Went up to Santa Cruz this afternoon with Bulgarian Pete. Collected race number and had a sniff about. There were already a few tents and a few camper vans and there'll be a few more tomorrow. I even noticed the smell of spliff...
With apologies to the renowned Canadian trail runner Joni Mitchell
I came upon a child of God
He was walking along the road
And I asked him, "Where are you going?"
And this he told me...
I'm going on down to Santa Cruz,
I'm gonna run the Alto Sil.
I'm gonna camp out on the land.
I'm gonna wear my minimalist shoes.
We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the river.
Then can I walk beside you?
I have come here to lose the smog,
And I feel to be a cog in something turning.
Well maybe it is just the time of year,
Or maybe it's the time of man.
I don't know who I am,
But you know life is for learning.
We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the river.
By the time we got to Santa Cruz,
We were half a hundred strong
And Everywhere there was song and celebration.
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky,
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation.
We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden..
Caught in the devil's bargain
And we've got to get ourselves back to the river.
De qué hablo cuando hablo de correr...
