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

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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.

From across the widest street

I don't really feel like dwelling on what happened tonight, but I want to write down a couple of things.

First, the commitment I made tonight to be honest with myself about everything I possibly can. I cannot forget this. It is very important, especially if it ends up being that one something positive that comes out of an unfortunate event.

Second, I think it's fair to say that I have paid my dues, and that I don't deserve to suffer any more for what I did. I've come to terms with it, I've punished myself for it, and I know that I will never be entirely free of it. That's OK. But in keeping with the issue of honesty, I must allow myself to realize that I honestly deserve to move on. I don't have the responsibility to punish myself anymore.

Third, I believe in ghosts.

The sleeping pills are kicking in now. I hope I don't dream about her. But if I do, it'll be a dream about her ghost — a ghost I love, the ghost of a person who I no longer care about.

Dream

I had a dream that Trish and I had a baby girl. I was the one having the baby, though. She wasn't anywhere to be seen. I was lying on a bed and delivering the baby, without pain. When the girl was born I held her to my chest, and I and cried for a long time. It was a beautiful baby with short red hair and pale skin and it was smiling. This dream has really shaken me up. I had it two nights ago and I can't get it out of my head.

A Capella

The guys from Hibou always show me the best music-related stuff.

Ants are so cool

It's hard not to look at that sprawling ant colony and not see it as an organism unto itself.

When Pressed for Details

I’ve been on welfare since before I knew you.
I thought that you should know.
I’m poor in loving kindness,
And my little heart is broke.
And it’s funny how you shake your head now, keeping me in line,
Angel, loving me is just a waste of time and breath and blood.
Oh you know it hurts to say I’m not in love.

This game is long and random,
If I could I would resign,
So I’ve waited, settled, mated.
Learned I ain’t so good at lying.
We’ll find a way to pay the bills even if you don’t get the job,
And I will face the pitchfork-wielding mob, torches and clubs,
Oh you know it hurts to say I’m not in love.

There is a woman I remember,
From when I was just a girl,
She slipped into my childhood
With cheap perfume and pearls,
And I would rather dream of her than have her in my bed,
Oh but all the same I need her there instead of you, my love.
Oh you know it hurts to say,
Oh you know it hurts to say,
Oh you know it hurts to say.

* * * * *

The last time I saw Daniel he didn’t blink at all.
The last time I saw Daniel he didn’t blink at all.
The last time I saw Daniel he didn’t blink at all.
The last time I saw Daniel he was four feet and two inches tall.

And I will be a trumpeter but first of all,
I am Alexander but first of all,
I will be a trumpeter first of all,
The jacket fits my shoulders but my shoulders are small.

He was plaster, he was silver,
He was fifty inches tall,
And in time I won’t remember him at all,
And he worried whenever I rested,
He was sweating when I cried,
He was a bad, bad man, and he died.