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As Bob Dylan Would Say,

Contributed by Franciswolf on Thursday, 8th February 2007 @ 02:12:59 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract



I know a man who lives his life off of sadness
All the badness hes ever felt is vocalized and ageless
He talks a clean tongue with his pity hung
In shows of self loathing to which hes so accustomed to
And he sleeps in a twenty first century tomb
With dusty Malibu bottles atop drawers in the room
Posters of animators, tales of the noon
He isnt in a storybook but hell be joining them soon

And my father is a man with a twinkle in his eye
Living off the American lie, to which hed stubbornly defy
All anguish and pain expressed in simplistic jest is tormented,
Dementedly lame, hes got a purple heart and a mix of red and green in the veins
He befriends the insanes, the lost and takes reigns
Like a ring leader to those fallen apart, with a handle on their recovery cart
As if divinity were his art

I fell in love with a phantom
Both blind and dumb, she could not see the sun
And I was giving her all the rays she could ever praise,
All the sunny days, I could afford, and good lord, it didnt matter
It was not what shed been after; she wore a clinic visit veil
She was so pale; I entered just to fail, into a cycle, a life and a lie
Id try, Id loose hope, Id learn to cope, and if ever she needed to hang
You know Id be her rope

I am a concept, a visible disease,
I was born to please, to appease you
My writing is a literal heartbreak and a recorded history
Of suicidal tendency, martyrdom and dependency
I use to smile, I turned vile, I watch the news just to cry
And Ill deny the truth up and down for the world that I see
Ill kiss my enemy, entrance all visibly
And in permanent text, Ill morn sex, the lost of a spiritual world
Ive been hurled into the subconscious and to be honest,
Its anything but harmless,
Jesus, get out while you still can, youll thank me I promise




Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2007-02-08 02:12:59]
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Re: As Bob Dylan Would Say, (User Rating: 1 )
by franciswolf on Thursday, 8th February 2007 @ 02:14:35 AM AEST
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Sorry, the real title is "As Bob Dylan Would Say, "Good Luck""

I guess this one works too?

bleh.


Re: As Bob Dylan Would Say, (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Thursday, 8th February 2007 @ 09:35:53 PM AEST
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I can hear this recited in Dylan's voice with drawl.

Good Job

Peace
Yang





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