Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Townes Van Zandt
Ribbons of love, please keep me true sane
Until I reach home on the morrow
Never, never to wander again
I'm weak and I'm weary of sorrow
London to Dublin, Australia to Perth
I gazed at your sky, I tasted your earth
Sung out my heart for what it was worth
Never again shall I ramble
There's nowhere left in this world where to go
My arms, my legs, they're a-trembling
Thoughts both clouded and blue as the sky
Not even worth the remembering
Now as I stumble and reel to my bed
All that I've done, all that I've said
Means nothing to me, I'd soon as be dead
All of this world be forgotten
No words of comfort, no words of advice
Nothing to offer a stranger
Gone the love, gone the spite
It just doesn't matter no longer
My sky's getting far, the ground's getting close
My self going crazy, the way that it does
I'll lie on my pillow and sleep if I must
Too late to wish I'd been stronger
Too late to wish I'd been stronger
A Song For was written by Townes Van Zandt.
A Song For was produced by Philip Donnelly.
Song my ass…That’s a suicide note.
Van Zandt, as quoted by his third wife Jeanene, who reported that this was his response to her compliments after finding the lyrics scrawled on a napkins, as quoted in To Live’s To Fly: The Ballad of the Late, Great Townes Van Zandt by John Kruth