In Antarctica

For those of you who are just joining us, I’ve been in Antarctica since Oct. 12, 2009.

To Live is To Fly
Townes van Zandt

Won’t say I love you babe
Won’t say I need you babe
But I’m gonna get you babe
and I will not do you wrong.

Livin’s mostly wastin’ time
and I’ll waste my share of mine.
But it never feels too good
so let’s don’t take too long.

Well you’re as soft as glass
and I’m a gentle man;
and we got the sky to talk about
and the world to lie upon.

Days up and down they come
like rain on a conga drum.
Forget most, remember some
but don’t turn none away.

Everything is not enough
and nothing is too much to bear.
Where you’ve been is good as gone
all you keep is the gettin’ there.

Well to live’s to fly
on low and high.
So shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.

It’s goodbye to all my friends.
It’s time to go again.
But think of all the poetry
and the pickin’ down the line.

I’ll miss the system here;
the bottom’s low and the treble’s clear.
But it don’t pay to think too much
on things you leave behind.

Well I may be gone,
but it won’t be long.
I’ll be a brinin’ back the melody
and the rhythm that I find.

We all got holes to fill,
and them holes are all that’s real.
And some fall on you like a storm;
sometimes you dig your own.

The choice is yours to make
and time is yours to take.
Some dive into the sea,
some toil upon the stone.

Well to live’s to fly
on low and high.
So shake the dust off of your wings
and the sleep out of your eyes.

Well shake the dust off of your wings
and the tears out of your eyes.

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I’m flying.

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