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“I can identify with other people and situations, but I tend not to. I would rather recall things from my own life, and I don’t have to force myself. . . . Just being in certain environments triggers a response in my brain, a certain feeling I want to articulate. For some reason, I am attracted to self-destruction. I know that personal sacrifice has a great deal to do with how we live or don’t live our lives.”
― Bob Dylan
And if you don’t underestimate me, I won’t underestimate you.
When are you gonna wake up and strengthened the things that remain
Sweet Goddess, born of a blinding light and a changing wind, don’t be modest – you know who you are and where you’ve been
All the merry little elves can go hang themselves
My faith is as cold as can be
I’m stacked high to the roof, and I’m not without proof
If you don’t believe me, come see.
You think i’m blue I think so too
In my words you’ll find no guile
The game’s gotten old The deck’s gone cold
And i’m gonna have to put you down for a while
The game’s gotten old The deck’s gone cold
I’m gonna have to put you down for a while
-Bob Dylan, “Huck’s Tune
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
abe said where d’you want this killin done / God said out on highway 61
There’s a black Mercedes rollin’ through the combat zone
Your servants are half dead; you’re down to the bone
Tell me, tall man, where would you like to be overthrown
Maybe down in Jerusalem or Argentina?
Passion rules the arrow that flies
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself ‘neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum
People are going to say, ‘Well, it’s not very truthful.’ But a songwriter doesn’t care about what’s truthful. What he cares about is what should’ve happened, what could’ve happened. That’s its own kind of truth. It’s like people who read Shakespeare plays, but they never see a Shakespeare play. I think they just use his name
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