Thus I Wrote

Dancin’ where the stars go blue
Dancin’ where the evening fell
Dancin’ in your wooden shoes
In a wedding gown

Dancin’ out on 7th street
Dancin’ through the underground
Dancin’ little marionette
Are you happy now?

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue

Laughing with your pretty mouth
Laughing with your broken eyes
Laughing with your lover’s tongue
In a lullaby

Where do you go when you’re lonely
Where do you go when you’re blue
Where do you go when you’re lonely
I’ll follow you
When the stars go blue
The stars go blue, stars go blue

Song by Ryan Adams

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In your face I suddenly saw
Your anger, explosive and raw
I was hurt by every word you said
You showed me a picture, Dorian Gray

He has lived all my life with me
He worries about my survival for me,
He’s an unruly, anxious child hidden away
He’s not understood, Dorian Gray

But he hijacks me as I travel
I fight, I lash out and watch all unravel
I wonder later as I’m hurt and I pay
Where did I go wrong, Dorian Gray

Ignorance is not bliss, it hurts and it wrecks
Knowledge and understanding are necessary steps
To conquering yourself, to the end of your days
He must be managed, Dorian Gray.

Mama, take this badge off of me
I can’t use it anymore
It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door(4)

Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can’t shoot them anymore
That long black cloud is comin’ down
I feel like I’m knockin’ on heaven’s door

Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s door(4)

Bob Dylan. Copyright ©1973 by Ram’s Horn Music

They walk to a different beat,
They are feared & misunderstood,
They are lonely & brave.

They know the needs of the many
Outweigh the needs of the few…
So they give everything of themselves
As their parting gift,
Their only ticket to connect.

They are the light in the darkness
Seen best from a distance,
And shining unconciously as a guide
For the sheep on the road less travelled.

Life is a procession of choices –
Until eventually there are none.
But the best of us live life
….In every breath.

There is always tension –
Between meaning and survival –
Between we and I –
Between service and control.
Until we lose control completely –
As we return everything –
…..Alone.

Mankind is a procession of lives –
That spark for an unknown purpose –
And together create a fire
That lights the darkness
That we hope, serves something –
Greater than ourselves.

When I am in the light….
I hear the lark sing –
I see the dawn break –
I look in your eyes –
I forget the end –
I live –
In every breath….

But when I’m in darkness….
I run in circles –
Computing intellectually.
But nothing works –
Nothing turns the light on –
Or opens the door.
I am not wanted or needed –
Alone…
In the noise of the world.

Then I’m the prodigal son.
I’m lost and I wish to be found.
To reconnect and to serve –
To be needed and loved
To live again…
In every breath….

I am hidden –
In my solution cave –
A provider –
An accessory –
When a couple is worn.

You are hidden –
In your well of hurt –
A wary tiger –
Ready to attack –
When my voice is torn.

And so we cling –
To the wave lashed rocks –
We cannot avoid –
An unknown world –
When our tempest is done.

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

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child
The Law can’t touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She’s a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum.

Bob Dylan

I know… that I am imperfect,

But I know that you are beautiful.
I know that you are strong:
I know that you play the hand you are dealt,
And do not spend your life wishing for another.

I know you have questions:
I know you have fears:
But I know you are brave:
And I know you are generous,

I know…that you are loved very much. x