I’ll write another song for you,
Maybe someday the words will ring true.
And I’ll write another song for you,
Trying to be all that you want me to.
I’ll write another song for you,
Try and make the words rhyme.
And I’ll wait a little long for you,
Until the wind blows through the chime.
I’ll write another song for you,
And make sure that its you I’ve found.
I’ll write another song for you,
Hope that it doesn’t leave a bad taste in your mouth.
If you’re insistent, Yes I lied,
In my dreams, distant
So you put it aside,
If only you knew,
I hid myself, from hurt
Conceptions aren’t clear,
Words are blurred,
There erupted the volcano,
Its fury nearly got me bathed,
Overwhelmed by the smoke
Though I wasn’t entirely unscathed,
Tricks worked, crooked as they are,
Look before you leap,
Shadows surround you,
Given up, left with scars
Belittled by the gaze,
Of the earth and wind,
You’ve got nothing,
Except for the rhyme,
That you sing.
You move around places after places, meet new faces, travel the world
While I’m doing the same old things I used to do, I’m stuck up in a rut
I’m not sulking though I do drop subtle hints, I never really was set free
And all I ask you is the same old question, how do you do what you do with me?
You’ll never know who I really was, if you understand it will be enough
My head is replete with your sounds, the agony of not having you around
You give me the jitters in my stomach, but the buzz wasn’t how it used to be
By now you must have forgotten me, but how do you do what you do with me?
You have your friends who look after you,and all that remains with me is my soul
I don’t mean to say you’re lucky, you never felt pain to be consoled,
You doubted my intelligence, but we will see who’s laughing in the end
When you’ll be asking me, how do you do what you do, even though you don’t intend.
I blame you for every misery that engulfs me,
I blame you for the floods in the barren valley,
I blame you for the disease that made us go wild,
Don’t try to blame me for the death of my child.
I blame you for my tired limbs and hands,
I blame you for the worldly pleasures I never had,
I blame you for the anger that rages in my veins,
Don’t try to blame me for the things I never explained.
I blame you for the the my thirst that never gets quenched,
I blame you for the rain that has got me drenched,
I blame you for torrent of abuse that I’ve suffered,
And to think you blamed me for every little shudder.
You’ve set an example for others to follow suit,
They just don’t know how you do what you do,
What is unknown to others is known to you,
Its not quite something except for the truth.
Like a dog who always comes back home,
He couldn’t find no meat and he settles for the bone,
You know stranger things have happened in the past,
Flying objects have been spotted in the dark.
Like the magician who wields his wand,
He pulls a rabbit out of his hat and he goes beyond,
If only magic was that real he won’t be selling toys,
Screaming out in his shrivelled voice.
Now don’t take away from me what you never had,
I don’t want to be like you I hope you understand that,
Leave away any expectations on the door,
You’re unwelcome for always and ever before.
This poetry was written by Bob Dylan:
No, and it ain’t in the rumors people’re tellin’ you
And it ain’t in the pimple-lotion people are sellin’ you
And it ain’t in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star’s blouse
And you can’t find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can’t tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain’t in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain’t in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain’t in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin’ and tappin’ in Christmas wrappin’
Sayin’ ain’t I pretty and ain’t I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can’t even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
….and you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin’, “Christ do I gotta be like that
Ain’t there no one here that knows where I’m at
Ain’t there no one here that knows how I feel
Good God Almighty
THAT STUFF AIN’T REAL”
Your head plays with your heart, your heart pumps up the nerves
The nerves unsettle you, leave you with a feeling of discomfort
Your brain makes you speak, spoken words broken into syllables
The syllables don’t mean a thing, you can print them they won’t be visible
Your eyes stare at the sky, the sky is pouring down on you
The outpouring turns into floods, as your memory fades too
The sudden rush you feel are your emotions, the emotions you never revealed
The revelation of your notions, your soul has been killed
You search for a glimmer of light, the light you think is your last hope
The hope that always deserts you, you would hang yourself but there is no rope
Yet you go on maybe fool yourself, I hope you realise, the fool all this while was you
You’d give it one more try if you didn’t give up, the saving grace would be if you didn’t show up
It kills me that someone’s been knocking at your door,
The far-fetched illusions don’t matter to me any more,
To turn around you think they’re always standing there.
Don’t be disappointed if you can’t live in the mould,
The blood that flows through your veins is hardly cold,
Make up your mind if you’ve inherited what the devil said.
In every somersault your head will turn around
Until you land on your feet, the bystander left amazed, “Just how?”
Well we’ve never paid much attention to the finer details
You think everyone in your rat race fights the duel,
Even the most foolish donkey can be mistaken for a mule,
You’ve made a mark for yourself but in comparison it pales
Yes, I know times have been tough, the weather was rough,
Every single minute disinterested, yet you played the bluff
On the ones that you think that you loved and cared
Please don’t justify that what you did was right,
Even mercy cannot be pleaded, for your sins you’ve been tried,
To douse the flaming fire that you have flared.
Dear May, when I go down on my knees
It does not mean I shall be punished
By every thorn that pricks my flesh
Or every pointed grain of sand
Dear Mist, when I surrender to thee
You have no right to take me
To a place where the dust is fog
And your vision won’t see for long
Dear Wind, I have no direction left in my sail
The word is spread, through your mouth of wail
Don’t try to understand, the shape of the moon
If you look up, he will always be crescent or full
Dear Sun, your light glitters every soul
Even the smallest ant in the burrowed hole
Keep me awake till the tide turns away
From the ocean shore or until its day
You smell like the winter bloom of shade
You look so beautiful for God has made
You with His kind and gentle hands
Oh its such a beautiful sight
The baby smiles under the moonlit sky
Yet unaware of his sudden demise
For God looked upon her with His loving eyes
Oh what a sad, sad plight
Down the river end the flowers will meet
Your ashes that float gently down the stream
For even God has committed a sin
And yes we have lost the fight
Stay true to yourself, even though you can’t move
Stay true to yourself, if its your innocence you have to prove
Stay true to yourself, in all your flesh, blood and bones
Stay true to yourself, the world is your home
Keep on walking, until you’ve covered the distance
Keep on walking, with all your might and persistence
Keep on walking, even though your feet are tired
Keep on walking, you don’t need to be inspired
Never stop dreaming, as your eyes shed a tear
Never stop dreaming, even if the end is near
Never stop dreaming, if you’re scarred and bruised
Never stop dreaming, for you can’t possibly lose
If you thought you’re not guilty means you haven’t committed a crime
You’re as wrong as the hedonist who really doesn’t mind
Between pleasure and pain and read between lines
While he spares the harsh and kills the innocent child
In you came, soul searching, for the comfort of the shade
The fire ball in the sky is right above your head
Fury was never so bitter and the obituary was never read
While he renounces the living and mourns the dead
The journey seems endless as the people stare at you
They took you off to the stockade but you didn’t think its true
Brand you as a victim of a disease which has no break through
While he praises the lies and the truth is always misconstrued
To think everyone’s in their house, safe and sound
The dog who owns the ranch, doesn’t ever shout
If you share your words, they’re irrelevant at best
Which does not mean that you don’t share them lest
Everyone who is standing in the crowd
Relates to them like the earth moving round
The sun constantly without a shadow of rest
While in your sorrows everything that vests
In spite of the worse you hope for a turnaround
When you know the things you hear are just sounds
Of the failure that you find in misery’s nest
When you don’t know the meaning of your life’s quest
You’re insipid with grace, too lame to take a step
Too insignificant to be noticed, by anyone with a map
If only you had taken, a different route through the woods,
Maybe you’d realise, that was the end as it stood
Too dark to be nice, too fair to be clever and wise,
If only you were perfect, people would think they’re lies,
Fuelled by suspicion, of every one else and every roving eye,
If you walk around, your head held high,
They will shame you through hollow words and nigh
You’ve reached a stage, where you can’t go back,
The choices that you’ve made, maybe its the soul that you lack,
Ever wondered, what it was like to notice the past,
Through the footprints of present, imagine the last
Time that you saw your own self, reminded by the
Fact that joy and hope won’t come back either,
Dreams will be forgotten, for they aren’t very clear,
If anything you remember, won’t be the same as they appear,
Go back home, you know you will find a safe place there
Keep your thoughts to yourself, because no one cares
And everything will be just, if it isn’t unfair
John Doe Society Blues 