I have no one to meet, and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
"The way Elvis freed your body, Bob freed your mind."
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Bob Dylan can cure anything.
Current addictions:
Respected authors:
John Steinbeck, Charles Webb, Robyn Davidson
Poets: Dennis Saint Eden, Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas, Walter Benton
Photographers: Annie Leibovitz, Jason Langley