I was tempted by Music for Healing but still engaged in my own…healing, investigations, whatever. That led to…musing.

The vocal track is dry and clean except for a few creaks and rustles, with silent intervals deleted. My apologies for the headphone bleed: it is faint but noticeable as a sort of metallic ring, usually at the end of a stanza. It can be trimmed or gated pretty easily.

Lyrics are as usual available under the same terms as the tune.
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[I’ve] been thinking about my misspent youth.
I never really had one…that’s my mother’s own truth.
Didn’t run wild getting’ high and gettin’ laid…
sowed no wild oats, never failed to make the grade…
and now it’s gone, it’s gone forever:
my misspent youth. My misspent youth!

I’m dreaming about my misspent youth.
The street fights I avoided. This busted tooth?
I was hit right square in the face…by a swimming pool.
Came up all gasping for breath, looking like a fool.
That was all so long ago, it seems forever:
my misspent youth. My misspent youth!

So I’m throwing my youth a wake, invited all my friends.
Didn’t RSVP myself, and now I can’t attend.
‘cause something came up at the very last minute…
I didn’t catch on ‘til I was neck deep in it…
and now I’m going to miss that, too.
My misspent youth! I miss it so….