| Bob Dylan – Black Diamond Bay Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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The woman represents U.S. of America, as the whore of Babylon, making her final attempt at seduction of players vying for control/posession in this incarnation of the battle of evermore, good and evil, light and darkness, truth and deception. The desk clerk and dealer represent the 'creator' furnishing the ways and means, of the game and it's rules, being played down to it's inevitable conclusion, revealed upon the game board of BlackDiamondBay, as a casual observer might watch any multi-player contest, from a neutral point of safety. Despite the" ashes to ahes, we all fall down" ending, we see this creator as an arm chair, Monday morning quarterback, little more than bemused at the reality by the outcome of our insistance at a best 2 out of 3, as the underdogs, in a suckers bet, adding insult to injury, with further vainity, piled atop Original sin. Be that as it may, it was a game only, filling in a bit of eternity, and paving the road of excess, leading toward the yet to be revealed, wisdom of an all too incomprehensible plan of Divine purpose. |
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| Bob Dylan – Black Diamond Bay Lyrics | 1 year ago |
| @[Aztecmad08:49996] I agree with that, along with the French phrases fitting the rhyme scheme, and lending complimentary authentic Caribean patois to the narrative, magically witnessed from 'a fly on the wall' perspective. | |
| Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics | 1 year ago |
| @[BARKERP:49995] oh contrare, mes ami. Jes sui le roi de non. | |
| Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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@[Robalook:49994] ,yes,yass,yes! This is the essence of the gift half understood, go on and git down with that bad mutha, the purification of the dialect of the tribe. Our little lessons are so much more rewarding when we cultivate the ground on which the seeds of love are sewn. In my travels, I get bits and pieces of astounding wisdom, proffered as trinkets, slogans, souveniers, and cerebral updates, just by being publicly receptive to joyfulness, no matter how subdued, disguised, or torn to shreds...out there in the wild weather, drying my sometimes weeping eyes on the winds of change. And there you go ! Change is what "It" turns out to be in the songs title. Don't you agree ? After all, my blood, tears, anguish, etc. are willingly exchanged in my private redemption of carnivalesque metaphorical motivation, fueling a mad dash across the dance hall floor. They are playing my song, and finding the accepting hand of the fairest of them all, is logical, and cosmicly propper, in the jumped up jubilee for Greatness' sake, I'm giving goodness a break, like I said, "I saw her standing there." Trick any other parading fool, but I am the very prankster himself, untrustworthy, yet undeniably earnest in the clothes I once wore threadbare with consumate aplomb, in many crowds, in many portrayals of my rolling character roles, suited to suit every suit. Because it suits me to have done so. One can not be counted out, disqualified, or denied, for no matter where you go, there you are. Change on the fly, said the bird. Change, change, now! Human kind can not bear stagnation ! Live the verse you never heard of the songs you know are still unwritten ! Tomorrow is upon the crest of today, wave goodbye to the next new wave. Hells Bells! That is why I am a surfer. Ballance. Change. Showing off. The mastery of Life,101, here on Velatropa III, in the company of the Divine, and Exulted Masters of the Universe. It's really the 'you & I verse' that we are singing. That is why it can not, but change. Change: lives, plans, outcomes, opinions, sides, partners, teams, seats, clothes, hair styles, music, colors, currencey, ones entire mind, my way of thinking, the course of mighty rivers, D.N.A. the future, any and every thing one possibly can. Or sometimes, best of all, in the quietude of the company who share perfection, on the frontier of forever, behold the Exquisite moment, breathless, awesome and terrible , Nothing. Now it's alright, I'm only bleeding. I get it like that, now and again, thats why I offer everything to you. |
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| Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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It is a very pensive task to explain lyrics, let alone be responsible enough to offer up honesty, and humble notes of possible misinterpretation, mixed in coherently, and yet come out with an uncanny, and concise description of one Grand chestnut in Spike's basket of gifts. Not that any chance of claiming omnipotence, on any level is a smart move, I admit that I dig where you are comming from.I am a 25 year old, with 35 years of experience, and I like the way you think. Back in the late 80's, close friends of GratefulDead bestowed the moniker of "Spike" upon Bob, due to too many Bobs in the camp. He toured along, and played with on stage, either summer tour of 87, or88 with GD. We all loved the chance to be close and personal with one of our heros. Meanings are felt, more than explained, as emotions carry us further, despite fuzzy dates and strict adherence to the letter of the Book of Bob. None the less, I do remember being like you, wanting to share all I had, with all I could reach. B.T.W. you are right. On all levels. Magic I say, magic I cast, and recieve from any and all wise enough to show me. Thanks bro, I love right back atcha ! |
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| Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics | 1 year ago |
| Bob Dylan – It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) Lyrics | 1 year ago |
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