Thanks, mr.mark.
I am amazed at the number of people who identify so deeply with Dylan's words. Foolishly, I always thought I was particularly susceptible. Reading his words now is moving, and takes me back to both good and bad times as though they happened yesterday. Wow, I sound like a real mush head!
By the way, congratulations on getting post number 61! Now that the ultimate grub has been accomplished, I believe all grubbing should stop. <ggg>
Norma
"My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all." |
