A little dylan as the curtain closes
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Goodnight kids.
Thanks for all the stains
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Goodnight kids.
Thanks for all the stains
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes...
-r.stones
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forget me not...
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin comes...
-r.stones
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forget me not...
today was the 17th annual huntsville alabama highland games. i rode down with zel, neil,willie, and neils adorable little rugrat faith.
the ride down was cool. i expected as much ribbing about the lack of rehearsal time i give the band (some o the fellas havent seen me since last year). and i filled them in on my work woes and promotions as well as my current relationship status.
willie gave me some amazing compliments. before we even played, he introduced me to a guy that used to play with the nashville band but currently resides in huntsville. he told the guy that i had, saved many a gig. after our first performance as a band, willie told me how i had blended and played better that the other members of the side(snare) section). we hadnt played together in months-but gelled perfectly.
you need to understand what that meant coming from him. willie has decades of experience in the music industry. another great moment today was his recounting of a time when he hung out with tony williams and herbie hancock in new york. this man has played and hung out with giants. discussing the death of elvin jones was also memorable today, since elvin is a mutual hero, and willie had met him too!!
being with zel again always brings a laugh. this man could strike up a conversation with anyone on the planet. he related a story today of a buddy that kept referring to him as grandpa since zel was yawning during an evening performance. zel showed up at the guys house the next morning, had coffee with the guys wife, then proceeded to wake the guy by playing revile on the bugle at 7 in the morning.
i cannot tell you the things this man leaves on my voicemail.
and hanging with neil is always a pleasure. he understands exs and heartbreak like few others. seeing him with his darling 6 year old is heartwarming and inspiring. faith had such a great time today. on the way home, though, she started coughing.
she had curled up between me and neil in an effort to sleep on the way home. 30 minutes outside of nashville, she started to cough. on the 3rd cough, her poor stomach started spewing up the contents from the afternoons revelries . luckily, neil directed the detritus towards himself and a well placed red, solo plastic cup. we all did our best to calm the angel down, as neil turned towards me and said, see what you have to look forward to?
faith made it to nash vegas ok, and we all said goodbyes after a well spent pre-summer afternoon...
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said goodbye to a dear friend tonight.i'm sure we'll visit sometime in the future, but our relationship was taking us to places we didn't want to go...
the ride down was cool. i expected as much ribbing about the lack of rehearsal time i give the band (some o the fellas havent seen me since last year). and i filled them in on my work woes and promotions as well as my current relationship status.
willie gave me some amazing compliments. before we even played, he introduced me to a guy that used to play with the nashville band but currently resides in huntsville. he told the guy that i had, saved many a gig. after our first performance as a band, willie told me how i had blended and played better that the other members of the side(snare) section). we hadnt played together in months-but gelled perfectly.
you need to understand what that meant coming from him. willie has decades of experience in the music industry. another great moment today was his recounting of a time when he hung out with tony williams and herbie hancock in new york. this man has played and hung out with giants. discussing the death of elvin jones was also memorable today, since elvin is a mutual hero, and willie had met him too!!
being with zel again always brings a laugh. this man could strike up a conversation with anyone on the planet. he related a story today of a buddy that kept referring to him as grandpa since zel was yawning during an evening performance. zel showed up at the guys house the next morning, had coffee with the guys wife, then proceeded to wake the guy by playing revile on the bugle at 7 in the morning.
i cannot tell you the things this man leaves on my voicemail.
and hanging with neil is always a pleasure. he understands exs and heartbreak like few others. seeing him with his darling 6 year old is heartwarming and inspiring. faith had such a great time today. on the way home, though, she started coughing.
she had curled up between me and neil in an effort to sleep on the way home. 30 minutes outside of nashville, she started to cough. on the 3rd cough, her poor stomach started spewing up the contents from the afternoons revelries . luckily, neil directed the detritus towards himself and a well placed red, solo plastic cup. we all did our best to calm the angel down, as neil turned towards me and said, see what you have to look forward to?
faith made it to nash vegas ok, and we all said goodbyes after a well spent pre-summer afternoon...
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said goodbye to a dear friend tonight.i'm sure we'll visit sometime in the future, but our relationship was taking us to places we didn't want to go...
bittersweet...
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long weekend coming up.
i have no words for it.
if you haven't listened to the soundtrack to revenge of the sith , i will be happy to burn a copy for you.
listen to track 3.
you will know how i feel...
i have no words for it.
if you haven't listened to the soundtrack to revenge of the sith , i will be happy to burn a copy for you.
listen to track 3.
you will know how i feel...
this was a difficult week for me...
i'm just not used to being surrounded by so much,
happiness...
i'm just not used to being surrounded by so much,
happiness...
please disregard any comments and/or journal entries made after 2:21 am,someone posted under my account without my permission or knowledge...
i looked into a mans eyes tuesday night, and saw only violence.
every word, every profanity he screamed was a fist to my chin. his eyes were filled with a hatred that bore into me.
a hatred i had only felt as typed words on a page before.
the words found form in the anger of the man before me. the words found a voice and a sailors vocabulary in the verbal assault. the words found venom in their ignorance and their compulsion.
i stood and stared at the man.
i did not move.
i did not say a word.
i took every blow.
my face, expressionless.
my back, unbowed.
my heart, unbroken.
my soul, well...
whats another scar?
i am whole and sure. my life and my actions are of my choosing. my love...
never ends...
every word, every profanity he screamed was a fist to my chin. his eyes were filled with a hatred that bore into me.
a hatred i had only felt as typed words on a page before.
the words found form in the anger of the man before me. the words found a voice and a sailors vocabulary in the verbal assault. the words found venom in their ignorance and their compulsion.
i stood and stared at the man.
i did not move.
i did not say a word.
i took every blow.
my face, expressionless.
my back, unbowed.
my heart, unbroken.
my soul, well...
whats another scar?
i am whole and sure. my life and my actions are of my choosing. my love...
never ends...
