High, low and in between, same as you
Hills of golden, hails of poison
Time's thrown me through
That turning 'round is to become confusion
And the gold's no good for spending
And the poison's hungry waiting
When you're flying lightning fast and all alone?
Only a trace, my friend
Spirit of motion born and direction grown
And your journey will be
And if a shadow don't seem much company
But who said it would be?
And the home-made lovin' kind, the highway's mine
And us ramblers will get the travelin' done
You fathers build with stones that stand and shine
And you can't take too much with you
But daddy, don't you listen
It's just this highway talkin'
Are brothers in the soil and in the sky
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes
I don't know why we can't be brothers here,
I know we should be
Answers don't seem easy
and I'm wondering if they could be
The Texan singer-songwriter Townes Van Zandt, who died in 1997 aged just 52 after a long struggle with mental illness and addiction, is considered by many to be one of the finest contemporary Aamerican songwriters.
Townes Van Zandt is revered and admired by musicians and musical aficionados alike as one of the most evocative lyricists in contemporary music.
Van Zandt wrote songs of immense beauty, sadness, alienation and despair and pathos, many of which draw from his conscious and unconscious experience and from historical and personal events.
There is a timeless, poetic and deeply philosophical quality to his lyrics which stand as poetry first, then as music. For Van Zandt it was essential that songs work as poetry first and he worked tirelessly to craft his song lyrics.
The song High, low and in-between was the final track on his early 70's album of the same name.