My Love she speaks like Silence
Without Ideals or violence
She doesn't have to say she's Faithful
Yet she's True, like Ice, like Fire
People carry Roses
And make Promises by the Hour
My Love she Laughs like the Flowers
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime-stores and bus stations
People talk of Situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw Conclusions on the wall
Some Speak of the Future
My Love she speaks Softly
She Knows there's no Success like Failure
And that Failure's no Success at all.
The Cloak and dagger dangle
Madams Light the Candles
In Ceremonies of the Horsemen
Even the Pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of match-sticks
Crumble into one another
My Love winks, she does not bother
She Knows too much to argue or to Judge.
The Bridge at Midnight Trembles
The country doctor rambles
Banker's nieces seek Perfection
Expecting all the Gifts that Wise men bring
The Wind howls like a Hammer
The Wind howls like a Hammer
The Night blows Rainy
My Love she's like a Raven
At my Window with a Broken Wing.
~Bob Dylan
U.S.A.
~Beannaichte'
11 June, 2015
@beannaichte.twitter.com
~Bob Dylan, born Robert Allen Zimmerman, in Duluth, Minnesota, in 1941. As a songwriter-poet, his music became the anthems for the generations of the sixties and seventies, and beyond.
ReplyDeleteI do not think anyone has paralleled his work, with the exception of Leonard Cohen, of Canada.
We owe these songwriters a huge amount of respect, for the music they have given us, as a world, and as a people.
Both of these artists can be described with one word.
~Genius!
~Beannaichte'