Apologetics
Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:14 pm
“it’s alright ma” Dylan
Dylan speaks for me, I am a Negro.
I am a Slave a poor man
everyman with words that aren’t free
Dylan speaks for me
and...
He does it better than me
“i hung my head and cried”
Dylan is me
He’s a she
a slippery bird
an unchainable word
and as it could’ve been forseen
“the drifter did escape”
Dylan is my saxaphone
said the youth
of the AARP
the atheist and the Pharisee
on this point agree
He sings for me
“if my thought dreams could be seen”
“I want you to know
that it’s all a show”
“i don’t know what it all means”
(He’s just being coy)
Sincerely,
St. Augustine, John Wesley, Judas Priest, Frankie Lee, Tom Paine, Lonesome Hobo, Wicked Messenger, the Landlord, the Mona Lisa, Robert Zimmerman and “Bob Dylan”
p.s. – Unlike the other guy before him, Pope Benedict says that I’m the wrong kind of prophet with the wrong message... but, i never claimed t be a prophet, i ain’t got a message... ain’t no use in talking to me, it’s just the same as talking to you.
Maybe the pope is right.
p.p.s.
Leonard Cohen is not me
But I sense that He knows me intimately
I don’t get Him, but he gets me.
Someday he will explain everything.
"ain’t no use in talking to me"
I can state unequivocally
Bob Dylan was never me
nor should I esteem to be “free”
nor will he ever really be
So to all the chatter of birds
I leave you with this remedy
and this one verse:
“are birds free from the chains of the skyway?”
quotes John Calvin most definitely
These are my thoughts yet in progress. I know I'm not a poet... Thoughts around a topic I had long been struggling with, and struggle to put into words.
Dylan speaks for me, I am a Negro.
I am a Slave a poor man
everyman with words that aren’t free
Dylan speaks for me
and...
He does it better than me
“i hung my head and cried”
Dylan is me
He’s a she
a slippery bird
an unchainable word
and as it could’ve been forseen
“the drifter did escape”
Dylan is my saxaphone
said the youth
of the AARP
the atheist and the Pharisee
on this point agree
He sings for me
“if my thought dreams could be seen”
“I want you to know
that it’s all a show”
“i don’t know what it all means”
(He’s just being coy)
Sincerely,
St. Augustine, John Wesley, Judas Priest, Frankie Lee, Tom Paine, Lonesome Hobo, Wicked Messenger, the Landlord, the Mona Lisa, Robert Zimmerman and “Bob Dylan”
p.s. – Unlike the other guy before him, Pope Benedict says that I’m the wrong kind of prophet with the wrong message... but, i never claimed t be a prophet, i ain’t got a message... ain’t no use in talking to me, it’s just the same as talking to you.
Maybe the pope is right.
p.p.s.
Leonard Cohen is not me
But I sense that He knows me intimately
I don’t get Him, but he gets me.
Someday he will explain everything.
"ain’t no use in talking to me"
I can state unequivocally
Bob Dylan was never me
nor should I esteem to be “free”
nor will he ever really be
So to all the chatter of birds
I leave you with this remedy
and this one verse:
“are birds free from the chains of the skyway?”
quotes John Calvin most definitely
These are my thoughts yet in progress. I know I'm not a poet... Thoughts around a topic I had long been struggling with, and struggle to put into words.