh the wonder
We felt the lightning
And we waited on the thunder
Waited on the thunder
I awoke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Aint it funny how the night moves
When you just dont seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
How many of use can remember those teenage years, where we obsessed over how we looked? The girls had those curvy frames, and the boys had rock-hard abs.
How many of us can remember seeing that one perfect girl, the one who caught your eye at a party—or was it was math class?
And how many of us dare to remember those early sexual experiences—the ones that we couldn't forget if we tried?
Those golden days were the summertime of our youth. Life was all about suntans and fast cars hanging out with your friends—everything was young and fresh and so were we.
The summertime of our youth was all about the wonder of things—everything held this new, magical quality to it. Everything was fresh and overflowing with newness.
You didn’t have to be in love with anything other than the moment. Getting “some” was all that mattered. You didn’t have to bother yourself with anything other than a couple of cold beers and the sweetheart of your dreams. Life was all about letting your eyes roll into the back of your head, arching your back, and, for a few moments, tasting heaven, only to flop onto your back, gasping and grinning and marveling at it all.
Twenty years later, we wake up and look back on those early years when life and sex and everything else held so much power and wonder and freshness—and we wonder, where did it go? What happened to it?
Twenty years went by in the blink of an eye. Perhaps we have a nicer car and a larger house, but at what cost? Adulthood demands that we snuff out the rosy-glow of youth. Isn’t it funny how fast summertime fades—and we never saw it coming.
Twenty years later, we now live in the Autumn of our lives. The warm, sensual, rolling nights of summertime are long gone—replaced by gray hair and backaches and the bitter sting of middle age.
Life seems so much different now—now that we no longer live for the moment.
Dalai Lama—To say that humility is an essential ingredient in our pursuit of spiritual transformation may seem to be at odds with what I have said about the need for confidence. But there is clearly a distinction to be made between valid confidence or self-esteem, and conceit - which we can describe as an inflated sense of importance, grounded in a false image of self.
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