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Thursday 15th April 2021

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on April 15, 2021 by bishshat

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Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin’ high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
“We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
Proud ‘neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Girls’ faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor’s tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
“Equality,” I spoke their word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

In a soldier’s stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not I’d become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now.

All Along the Watchtower

Bob Dylan

There must be some way out of here, said the joker to the thief,
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, ploughmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth

No reason to get excited, the thief, he kindly spoke,
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl

Arnold de Beauregard

Arnold told me today that
He suffers from an
Uncertainty principle
He has a character complementary
Property problem
Which cannot all be observed?
Nor measured simultaneously
He is a contradiction in terms
He’s kind of grumpy
And grumpy and kind
Both of these things together
Both at the same time
He is a bit of an enigma
A paradoxical leporidae
He says he is unique
He says he’s not a naughty bunny
But simply funny
With the emphasis on fun
He said there is a 100% chance
That he is an oxymoron
Arnold is a pretty clever bunny
I know because he told me
That today too

Bish April 15th 2021