Monday, January 19, 2009

Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues Again by Bob Dylan


Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Friday, January 16, 2009

far away the lone bird cries out a song of contentment

Reflection halt the subtle dew
mindless dots crowd the sunlight
hear the trumpet call you holy
fill your puddle full of tears
behind the stars there is a home
grow old with the possibility of pain
vines grow over my grave
carry on my love
this world has no more for me
my wings have become cramped and withered
Ludwig, he's living fancy
don't worry about the journey
Stalin won't hurt you
bizarre numbers crawl down the hickory fence
i see a rabbit selling lemonade
strange modern uncertainty
howling new age ideals
down goes the honorable man
intense fortress of the archetype king
blow me away oh lord
whisper peace unto my deafen ear
miles away the bullfrog sings
the motherland holds no sway
flee the right
flee the left
tell the board it's time to leave

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

sing a song
restful blind man speak
weave a tapestry on my cloud
block the rain drops with the holy snow flakes
mining for coal is sorrow in a dress
what will tumbling stones bring us
i see the rabbi dancing like an idiot
in the alley colors entice the young
tigers tore down the fence last night
mother goose is a liar
the stony sea claims peace from above
understand the bones and teeth
wisdom is a caterpillar
i seek a lamp

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Take off your mask
I want to burn it

the cry

silent edge of the blade
jealousy is your new muse
brother, slash my heart
sister, burn me down

what did i do?

...i found happiness

...i will not put it back

Thursday, September 18, 2008

sacrifice of a young brave

distorted clouds move delicately around the thunder
the tribe moves the hearts towards the wind
trails of famine
trails of glory
surrender your life
great spirit builds you a house in the sea
great flame
loud drum
sharp knife
blood puddles on the dirt around the hut
curses lifted
souls at peace

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

a bird nests in the corner of parliament
swirling rumors and cigar smoke
don't talk to me about politics
i won't understand
the gypsy spirit dances down the stairs
the dreamer paints his soul in the middle of the street
it's a goldfish
the cry for reform falls on the deaf and retarded
truth's book gathers dust on the shelf
mobs gather at the gates of the billionaire screaming for a cure
he just drinks another scotch
love is
love can
love won't
the traitor stands trial
the jury is foolish
punishment stands at the back of room eating a lollipop
i'm outside loading my gun
wonder fills the sky tonight
the stars glow then burn out
goats and elephants call for mercy
the troubadour eats dinner with Edgar Allen Poe
i write sad songs when i'm happy
when i'm tired i drive
the rose bush wilts outside her window
prophets write books on the matter
sail boats sink
and milk spills
holy was
holy can't
holy will
the professor is confused
he punched me in the eye
the medicine man brews me a drink
it flips my mind
wilbur harvests the corn
mrs. black sells the dope
one hundred orphaned children
62 poems about hope
protests from God's Church scares my mother
apathy grabs my father by the hand
mathematicians solve the issue
we refuse to listen
stuck in anger and hate
jolly good way to be
salvation can
salvation is
salvation will