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)