Bob Dylan lyrics

Perhaps it is the color of the sun cut flat
An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,
Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,
But mama, you been on my mind.

I mean no trouble, please don't put me down, don’t get upset,
I am not pleading or saying that "I can't forget you."
I do not pace the floor bowed down and bent, but yet,
Mama, you been on my mind.

Even though my eyes are hazy and my thoughts they might be narrow,
Where you been don't bother me or bring me down in sorrow.
I don't even mind who you'll be waking with tomorrow,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no,"
Please understand me, I have no place I’m callin’ you to go.
I'm just whispering to myself so I can't pretend that I don't know,
But mama, you're just on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror,
You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near.
I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear
As someone who has had you on his mind.

There Is Nothing Cuter

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/in_depth/7364860.stm

Ghost, part 2

Ghost, I am old enough to know.
Now I give my summertime to buying winter clothes
And looking for the places where our young mouths used to touch,
Where the landlord rents to college kids, and the kids get high and eat too much,
But empty rolls of film are so much easier to find.
Ghost, you are always on my mind.

Two Interesting Videos

Here are two music videos with really interesting concepts.

The first one is the Mountain Goats' new single:



And the second is by Fionn Regan (than you Summer for the link). All sound you hear is ambient, and the thing is stitched together pretty darn well considering:

ROME

I was watching the HBO show ROME tonight. Great show, and this quote from one soldier to another just cracked me the hell up:

"Course, your best method of pleasing a woman is the warm beating heart of an enemy. I mean, women will say they don't like it but they do. Makes them wet as October."

...the acting is what made it great, I think, but I still like the sentiment.

Resurrection Fern

In our days we will live like our ghosts will live, pitching glass at the cornfield crows and folding clothes. Like stubborn boys across the road we'll keep everything: Grandma's gun and the black bear claw that took her dog. And when Sister Lowrey says "amen", we won't hear anything. The ten-car trains will take that word, that fledgling bird. And the fallen house across the way, it'll keep everything: the baby's breath, our bravery wasted, and our shame.

And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire, both our tender bellies wound in bailing wire, all the more a pair of underwater pearls than the oak tree and its resurrection fern.

- Sam Beam

Seen on Facebook

On my news feed:

"Ewan D_____ left the group Graduate School Hopefuls."

Made me chuckle.