I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life. FERNANDO PESSOA

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Countdown To Christmas (15): Lost And Confused

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

2 comments:

am said...

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 (-:

The Solitary Walker said...

Exactly :)

But I'm saving the Santa-dance for Xmas Day. Of course! Lots of stuff to get through before then...