Acquainted With the Night - Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain --and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

-Robert Frost

not a mystery

I'm convinced our parents didn't teach us enough about Bob Dylan. Having just watched an interview of him, some stuff just wants to spill out. It's not that he was such a prophet and just because I wish I'd known more about him earlier in life doesn't mean I elevate him to a god like height. What he was, hopefully he's stated somewhere, he just said what people already felt. He just shared their interests but offered them back in such a way that the people's own passions and turmoils could stare them in the face in a way that only he knew how to do. His attitude, his facetiousness, rebellion and sensitivity weren't something new. They were just rolled into one person.... Maybe more to come later, maybe not. Sorry for the sloppy mess, I'm too tired.

Used to Get High - John Butler

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeEmuUu6zHg


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Will you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses...

Lyrics are the poetry that tend to draw me in most. Certainly, there are definitive poems that I hold to be exquisite, but for the most part, melodies and harmonies are the garments and jewels on the beautiful frame that beg me back again and again.


It's All Coming Back to Me Now (6:03)


To Ramona - Bob Dylan (5:32)

There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...."

- Lord Byron

Series of Dreams - Bob Dylan

I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn't thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.


Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes.
Wasn't making any great connections,
Wasn't falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.


Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.
In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn't looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.


Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.
I'd already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.

-Bob Dylan

Endnote:

I also like the feel of taking the last word from each line and stringing them together... stark and striking as opposed to fluid and fuzzy... for what it's worth for me to tell you that.

sounds and vibrations

I want to write but would anyone want to read it? THAT is the question! I guess I'll just write because I feel like it. I'm listening to some great music and about to read to my girls and tuck them in bed. Right now it's David Gray's version of Ramona. What a great song. I can get lost in it. It runs through my body like electricity. After the girls are in bed at night, sometimes I just dance... I just play music and dance all alone in my living room... slow songs, fast songs, anything, whatever I feel like. I feel and soak in the music with my every sense. To some maybe that's silly. Why did I write any of this. I don't know. I guess I wanted to say a little something about myself that most people don't know. Show a little part of myself that's a little bit of a secret. But I need to go now and finish out the night. So Night night world. Maybe I'll talk about some more stuff later that I have the confidence that nobody will read (except maybe Chad... which is good, I love him reading what I have to say).