Everybody wants to be a cat
because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at
Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'cause everything else is obsolete

As easy as rolling off a log 
I found it easy, baby 
To fall in love with you 
It was as easy as rolling cigarettes 
If that ain't easy 
Maybe there's simpler things to do

 One flight down
 There's a song on low
 And your mind just picked up on the sound
 Now you know that you're wrong 

Coldplay lead singer Chris Martin wrote "The Scientist" after listening to George Harrison's All Things Must Pass. In an interview with Rolling Stone, Martin revealed that while working on the band's second album, A Rush of Blood to the Head, he knew that the album was missing something. One night, during a stay in Liverpool, Martin found an old piano that was out of tune. He wanted to work on Harrison's song, "Isn't It a Pity", but he could not manage to do so. When the song came to Martin, he asked that the recorder be turned on. He concluded by saying that he came across this chord sequence and noted that the chord was "lovely". Martin recorded the vocals and piano takes in a studio in Liverpool.

In 2011, Willie Nelson covered the song for a Chipotle Mexican Grill-sponsored short film titled Back to the Start, highlighting the problems of concentrated animal feeding operations. It also appears as the final track on his 2012 album Heroes. 

Source: Wikipedia

People will tell you where they've gone
They'll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm

Cup of Gold was a strange book. At its heart, it concerns the doomed nature of the solitary hero—a man who gets everything he wants, but to the same end as any other man. All but ignored among Steinbeck’s books a century later, it was nonetheless the one that prefigured the arc of his own life. In his longing for success, Steinbeck could never shake the feeling that time was running out on him. He could stop time in a book, but not for his own account. Steinbeck was, for all his hard work and discipline and earnest desire, merely mortal. Like anybody else.