I'm a rollin' stone all alone and lost
For a life of sin I have paid the cost
When I pass by all the people say
Just another guy on the lost highway...
Hank Williams: Lost Highway
I got mixed up confusion
Man, it's a-killin' me
Well, there's too many people
And they're all too hard to please
Well, my hat's in my hand
Babe, I'm walkin' down the line
An' I'm lookin' for a woman
Whose head's mixed up like mine
Well, my head's full of questions
My temp'rature's risin' fast
Well, I'm lookin' for some answers
But I don't know who to ask
But I'm walkin' and wonderin'
And my poor feet don't ever stop
Seein' my reflection
I'm hung over, hung down, hung up!
Bob Dylan: Mixed Up Confusion
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Bob Dylan: Chimes Of Freedom
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
Countdown To Christmas (15): Lost And Confused
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Hank Williams' lost highway led to Bob Dylan with a head full of questions and then "Chimes of Freedom" and on to:
"Ring them bells, for the time that flies, for the child that cries when innocence dies."
A spiritual journey. The Camino. Bells in the the mystic garden. And a polka with Santa, too.
Thank you (-:
Exactly :)
But I'm saving the Santa-dance for Xmas Day. Of course! Lots of stuff to get through before then...
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