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Age: 37
Sign: Sagittarius

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State: Texas

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Tuesday, June 19, 2007 

Current mood:  nostalgic
Category: Music

My boss just brought me a CD that his daughter handed out as a wedding favor that contained 19 of the couple's favorite tracks. I wasn't in a rush to listen to it since I figured it would be full of mushy love crap. I was pleasantly surprised. The disk had 2 tracks from the Decemberists and Simon & Garfunkel, there was Sublime, Maroon 5, the Everly Brothers, OK Go, Elton John, Johnny Cash, The Postal Service, The Kinks, A Jim Gaffigan comedy interlude and even a song from the RENT soundtrack.

There were also 3 Bob Dylan tunes and that's what I want to share right now. I had not heard this song in a long time and it's so great it made me cry just now. Here are the lyrics, but go and listen to this tune again. Dylan in his prime was amazing. (I know he's still great, but this was 1963 angry poet Dylan not 2006 Victoria's Secret creepy cowboy Dylan) 

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Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

 

 

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Strong
David Roland Strong

 
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
 
Posted by Strong on Tuesday, June 19, 2007 - 1:24 AM
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Mimi Youyou

 
I was thinking that was a cool CD until you got to the Rent part and then I thought it was a TOTALLY cool CD. I'm a full-on Rent nut when it comes to the music (I've only seen the play once though). I've listened to my Rent CDs a billion times and my husband even got me the Rent karaoke CD (if only we still lived in the same city... I would be begging you to harmonize with me). Tommy, who I was sure would bond with me on Rent, practically hated it at first with the exception of one song & now he has warmed up to it a bit more. Again, I am gayer than Tommy.

By the way, I just now saw your pics that said "For Mimi" and I wasn't sure if you meant for me or for a different Mimi and I was afraid to comment because I thought if they were for another Mimi I would feel like a big dummy.

I love Jim Gaffigan, by the way.

Bob Dylan... I have never given him the listening time that he deserves and will have to do so some day. So, I can't comment on Dylan yet. Except... in a very pathetic way... which is this: Just the other day I was thinking about trends in names and how the name "Dylan" was popular for little baby boys in the late 80's or early 90's due to the Dylan character on Beverly Hills 90210. I was thinking "Did the people at 90210 choose that name trying to imply that the Dylan character had hip parents who listened to Bob Dylan? Is that what they wanted us to believe? and how does Bob Dylan feel about this???" Your tribute of a blog to Bob Dylan was great, by the way. I'm sorry I got it all dirty by bringing Beverly Hills 90210 up.
 
Posted by Mimi Youyou on Tuesday, July 17, 2007 - 5:14 AM
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~*Ashelena*~

 
Going to ACL?
 
Posted by ~*Ashelena*~ on Friday, August 31, 2007 - 3:34 PM
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