Okay so i was in Barnes and Noble today looking around and not buying anything except a coffee and i see this table display of books about music. and right next to bobby d's "chronicles" autobiography is the new clay aiken memoir. god!!!! so, to right this wrong in the only manner i can, i will for one week beginning today place at least one bob dylan lyric in every post i make. because something is happening, but you don't know what it is, do you mr. jones...(ballad of a thin man)
i don't know about you guys but i'm a hundred miles out of town and cold irons bound
i wish i could read my copy of chronicles, but thesis has consumed my whole life. i was so excited to go to grad school, but i'm going to be so glad to get out of this prison.
put down my robe, picked up my diploma,
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive,
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota,
Sure was glad to get out of there alive.
if he managed to escape alive from Princeton in 1970, with his diploma in his pocket, and with the locusts singing around, you'll get alive from your thesis too..
yes he was awarded an honorary Doctorate of Music from Princeton University in 1970 (and another one from scottish University of St Andrews this last summer 2004, though he has been offered some others but rejected them), but for the song he wrote about that day he wasn't very comfortable in that scenary...:
Day of the Locusts (from New Morning, 1970):
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration,
The birdies were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.
And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking,
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb.
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin',
But the next time I looked there was light in the room.
And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill,
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin',
The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees.
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding,
Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me.
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I put down my robe, picked up my diploma,
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive,
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota,
Sure was glad to get out of there alive.
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me,
Singing for me, well, singing for me.
Bob Dylan (standing, right), recipient of an honorary degree, at the 1970 Commencement Ceremony.:
with Walter Lippman, at the ceremony:
.. I don't think he's been comfortable anywhere in his life though, but that's just my own personal interpretation of his whole legend, the guy is dead shy.. he could be an architect, he's got his senses enough altered and has this hypersensibility towards anything, plus I've heard he loves to spent time inbetween gigs looking for architectural things or known structures to see in some cities when he's (neverending)touring..
he's a revolutionary, whenever people starts to accept his present condition he escapes towards a new place, be that electricity, religion, tv lingerie ads or country music... I know some people don't get what he's all about -and I'm not sure no one, except himself, really knows what he's all about-, but once you accept his game his legacy is a blessing...
I saw him this last July in Barcelona, and the man still rocks... he has more attitude than anyone I've seen on a stage ever.. and I've seen Keef and Mick too...
he's sixty something and he was constantly moving -not runnin' around the stage, or doin' stupid teeanger aerobics but trying to keep his nerves down-, spitting and throwing verses furiously to the audience. Damn cool. He's still on my highest pedestal, together with Francesco Zappa, Iggy and very few others..
what the hell were you doing getting a coffee at a b&n...seems quite contrary to what bob writes/sings about...almost like thom mayne getting the pritzker
well you're stranded in the rain in juarez
and its easter time too
and gravity fails and negativity dont pull you through
dont put on any errs when you're down on rue morgue avenue
they got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you--- just like tom thumb's blues
happy easter last dylan post.
vado retro chicago 2005
"Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
But all the people can't be all right all the time."
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
I said that.
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."
That's why you should only enter B&Ns for food. Buy books at a place like Book Culture (nee Labyrinth) on W112th. They filter all the Clay Aiken-like material out of their stock which means you see mostly worthwhile things and you browse more deeply and spend more money.
Bob Dylan vs. Clay Aiken
Okay so i was in Barnes and Noble today looking around and not buying anything except a coffee and i see this table display of books about music. and right next to bobby d's "chronicles" autobiography is the new clay aiken memoir. god!!!! so, to right this wrong in the only manner i can, i will for one week beginning today place at least one bob dylan lyric in every post i make. because something is happening, but you don't know what it is, do you mr. jones...(ballad of a thin man)
yeah...
i don't know about you guys but i'm a hundred miles out of town and cold irons bound
i wish i could read my copy of chronicles, but thesis has consumed my whole life. i was so excited to go to grad school, but i'm going to be so glad to get out of this prison.
don't worry bossman... you'll...
put down my robe, picked up my diploma,
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive,
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota,
Sure was glad to get out of there alive.
if he managed to escape alive from Princeton in 1970, with his diploma in his pocket, and with the locusts singing around, you'll get alive from your thesis too..
was that song about princeton? did he get an honorary degree from there?
yes he was awarded an honorary Doctorate of Music from Princeton University in 1970 (and another one from scottish University of St Andrews this last summer 2004, though he has been offered some others but rejected them), but for the song he wrote about that day he wasn't very comfortable in that scenary...:
Day of the Locusts (from New Morning, 1970):
Oh, the benches were stained with tears and perspiration,
The birdies were flying from tree to tree.
There was little to say, there was no conversation
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree.
And the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I glanced into the chamber where the judges were talking,
Darkness was everywhere, it smelled like a tomb.
I was ready to leave, I was already walkin',
But the next time I looked there was light in the room.
And the locusts sang, yeah, it give me a chill,
Oh, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang their high whining trill,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
Outside of the gates the trucks were unloadin',
The weather was hot, a-nearly 90 degrees.
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding,
Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me.
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance,
And the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I put down my robe, picked up my diploma,
Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive,
Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota,
Sure was glad to get out of there alive.
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill,
Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill,
Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me,
Singing for me, well, singing for me.
here's the story
Bob Dylan (standing, right), recipient of an honorary degree, at the 1970 Commencement Ceremony.:
with Walter Lippman, at the ceremony:
.. I don't think he's been comfortable anywhere in his life though, but that's just my own personal interpretation of his whole legend, the guy is dead shy.. he could be an architect, he's got his senses enough altered and has this hypersensibility towards anything, plus I've heard he loves to spent time inbetween gigs looking for architectural things or known structures to see in some cities when he's (neverending)touring..
he's a revolutionary, whenever people starts to accept his present condition he escapes towards a new place, be that electricity, religion, tv lingerie ads or country music... I know some people don't get what he's all about -and I'm not sure no one, except himself, really knows what he's all about-, but once you accept his game his legacy is a blessing...
I saw him this last July in Barcelona, and the man still rocks... he has more attitude than anyone I've seen on a stage ever.. and I've seen Keef and Mick too...
he's sixty something and he was constantly moving -not runnin' around the stage, or doin' stupid teeanger aerobics but trying to keep his nerves down-, spitting and throwing verses furiously to the audience. Damn cool. He's still on my highest pedestal, together with Francesco Zappa, Iggy and very few others..
what the hell were you doing getting a coffee at a b&n...seems quite contrary to what bob writes/sings about...almost like thom mayne getting the pritzker
well im very well read
its well known.
the sun's not yellow ... it's chicken (tombstone blues)
plus the fact that i used to care,
but things have changed
I'm only sighing...at this thead.
"money doesn't talk, it swears"
well you're stranded in the rain in juarez
and its easter time too
and gravity fails and negativity dont pull you through
dont put on any errs when you're down on rue morgue avenue
they got some hungry women there and they'll really make a mess out of you--- just like tom thumb's blues
happy easter last dylan post.
vado retro chicago 2005
"Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
But all the people can't be all right all the time."
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
I said that.
What's with this interest in Bob Dylan - I know nothing about the man or his music - can someone tell me why I should?
'cause he's one of the best song writers ever
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."
signum, you don't know about bob? what the hell is wrong with you?! i've been to five shows myself
rls - low blow but i agree
after two dylan references this morning just thought i'd pull this up for kicks, i guess.
i'm pretty sure clay would beat dylan arm wrestling
"everything is broken..."
Can Mr. Jones find the character of American industry?
it's not dark yet but it's getting there
That's why you should only enter B&Ns for food. Buy books at a place like Book Culture (nee Labyrinth) on W112th. They filter all the Clay Aiken-like material out of their stock which means you see mostly worthwhile things and you browse more deeply and spend more money.
what's the use of changing
horses in midstream...
oops, that should be
"But what's the sense of changing horses in midstream?"
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