Bob Dylan's Dream
It doesn't come from any heartland, no specific order of creation, no boasting of natural selection. It is a song for all, to be seen in a universal light. For we all know how to laugh, no matter how long ago it has been.
"Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least."
And this urge to laugh, to feel life, is at first understood by the lonely as something that has to have a solution created for it. This is not always the case. No need to wait for heroes, especially when all the good ones are long gone. Those that didn't die (and hence became heroes) moved away; they knew there was more danger in the day-to-day life. It's much more worse to eat fast food, get a heartache, cry all nite, clean your room, and pass out, never to wake up. Bullets are less forgiving.
For without some form of love, we all vanish. Even J.D. Salinger likes to eat. There's a bothersome nature to having someone that's just alright. One wants needs. One wants to be wanted. But more so,one wants to want. You turn down those that aren't the best, leaving room for that which is good for you. It won't be long before you open up those windows again. Hints at future references to be fleshed out with much more depth begin to appear. A return to form, back from the future.
Then, there are the collectors. Enjoy it while it lasts. You can't take it with you. That's what the poor people say. They've been saying it since the Nun finished her story and even years before. No one's left in the pear tree, so it's time to focus on the "what-can-you-do-for-me" generation. That's every generation, in case you wonder. No one's left just yet. Besides, who would notice?
The wind seems to have the answers, taking you to and fro, back and forth. The wind is us, the wind is the cap on the boy's head as well as the smile of his teeth, the sweet taste of a returning night, the glimmer of hope and the answer to my next question. But we're left feeling too small, forgeting what the wind told us.
Such is the case, making the rest so unimportant, it a come as you want, leave as you please, fulfill your desires, just don't hurt me or my kids.
Or in other words, it's just a funny, good song and one I've been trying to write for two years now.
Blaine Duncan
"Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least."
And this urge to laugh, to feel life, is at first understood by the lonely as something that has to have a solution created for it. This is not always the case. No need to wait for heroes, especially when all the good ones are long gone. Those that didn't die (and hence became heroes) moved away; they knew there was more danger in the day-to-day life. It's much more worse to eat fast food, get a heartache, cry all nite, clean your room, and pass out, never to wake up. Bullets are less forgiving.
For without some form of love, we all vanish. Even J.D. Salinger likes to eat. There's a bothersome nature to having someone that's just alright. One wants needs. One wants to be wanted. But more so,one wants to want. You turn down those that aren't the best, leaving room for that which is good for you. It won't be long before you open up those windows again. Hints at future references to be fleshed out with much more depth begin to appear. A return to form, back from the future.
Then, there are the collectors. Enjoy it while it lasts. You can't take it with you. That's what the poor people say. They've been saying it since the Nun finished her story and even years before. No one's left in the pear tree, so it's time to focus on the "what-can-you-do-for-me" generation. That's every generation, in case you wonder. No one's left just yet. Besides, who would notice?
The wind seems to have the answers, taking you to and fro, back and forth. The wind is us, the wind is the cap on the boy's head as well as the smile of his teeth, the sweet taste of a returning night, the glimmer of hope and the answer to my next question. But we're left feeling too small, forgeting what the wind told us.
Such is the case, making the rest so unimportant, it a come as you want, leave as you please, fulfill your desires, just don't hurt me or my kids.
Or in other words, it's just a funny, good song and one I've been trying to write for two years now.
Blaine Duncan
posted by Julia D | 12:53 AM
1 Comments:
Why do each of your posts have a different person's name at the bottom? More specifically, I guess, why does this one say Blaine Duncan? I'm asking because I heard Blaine about a year ago and was wondering what he's up to. The shit he played was the best I've heard in this town -and that's really an understatement...apples and oranges- and now I want to hear more.
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