Nobody Gives A Damn Anyway

Who remembers Jim Croce?

I’ve never forgotten.

Jim died when I was thirteen, but I remember the day and where I was when we heard the news….8th grade library period, the morning of Friday September 21, 1973.  I was an “A-V Geek”…you know, the kids that used to set up the movie projectors and other, low-voltage electronics equipment in schools back in those days….it was a very un-cool thing to do, but I have always been un-cool. Sometimes, I was so un-cool, that I was actually cool.  Go figure.

It was during those years that I found myself  being drawn to music.  Having started taking guitar lessons at age 9, I had a long way to go (still do today), but I was starting to get the connection between expressing yourself somehow and understanding that if you can play an instrument,  you always have a friend… even if it seems that no one likes you.  There have been times in my life that it seemed that a guitar was my only friend, although it was probably just an illusion.

Funny thing about me and Croce was that it was his “B” songs that I have enjoyed the most, not his hits.  (Except for Operator & I Got A Name).

I am often amazed how little things can mean so much to people and how the simplest reminder can make someone go out and do this.

Well, one of those obscure, “”B” side songs that I would like to share with you this morning may strike a chord (pun intended) as you look back over your life. It is so obscure that I could not even find a live version of this to watch, so you have to just listen for 3:45.

Of course, you could also follow along with the lyrics, provided free of charge.

Have a great day everyone……

 

 Age By Jim Croce
I’ve been up and down and ’round and ’round and back again,
Been so many places I can’t remember where or when.
And my only boss was the clock on the wall
And my only friend never really was a friend at all.
I’ve traded love for pennies; sold my soul for less.
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
And I’ve turned inside out and ’round about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again.
Once I had myself a million, now I’ve only got a dime.
Difference don’t seem quite as bad today.
With a nickel or a million I was searchin’ all the time
For something that I never lost or left behind.
I’ve traded love for pennies; sold my soul for less.
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
And I’ve turned inside out and ’round about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again.
And now I’m in my second circle and I’m headed for the top;
I learned a lot of things along the way.
I’ll be careful while I’m climbin’, ’cause it hurts a lot to drop.
Nobody gives a damn anyway.
I’ve traded love for pennies; sold my soul for less.
Lost my ideals in that long tunnel of time.
And I’ve turned inside out and ’round about and back and then
Found myself right back where I started again.
Songwriters: Croce, James / Croce, Ingrid
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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7 Responses to Nobody Gives A Damn Anyway

  1. lulu says:

    I remember not whrn he died but his music and his big mustache.

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  2. Thank you for bringing me back here to this, and you today. I feel this. I get this. And I love Jim Croce. My brothers and sisters listened to him with my dad. I remember him dying. And I remember being sad, as young as I was, I remember feeling so sad and feeling loss. And for the song…..thank you.

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  3. Jetboy says:

    He was way cool, like you SC Ray. An incredible talent… I remember hating that his plane went down in Louisiana, just how a kid would think back then. Thanks for this one! Jb

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  4. lexiesnana says:

    I stumbled across this and it conjured up some great and sad memories for me. Thank you.

    Like

  5. I loved Jim Croce and remember well the day he died. I still play his music from time to time, and never fail to feel better after listening. He was a wonderful talent!

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  6. Why did I know you were going to respond with something like that? I did.

    Like

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