You don’t write, you don’t call, your silent and I am sad. Don’t forget your ties, your bonds, the sisterhood you are connected to. You work hard, you play ruff, don’t forget all that stuff. Come back to me old truth, for you are me and I you. Where are you friend, please write soon…
I remember saying to a friend one time, right after I said something a bit shocking, that I was just saying what everyone was thinking but was afraid to say out loud. Maybe that’s the trick to reach an audience, to confront their’s, your’s, or my deepest darkest thoughts and throw them into the face of a crowd. How do we connect as people?
This brings me to the thought I had earlier concerning this advent conspiracy that my church has been supporting for the past couple of Christmases. This idea being to give more relational gifts and spend less on crap that doesn’t last and doesn’t have any meaning and give to a bigger cause (please note I am paraphrasing a very important thing here) read more here.
Anyhoo, the church is also holding this almost free store (kinda like the Parker Street Christmas store back home) for under or low income families to come in and shop so that they can have presents under their tree. My thought, why go that far, why not promote more of an advent idea, show that gifts are not what matters, that family matters, helping a neighbor, giving to a bigger cause that will benefit not only your spoiled children but kids who don’t even know the meaning of spoil except spoiled food found in a garbage can.
I guess I have no room for an opinion until I and my family change the way we celebrate this particular holiday.
What about Bob, he is just an ordinary man who used his voice to effect people. We all have this ability to move a person toward a certain idea or thought or belief, the point is whether we take an advantage of the opportunity we are given. The question being this, am I going to take this opportunity to give to someone other than myself or will I let this Christmas pass by and taking with it my (I don’t know, What Would Jesus Buy?).
Tangent over!
Merry Christmas you spoiled brats! (JK, REALLY).
I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.
What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
When you feel in your gut what you are and then dynamically pursue it - don’t back down and don’t give up - then you’re going to mystify a lot of folks.
The radio makes hideous sounds.
What good are fans? You can’t eat applause for breakfast. You can’t sleep with it.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.
People today are still living off the table scraps of the ’60s. They are still being passed around - the music and the ideas.
People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.
Money doesn’t talk, it swears.
Just because you like my stuff doesn’t mean I owe you anything.
Maybe in the ’90s or possibly in the next century people will look upon the ’80s as the age of masturbation, when it was taken to the limit; that might be all that’s going on right now in a big way.
If I wasn’t Bob Dylan, I’d probably think that Bob Dylan has a lot of answers myself.
It rubs me the wrong way, a camera . . . It’s a frightening thing . . . Cameras make ghosts out of people.
I’m speaking for all of us. I’m the spokesman for a generation.
I’ve never written a political song. Songs can’t save the world. I’ve gone through all that.
I think a poet is anybody who wouldn’t call himself a poet.
I say there’re no depressed words, just depressed minds.
I like America, just as everybody else does. I love America, I gotta say that. But America will be judged.
I define nothing. Not beauty, not patriotism. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.
I don’t think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there’s some kind of change.
Democracy don’t rule the world, You’d better get that in your head; This world is ruled by violence, But I guess that’s better left unsaid.
I accept chaos, I’m not sure whether it accepts me.
A poem is a naked person . . . Some people say that I am a poet.
All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.
I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I’ll die like a poet.
Chaos is a friend of mine.
Being on tour is like being in limbo. It’s like going from nowhere to nowhere.
A lot of people can’t stand touring, but to me it’s like breathing. I do it because I’m driven to do it.
A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.
Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.
Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.
At times in my life the only place I have been happy is when I am on stage.
I’ve only written four songs in my whole life, but I’ve written those four songs a million times.
I wasn’t a good husband . . . I don’t even know what a good husband is.
So as you will see, Briana decided she needed a new style. I started freakin out when I found globs of hair coming out of her head, I wanted to cry!