This week when I went to see what Paloma had decided to write about on Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie I was delighted to see she was asking us to write a shadorma or series of shadorma inspiring ourselves from Bob Dylan who this year was awarded the Nobel for Literature 2016.
Listening to his music once again brought me back to my adolescence. I was not a bright and chirpy teenager I’m afraid. Due to my personal problems with my parents I’d turned towards the darker side of life, the futility and hopelessness of a world without reason and love at least so it was then in my mind. I would sit for hours, music full blast in a candle lit room listening to the angry and often obscure lyrics of the music of my age … Bob Dylan was one of my favourites with his flat smoky voice and gut moving lyrics.
No one in front of me and nothing behind
There’s a woman on my lap and she’s drinking champagne
Got white skin, got assassin’s eyes
I’m looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
I’m well dressed, waiting on the last train
Any minute now I’m expecting all hell to break loose
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
I’m in the wrong town, I should be in Hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Ain’t no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think he’s got anything to prove
Don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
Some things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You can’t win with a losing hand
Putting her in a wheel barrow and wheeling her down the street
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity
Gonna get lowdown, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
I’m love with a woman who don’t even appeal to me
I’m not that eager to make a mistake
I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
time’s passin’
and when I look ’round
ideals gone
fires quenched
inside the secret mirror
well, everything changed
no lost loves
full of brave new words
time just passed
leaving me
dry-eyed and disillusioned
with my should have beens
getting through a day
imagining
a new way
without hurting, pain and you
just floating along
illusion
change that isn’t change
antique pain
obsolete
weeds – grown in a potter’s field
over my childhood grave
everything
seems to change but me
loneliness
craziness
hidden in this music box
filled up with truth’s lies
(that illusive flower)
and ideals
have a place
in this crazy wonderland
of amazing grace
let me fly
(though you can ask why)
just because
I was born …
and now everything changes
as the Phoenix dies
© Gsk ‘16