75 and Sunny, 83 and a Few Clouds, 90 and Hazy

I came across this song -- 75 and Sunny -- on a friend's Facebook page and liked it. While it's 83 for me, not 75, it's still mostly sunny, comfortable, and enjoyable. But that almost certainly will decline at 90 and deteriorate seriously at 100.

I wasn't able to catch all the words in Montbleau's rendition, so I looked on Google and  found the lyrics below. The description of the climate in the 20's and 30's sounds familiar to this recovering alcoholic. Recovery certainly is one of the things that  makes it sunny at 75 (or 83).



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75 and Sunny

I had a bad night
i mean not so bad i thought i was king of the world
and i drank till daylight
i mean i never stopped once til my hands finally fell
and i fought my daytime self
with a mighty dose of hey look at the night time me
i never do win that battle
but i fight it over and over and over and over it seems

and i saw an old man
smilin' on a park bench feedin' the pigeon's
my head was spinnin'
as my young body ached i wished for an old man's vision
and i watched the way he moved
so slow, serene, and lucky to be alive
and i thought to myself i'm never gonna make it that far
too many nights like last night

I'd rather be 75 and sunny
and acting like I'm 17 and freezing again
I'd rather be up early in the morning
than up late at night again erasin' memory's of where I've been
or to be through at 52 someday stone faced and leery eyed
you better believe i'm lookin for the moment
but my moment's growin' bigger by and by

and i've got a best friend
she dont drink or smoke like I've been known too
shes got a religion
shes a one women dynamo and shinin' light in every room she goes too
she says the light thats there wont go nowhere noway
she dont spend every second smilin'
but she's learnin' something exciting everyday

she'd rather be 75 and sunny
than 29 with a chance of showers all the time
she'd rather be old as dirt and new as any 9 dollar bottle of wine
or to be through at 35 momma stoned with her back to the win
you better believe she's looking for the moment
but her moment is the hold damn thing

i see these spin kids
double wide eye'd and rollin' and rollin' and tumblin'
there rollin' in inches
taken the high dive approach and screamin' towards the water
there hearts race a million miles
as they buy another smile from a jar
there bodies are screamin' for the water
you know i just hope they make it that far

i hope they're 75 and sunny
not 29 with a chance flurries all the time
i hope we're all old as dirt
and not new as any 25 dollar ride that we can try
or to be through 35 momma stnned with our backs to the wind
you better believe i'm lookin for the moment
but my moment sums up the hole damn thing

and i say I'd rather be 75
oh how nice, how easy for me to say
I've never broken a bone in my life
let alone had my heart or a hip replaced
and i keep this furious pace
and i still feel so good and strong
and i do get tempted for a taste, just a taste
to keep me going, going,going, going, gone

But I got a notion
that everything I've learned will come around
in my devotion to the new thing
and the next thing and the hip thing is slowin' down
and i got a life in here wont go nowhere noway
and i don't spend every second smilin'
and i ain't tryin' but I'm excited for today

cause I'd rather be 75 and sunny
than 29 with a chance of showers all the time
I'd rather be older than the wind
then this years new kid runnin' for my life
or to be through at 52 someday, stoned faced and leery eyed
you better believe i'm lookin for the moment but my moment
you better believe i'm lookin for the moment but my moment
you better believe i'm lookin for the moment
but my moments growin' bigger by and by by and by///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////