Bob Dylan 11/19/95 Frank Sinatra 80th Birthday Tribute
a false clock tries to tick out my time to disgrace distract and bother me and the dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust of rumors covers me but if the arrow is straight and the point is slick it can pierce through dust no matter how thick so i'll make my stand and remain as i am and bid farewell and not give a damn --bob dylan (from "restless farewell ")
when i left my home and my family i was no more than a boy in the company of strangers in the quiet of the railway station running scared laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go looking for the places only they would know
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golen apples of the sun.
she comes back to tell me she's gone as if i didn't know that as if i didn't know my own bed as if i'd never noticed the way she brushes her hair off of her forehead
They lie about marijuana. They tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the fucking effort. There is a difference. --Bill Hicks
people tell me it's a sin to know and feel too much within i still believe she was my twin but i lost the ring she was born in spring but i was born too late blame it on a simple twist of fate
he said it's dark in here can't see the sky but i look at this blue wing and i close my eyes then i fly away beyond these walls up above the clouds where the rain don't fall on a poor man's dream --tom russell