Sunday, April 3, 2016

Bob Dylan..."You're always on my mind ... "

Lyrics and songs on my mind this day:

"Sometimes the silence can be like thunder" from  Love Sick


"Ain't talkin', just walkin'
Walkin' ever since the other night
Heart burnin', still yearnin'
Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight"  from Ain't Talkin'


"There's some people that
You don't forget
Even though you've only seen'm
One time or two"     from I'll Remember You


"You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars/ After losin' every battle"     from  Idiot Winds


"But you were closer to me than my next of kin"   from In the Summertime


"Gonna make you see just how loyal and true a man can be"    from Bye and Bye

Nothing can heal me now, but your touch"    from 'Til I fell in Love with You


"Just don't know what to do
I'd give anything to
Be with you."                                   from Love Sick




Lonesome Day Blues - Bob Dylan

Born in Time - Bob Dylan

Shooting Star - Bob Dylan

One More Cup of Coffee Before I Go - Bob Dylan

Forgetful Heart - Bob Dylan

Man in the Long Black Coat

11/2/16  Deleted

"I've got a little book with pages three
And every page spells liberty
All my trials, Lord, soon be over"

...from traditional Bahamian lullaby

to this day


in the purpose driven, mindless mix,

in stark relief, only he understood


intimate in ways unasked & unknown,

more remiss, more desirous than ever


burnished soliloquies of meaning

embodied revelation's awareness


opulent idyllic songs compelled,

persuasive graceful phrases conquered


soaring aspiration & blood red hope

 far from the standstill of future's threshold


like mutinous conspirators' dulcet voices,

like a changeling, he bestrides my mood


yearning, devoted, striving  & unmoored,

reconciled, we approach the last divide


talons of want fracture my being

Queen of Swords


"In Keeping with Inevitability & "Triumph Over Recrimination" written for Bob Dylan 2016 by "Queen of Swords" written for Bob Dylan in 2016, as most things since 1967.

From a concert goer review:

 "kick-a*ss version of Love
Sick..with Bob center stage, grabbing the stand up mic, a la vintage
Elvis, as tho it was the femme fatale in question"

Once in a while there is still a chuckle to enjoy. LOL

1965 New York City --
having recently received a copy of "Blonde on Blonde" by the photographer, but having not a clue as to what the future would hold.  It would not be until 1968 that I would set eyes on Bob Zimmerman, who was to change my life forever.

All a bit overwhelming if you ask me --if a million miles weren't far away enough, the Nobel prize took him over the moon. I'm more or less (:-)) speechless and I certainly don't know what to do.



So "Love Sick" -- anger, hurt, guilt, confusion, love.  My higher self tells me to take my hand out of the fire if it burns.  Don't hang with people who it hurts to associate with, the past is gone and done can't be undone, so let THAT go, confusion part of with it or leave it. 

So where is the LOVE?  Took two to tango, "it hurts me too," honestly wasn't my intention, and confusion and all, it wasn't enough to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

10/14/16 (EDITED)
"Don't Fall Apart On Me Tonight" - not a doctor but Nobel prize winner will do.:-)

"Masters of War," particularly since that appears to be an ongoing tragedy and the Nobel Prize for Literature, "High Water," "Pay in Blood"...heavy stuff all things considered -- and the unsurpassed "Desolation Row" (how well that summons moody, poignant recollections of areas in that neighborhood, albeit some years later.)  If it gets too heavy for your shoulders --  content, context, history, atmosphere, recollection, explanation, responsibility? Brother dear just keep in mind you're "just an artist" (and in God we trust for our freedom of speech) and that fellow "Dylan" also wrote "Cat's in the Well."  Just sayin' -- not to rain on his parade in any form or fashion!

"Simple Twist of Fate, Tangled Up in Blue, Make You Feel My Love and "Soon After Midnight" are a downright celestial way to wrap up warm and Lord knows I for one can identify with "Lonesome Day Blues."

"Soon After Midnight" by Bob Dylan
"It's soon after midnight
And I've got a date with the fairy queen"

                                                            "The Fairy Queen" by AlexRa 2011


Bob Dylan Awarded Nobel Prize for Literature

Oh my.  What can one possibly say except to graciously congratulate him.  (If he was my man I'd say I'm proud of him.)  Quite a momentous acknowledgement and one I doubt even he (despite wanting to be bigger than Elvis...hardly in the same...apples my dear 'n' oranges) ever imagined.  Might be o.k. to shelve "What Good Am I?"  at long last.

Is it a big deal?  Of course.   Success and being given the seal of approval by one's peers, so to speak, is a good feeling, no doubt, and helps in all manner of ways...if one is so blessed. People do get recognized for all sorts of things (some not that noteworthy), however, any Dylan fan worth their salt knew way back then he was "worthy."  Having been controversial, it just took "them" to catch up...sorta like 50 years after the fact, some states actually approve of medical marijuana.  A hell of a comparison, but there it is.

Now I bet there will REALLY be no talking to him! :-)
"You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations" --  from "No Time to Think."

"Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be"

 from "The Groom is Still Waiting at the Altar."

From all reports his recent concert went off well.  I certainly appreciated the song set lists.  Some of his greatest and best of his work of the past and some more recent.

One article complaining about the screens (which seemed o.k. to me from videos) cited the following:

“I like the cool way you look at me/Everything about you is bringing me misery”-Bob Dylan, “Buckets of Rain”


Following is another personal reaction to goings on:  (a snippet from a concert goers review):


"I hope dedication and interest in the songs of the Great American songbook will

inspire him to write a proper love song based in the present instead of

some dream about the future or bitterness about the past."
Yeah well.  First of all there were plenty of "proper" love songs.  First one to come to mind immediately was "You Angel You" (which I doubt would be appreciated at this juncture).  There are more songs about love without regret or longing, I bet, if one wanted to get into it.  In fact, at one point I thought there were too many love songs, but then there are only so many things one can sing about and he certainly covered everything else -- politics, religion, social justice, the environment, etc. , etc.
"Silly little love songs"...are either easy and easily forgotten or memorable and certainly Mr. Dylan's intention with the so-called Sinatra songs gave a nod to old-fashioned romance, although those conveyed their share of complaints.  Like quite a few other "fans,"  I'm also sort of glad that these have been put to rest (so MANY great songs of his own to choose from).  (I guess I should delete the line from my writing for him (considering the added -Why try to change me now?-  Well, yes there IS that...all the good advice easier said than done and as it is said, there are those who don't need it and those who need it, don't heed it.
                         now that his symbolic gates are solid & secure
he reserves the right to visit dead men's songs
That was then and not now.  It's not necessary to change I don't believe.  But I may change my mind, for all that it may matter in the great scheme of things
Also, I tend to thing writers either need personal experience or need to be inspired.  To be in love is one thing, to be happily in love is another, ergo "Love Sick."  Of course one can always pretend, but then it's not from the gut (heart, I dare say) and it often won't "work" because it lacks the necessary emotion, substance and verity.
What are y'a gonna do?  Not everybody is "lucky" in love, although everyone wants to be.  It's a fact.  Imagine, however, a grand passion nevertheless and imagine something quite out of the ordinary and that being in some ways far more romantic than one CAN imagine.  Many a song of his would not have been written had it been otherwise.

Besides, I'm sure the person who made that comment is not in their 70s.  With so many of his fans it's never enough and after all, the man wrote what some 522 songs to date!?

1976 - Bob Dylan's triumphant tour (Rolling Thunder Review), after the success of "Blood on the Tracks" and "Desire"...with various women in tow and blew my mind was the particularly insightful and affecting song "Oh Sister" and the bountiful, luxurious  "One More Cup of Coffee". 

What was this woman looking and waiting for, hanging around Montegue Street at the time ?  Doesn't quite fit, if you know what I mean?  "The Empress" had a strange way of operating to be sure. 
"You Got to Hide Your Love Away" - Pearl Jam (original by John Lennon)

Baby Blue Badfinger


He Venido by Los Zafiros

Y'a got any sweetness and/or generosity left in you Bob?  Shall you, in the end, figure "let's just pretend it never was?")

"You know you can make a name for yourself" from "A Sweetheart Like You" by Bob Dylan (can't accuse me of that, d.m...just here with billions of others.


"I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you."

 Bob Dylan from I Shall Be Free. No. 10

“My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms” 

T.S. Eliot

Well, that's lovely and maybe d.m. you can help me understand?

(Still at it...writing that is, but a gander 'in real time' inspiration is mighty thin.  Talk about "Driftin' Too Far From Shore!" I dare say, 1975 is long say the least.

"Paradise is not a place, but a connection."

"Forgetful Heart" - Bob Dylan

"Autumn Leaves" - performed by Bob Dylan

(Originally it was a 1945  French song, "fr:Les feuilles mortes" (literally "The Dead Leaves"), with music by Hungarian-French composer Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Préver;

"Beyond Here Lies Nothing" - Bob Dylan

Oh well, I love you pretty baby
You're the only love I've ever known
Just as long as you stay with me
The whole world is my throne
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothing we can call our own
Well, I'm moving after midnight
Down boulevards of broken cars
Don't know what I do without it
Without this love that we call ours
Beyond here lies nothin'
Nothing but the moon and stars
Down every street there's a window
And every window made of glass
We'll keep on loving pretty baby
"Most of the Time" by Bob Dylan

 I figure if I wasn't ready at this point in my life to cash in my chips, if that's in the cards, I haven't lived my life right. 


Art by AlexRa
"The Emperor's Garden" featuring his Grand Vizier, Astrologer and Peasants



I liked that the article gave credit for the musicianship involved, not only the lyrics.

"You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way."


From "Till I Fell In Love With You from "Time out of Mind," which also includes one of the best love songs of all time -- "Make You Feel My Love."


"Well, I’m tired of talking, I’m tired of trying to explain My attempts to please you were all in vain

"Tomorrow night before the sun goes down
If I’m still among the living, I’ll be Dixie bound
I just don’t know what I’m gonna do
I was all right ’til I fell in love with you" 

From "Love and Theft"

I care so much for you—didn’t think that I could
I can’t tell my heart that you’re no good  from  "Honest With Me"
Why don’t you break my heart one more time just for good luck"  from "Summer Days"
"Sugar Baby get on down the line You ain’t got no brains, no how
You went years without me
You might as well keep going now  from "Sugar Baby"
"Walkin' through the leaves, falling from the trees Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees
So many things that we never will undo
I know you’re sorry, I’m sorry too"   from "Mississippi"
"I’m rollin’ slow—I’m doing all I know I’m tellin’ myself I found true happiness
That I’ve still got a dream that hasn’t been repossessed
I’m rollin’ slow, goin’ where the wild roses grow 
"Gonna make you see just how loyal and true a man can be"  from "Bye and Bye"
"Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone?"  from "Moonlight"

From the fan site 

Wow!  I was wondering what you (he) has been up to all this time.  Nothing short of doing thing in grand style.  Hm.  Bravo!

"Shot of Love" Bob Dylan

Oh, Mama, can THIS really be the end. To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again" - Dylan

Talk about dreamin'
Actually, yes a few nights ago.  He and I were sitting next to each other, someplace outside at a table, who knows where, facing toward something in the distance. I guess he must have been a little nervous, 'cause he did fidget for a while, but then turned to me and smiled.  It was nice!

Had A Dream About you, Baby

I got to see you baby, I don’t care
It may be someplace, baby, you say where

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

You got the crazy rhythm when you walk
You make me nervous when you start to talk

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

Standin’ on the highway, you flag me down
Said, take me Daddy, to the nearest town

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

The joint is jumpin’
It’s really somethin’
The beat is pumpin’
My heart is thumpin’
Spent my money on you honey
My limbs are shakin’
My heart is breakin’

You kiss me, baby, in the coffee shop
You make me nervous, you gotta stop

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

You got a rag wrapped around your head
Wearing a long dress fire engine red

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

B. Dylan
(video not available on web)
Dreamin' of You by B. Dylan

Well, there are worse places to live.  I've been there.  The irony is that there's some nice homes too and it's quite pretty down along the cove.  Mostly I'm just grateful to get home in one piece.

Yesterday, going down the road:

"Señor" - Bob Dylan


"If I Don't Get Home" John Mayall



On another note: "The Ugliest Girl in the World" by Bob Dylan

The woman that I love she got a hook in her nose
her eyebrows meet, she wears second hand clothes
She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop

You know I love her
Yeah I love her
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

If I ever lose her I will go insane
I go half crazy when she calls my name
When she says babababababy I l-l-love you
There ain't nothing in the world that I wouldn't do

You know I love her
Yeah I love her
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

The woman that I love she got two flat feet
Her knees knock together walking down the street
She cracks her knuckles and she snores in bed
She ain't much to look at but like I said

You know I love her
Yeah I love her
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

I don't mean to say that she got nothing goin'
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
When I get low she sets me on my feet
Got a five inch smile but her breath is sweet

You know I love her
Yeah I love her
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

The woman that I love she a got a prizefighter nose
Cauliflower ears and a run in her hose
She speaks with a stutter and she walks with a hop
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop"


8/31/16-(corrected 9/1/16)


"I'm forty miles from the mill—I'm droppin' it into overdrive" from "Lonesome Day Blues" from Love and Theft by B. Dylan

Portal to an Undisclosed World

In the wake of his triumphs, memorable and sustaining endeavors and the enduring power to create interest and beauty, more than one besotted hopeful being became enmeshed in his galvanizing orbit -- struggling, flailing to keep a pace with the monumental magnitude of the presence he imprinted on our times.

Enriched, yes.  Inspired, no doubt.

First and foremost his eloquent lyrics are exemplary, for the most part, and the melodies he composed personify, without reservation, all that is glorious. Second to none his comprehension and expertise gratifies. 

The sum total of his work is considered the perfection and epitome of accomplishment.  Thus a notable life and a meaningful legacy.


Within a corridor of years, resides a chalice of reciprocity, a well kept secret in plain sight, harboring his guarded heart and revealing the complexities of his mind vis-à-vis another -- each struggling for compassion and courage to conquer suspicion and dereliction.

Acknowledged, admired, encouraged and rewarded...outside the norm, outside the parameters of what one would have a right to expect -- inside the doors of their ephemeral joint domicile, all that ever is, all that there ever was, is in play.

On the line recently was the last invitation for eye to eye accord, a single act of faith that could have been the miracle of another chance.

Fate, however, would have it that never again would they attempt to disentangle the knot that could destroy their carefully crafted and nurtured dreams. Rather the death of loss than to lay bare the flawed underbelly of what heaven had not wrought.


Always in evidence, were emotions and qualities -- romantic, tender, adventurous, demonstrative, trusting, intrepid and a necessary determined, if tenuous contact. Concurrent with affection and appreciation, disappointment and regret were the prerequisite foil.

These artistic, cerebral avenues and explorations were neither self-sustaining nor indistinguishable, for like upon like would not have yielded promise. 

Alas, as demanding affiliations must surrender to the immeasurably deplorable maw of requirement, passion and fierce attachment, seasoned with idealism, occasionally results in disillusionment and can sabotage creativity -- and success, generally regarded as positive, may cause a fall-out which, more often than not, is a sliver short of tragic.


Brought high, brought low, tell it unto me once more, beloved,  in terms we allowed ourselves to know, catapulting us -- fleeing from an ancient presentiment about acts of oblivion and acts of remembrance.

Queen of Swords

 "Born in Time" from Down In the Groove by Bob Dylan



Chimes of Freedom by Bob Dylan


The uplifting Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan

(Play it loud ! :-)

Soar with an angel, but take heed lest you become spellbound.  Q. of S.


Ice Queen by AlexRa

Listened The song "It's All Over Now Baby Blue" today (although about another 'Blue' a few years before Tangled Blue came on the scene), from Bob Dylan Biograph. l guess everyone needs a good cry once in a while.  The harmonica work is exquisite!





"Love is all there is, it makes the world go ’round
Love and only love, it can’t be denied
No matter what you think about it
You just won’t be able to do without it
Take a tip from one who’s tried"  


Bob Dylan from "I Threw It All Away" (Nashville Skyline)


to this day
in the purpose driven, mindless mix,

in stark relief, only he understood


intimate in ways unasked & unknown,

more remiss, more desirous than ever


burnished soliloquies of meaning

embodied revelation's awareness


opulent idyllic songs compelled,

persuasive graceful phrases conquered


soaring aspiration & blood red hope

 far from the standstill of future's threshold,


like mutinous conspirators' dulcet voices,

like a changeling, he bestrides my mood


yearning, devoted, striving  & unmoored,

reconciled, we approach the last divide
talons of want fracture my being

 by Queen of Swords

(Between the King and the Queen of Swords) Bob Dylan

Zeitgeist Unbridled

Nashville Bound

from the back of beyond he came,

inexplicable faith fusing with oblivious ignorance,  

innocent eyes belying a voracious mind --

he faced the gauntlet

charisma held in reserve,

ambiguity & eloquence in abeyance,

embellishments too were set aside --

until such time Source gave leave

 a singular fate, beyond comprehension,

his boots presaged wanderlust,

maneuvered in and out of heartbreak --

to another side, love did stray

searchlights crisscrossed igniting discovery,

skeins of insight, conception,

zeal & ardor fostered epic creation --

 freedom's chimes proclaimed mythical glory

Concordia's striking tresses & heartfelt bounty

charmed & granted generosity,

throughout, competition ran riot --

 distinction & renown were within reach

overcome, amid vying interests & demands,

 too much too soon, for just like a socialite,

 desired by kings, another slipped into his room --

destined to deliver a troika of sons

time stampeded, headlong& hell bent,

visionaries converged, events collided,

 transformed, good & evil aligned --

his time had come

lyrics expounded philosophy& ethics,

propelled by ambition, recognition beckoned

altruism required no sufficed --

a rally for peace kindled universal consciousness

audacity amidst nefarious company,

without connection, the road welcomed his path

incandescent with plangent desolation --

he set cats among  pigeons

amped, flagrant with abandon & rebellion

exuberance & passion channeled his views,

imagination inhabited songs unique unto himself --

anthems redeemed the conscience of a generation

in a league of his own, extended & beleaguered,

treading the tail of the tiger, toying with ruination

captivating, unexplored hypnotic provinces evolved --

a commanding double masterpiece reigned supreme

accolades & eminence persuasively inflamed

in an ever intensifying array of distilled essence

mandates of art provoked flirtation with the abyss --

fated his epitaph...never to be, the good die young

mountains, source of power & mystery,

signified sanctuary from a defiant, perilous past,

until claiming his next of kin --

death insisted on intimacy

austere,  resigned, sorrowful

enveloped in domestic patterns, embracing lore,

his spirit resurrected events of centuries past --

mirroring undisturbed rhythms of all there is

summoned, captivated by any day now, another waited,

seeking, unaware release was in the moment, 

offering idealism& solace, startled by romanticism --

a beautifully crafted Skyline, seductive & inviting

...proved irresistible.

Queen of Swords

”You hang the flame, you'll pay the price" B. Dylan

"We weren't on the wrong side sweetness

We were the wrong side" B. Dylan


"Shelter from the Storm" - B. Dylan
"Gotta Serve Somebody" by B.Dylan

"Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge"

from Tombstone Blues by Bob Dylan

 "I wish I had been a doctor
Maybe I'd have saved some life that had been lost
Maybe I'd have done some good in the world
'Stead of burning every bridge I crossed"  

from "Don't Fall Apart on Me Tonight" by Dylan

"The awful daring of a moment's surrender which an age of prudence can never retract." TS Eliot

"Oh no, I don't need any reminder" from "Hazel" by "R.A.Z" (Robert Allen Zimmerman a.k.a Bob Dylan)

"Is Your Love in Vain?" by Dylan

Do you love me, or are you just extending goodwill?
Do you need me half as bad as you say, or are you just feeling guilt?
I’ve been burned before and I know the score
So you won’t hear me complain
Will I be able to count on you
Or is your love in vain?

Are you so fast that you cannot see that I must have solitude?
When I am in the darkness, why do you intrude?
Do you know my world, do you know my kind
Or must I explain?
Will you let me be myself
Or is your love in vain?
Well I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind
I’ve been in and out of happiness
I have dined with kings, I’ve been offered wings
And I’ve never been too impressed

All right, I’ll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
If I’m a fool you can have the night, you can have the morning too
Can you cook and sew, make flowers grow
Do you understand my pain?
Are you willing to risk it all
Or is your love in vain?

"Forgetful Heart"

Berlin, October 24, 2013

"Oh, the leaves began to fallin’
And the seas began to part
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told but these few words
Which opened up his heart
“If ye cannot bring good news, then don’t bring any”

from "The Wicked Messenger" by Bob Dylan


What makes the wind want to blow tonight?
Don't even feel like crossing the street and my car ain't acting right" from "Shot of Love" by B. Dylan

"I'm in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her" from "Floater" by B. Dylan

Everything's Broken - B. Dylan

mild" from "Cry A While" by B. Dylan

"Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea!
Baby, thank you for my tea!
It's so sweet of you to be so nice to me." 

from 10,000 Men by Bob Dylan


....well, what you conveyed to me weren't exactly 'crumbs from your table' !


"Don't think of me and fantasize of what we never had
Be grateful for what we've shared together and be glad
Why should we got on watching each other through a telescope ?
Eventually we'll hang ourselves on all this tangled rope." B. Dylan

From "Be Better Talk This Over" by Bob Dylan, as follows:

I think we better talk this over
Maybe when we both get sober
You'll understand I'm only a man
Doing the best that I can.

This situation can only get rougher
Why should we needlessly suffer ?
Let's call it a day go our own different way
Before we decay.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face
We've done nothing to each other time will not erase.

I feel displaced, I got a low-down feeling
You have been two-faced, you been double-dealing
I took a chance, got caught in the trance
Of a downhill dance.

Oh child, why you wanna hurt me ?
I'm exiled you can't convert me
I'm lost in the haze of your delicate ways
With both eyes glazed.

You don't have to yearn for love, you don't have to be alone
Somewhere in the universe there's a place that you can call home.

I guess I'll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow
It'd be great to cross paths in a day and a half
Look at each other and laugh.

But I don't think it's liable to happen
Like the sound of one hand clapping
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
Beneath the bed where we slept.
Don't think of me and fantasize of what we never had
Be grateful for what we've shared together and be glad
Why should we got on watching each other through a telescope ?
Eventually we'll hang ourselves on all this tangled rope.

Oh babe, time for a new transition
I wish I was a magician
I would wave a wand and tie back the bond
That we've both gone beyond."

"There are some kind of things you can never kill"  from Cold Irons Bound by Bob Dylan

"I keep listenin’ for footsteps
but I ain't hearing any" from Floater (Too Much to Ask) by Bob Dylan



Usurped by fatalities never imagined, the death of hope entwined with facing down one's own anger at being duped by the insubstantial belief in super inundated fairy tales, this recognition saturated is yet with unsurpassed reliance on miracles.

But the dignity of stoicism and the resolute adherence substantiated by a reliable past makes feasible the belief that you will reckon to rein in victory over trepidation and alarming result dependent, paralyzing disparaging self-regard and paradoxically deeply entrenched pride, to forgive encrypted and unhinged judgments and attributes and comprehend instead that the ingress of forgiveness and satiety, the granting of a boon to a worshipful friend and admirer supersedes self and that in heaven's terms, this trumps a world of accolades.

Achievement kept you upright but love kept you accessible and being cognizant that suspicions and doubt be also bound up in our intimate regard and assumptions --  all the more the reason to further our joined experience.

What not greatness of melody, beauty and worded expression and exploration of devotion and admiration would accomplish so might what was kept in reserve -- reason.  To be thrust into pursuing the matrix of this companionship and find there purchase and the balm of resolution -- not the explosive drive and superlative but treacherous expectation of storybook perfection, but in the pressing need of needful things attended to before passing on to parts unknown.

There then to find trenchant promise and consistent leverage of probity and regard that features a modicum of respect and a measure of tenderness, so long expressed, no longer in need now of yet again being lured, tested and exposed.

Let me not expound and recommend, plead and bemoan, suggest and point out former attributes that mutually beguiled and entranced.

But rather seeing that only you are empowered with the way and means, let me share with you the responsibility of my asking and you the doing, readily as key will fit lock.                                         

                                                                  Queen of Swords

"Hush" from TURN

There's snakes in the garden. Blood on the vines. Every time I slip away It feels like a crime (Hush) Underneath the shadows The aching grows The beam of the moon is all you have now. (Hush, soul for sale) There's ropes in the hallway

 Scars in the silver I know there will come a day When red runs the river Keep the light on, keep the light on I'm waiting Keep the light on, keep the light on

 I'm waiting for you All the silver lining that is hiding the color (Hush, soul for sale) Don't make a sound Soul for sale
 There's snakes in the garden Blood on the vines I can't wait anymore I can't wait anymore

Jock O'Hazeldean
Turpin Hero
Dowie Dens O'Darrow
Die Moorsoldaten by Liederjan
..."after all, it can't forever be winter." The Peat Soldiers is one of Europe's best-known protest songs. ... This song was written by prisoners in moorland labor camps in Lower Saxony, Germany.

Die Webber - Liederjan
Pussy willows, Cattails, Soft Winds & Roses - Gordon Lightfoot
...and Miguel - no longer available 

: (King of the Fairies)
 Art: Detail by AlexRa

 Art by AlexRa (2014) Model Johnny Depp

Nordic/Viking Music - Vinterns Dröm

Songs of my youth  (early 1960s more or less)
Beatles from "Big Al's" Road Tunes
The recently performed "High Water"  by Bob Dylan

Personal all time favorites : Shelter from the Storm, In the Summertime, Ninety Miles an Hour (Down a Dead End Street), Where Teardrops Fall, Hazel, Shooting Star,  'Til I Fell in Love with You, Under Your Spell, Up to Me, Man in the Long Black Coat, If You See Her, Say Hello, Time Passes Slowly, Most of the Time, One More Cup of Coffee, To Be Alone With You, The Groom Still Waiting at the Altar, The Man in Me, Changing of the Guards, Buckets of Rain, Born in Time, Cold Irons Bound, Million Miles, Bye and Bye, Tell Me that It Isn't True, Simple Twist of Fate, Oh, Sister, Something's Burning, Baby, Handy Dandy, I'll Remember You, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, When the Deal Goes Down, Make You Feel My Love, Floater (Too Much to Ask), Standing in the Doorway, Emotionally Yours, Forgetful Heart" and "You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go."


"What are you doing out there in the sun anyway?"  Been waiting for you.



"We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view" from "Tangled Up in Blue" (Dylan)


 The "Long and Wasted Years" -- "Baby" :-)

"You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way"  from
"Mississippi" (Dylan)
...passed through these doors

Every Grain of Sand by Bob Dylan

"Not Dark Yet...but it's getting there."

by simply "Dylan"

"I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint."

from "Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts" by Bob Dylan

By Bob Dylan

Simple Twist of Fate
 Where are You Tonight?
 Where Teardrops Fall

 Idiot Wind
 Cold Irons Bound

Forgetful Heart

                                                                                  Date Unknown

...until hell froze over

the clans have assembled,

their heritage speaks volumes

a solemn speaker restores calm

in meeting halls, laughter wanes

attic skeletons caper about

the emperor's new clothes stun

affronted by misdirection --

the ancients enjoy the gaffe

windows of opportunity glare

--slippery slope temptations

tail chasing robotics are in play --

neither here nor there has its say

the test of time skulked by --

it wasn't all that notable

fervor quit with snide remarks,

but sonnets sustained the day

hard held hostages of dreams

promise only sparse greetings

almost all have an agenda --

who is but a good time friend?

if bliss were commodity,

let us assiduously buy it

if wish would bring touch --

serve it to the consort and me

for Pyramus and Thisbe

expectations caused regret

devotion enhanced their lives

-- joy thrown to the winds

avid pursuit & intense stricture --

a role determined from the start

sorrow spoke seven languages --

a case for accord & silence

a benign force of will decides,

as she forfeits playing the past

& an empathic link survives

as he jump starts his drive

girl singers and violin players --

innocent or profligate conduct,

good for the gander, the saying goes

it wasn't a nun that he chose

poverty & boss men, her lot --

neglect infidelity & frost,

inspiration, fools gold, fantasy

& ill-mannered presumption

by default, there were others

 -- a surcease from loneliness

his love songs dazzled --

his presence forever withheld

leave it be, lonely one ---

the gathering of tributes past

sleep with your dreary ghosts

and learn to take it on the chin

the world served as witness --

he proved he could conquer it

his women seemed ubiquitous --

all departed, sooner or later

escapees from common place --

wonder, their companion piece

his craft extracted life's blood

a saga engineered by history

love was distilled into myth,

resentment reduced to gall --

a fairie imp's insect web

awe-inspiring -- and perfidious

Hadrian's wall survived intact

a plethora of unremitting misery

unfinished business, a fait accompli --

scorched senseless by never to be

next step Hades' vestibule --

no surprise on this fated plight

words have done their deed

Pan has cast his reedy curse

the king is ever on the road --

a pawn captured his queen

the celestial chess master labors --

the bishops decry it as theft

control & fear is thus in place --

invading their consciousness

if love was a gift, take it now

even Nepenthe grants no relief

prone to flights of fancy --

they romanticized lunacy,

met criteria, satiated the gods

hadn't they hand-fasted their pledge?

wherefore a guarded missive,

what concern & fatalistic drive?

confrontation's hollow guise

& head over heel's tragic demise

a curious path at a standstill --

strange currents & destiny's rule

there is sovereignty in yesteryear,

so bless me darlin' & I'll bless you too.

Queen of Swords

"God Knows" B. Dylan

...tomorrow belongs to today's youth

May 19,  May 26 Cancelled - I imagine you may guess why, d.m.

May 12, 7:45 p.m.

By Bob Dylan

"When the Deal Goes Down"

"One More Cup of Coffee"

"Someone's Got a Hold of My Heart"

"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum"


"Summer Days"

"Born in Time"

Time Passes Slowly
B. Dylan

Time passes slowly up here in the mountains
We sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains
Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream
Time passes slowly when you’re lost in a dream

Once I had a sweetheart, she was fine and good-lookin’
We sat in her kitchen while her mama was cookin’
Stared out the window to the stars high above
Time passes slowly when you’re searchin’ for love

Ain’t no reason to go in a wagon to town
Ain’t no reason to go to the fair
Ain’t no reason to go up, ain’t no reason to go down
Ain’t no reason to go anywhere

Time passes slowly up here in the daylight
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day
Time passes slowly and fades away

May 12 - 8:00 p.m.

Date Unknown
Indomitable Ghosts

they achieved their objectives --

entrenched, discarded & back

we wonder at the why of it

how lost to our own devices?

shared thoughts, united dreams

gritty sorrow & strange joy --

paths littered with tribulation,

glory spangled by heaven

adroit marionettes performed,

writing diligently, playing fair

oft times their wheels spinning--

the key master ever in control

a union stars deemed unlikely --

creativity flourished nonetheless

inciting, sobering, meandering

a hothouse of rarified vision

you captured prevailing winds

a selfless tone restored faith

war mongers were exposed --

to that end, your purpose clear

memory embedded in allegory

you chastised her for making do --

an unenviable fate to endure,

when all the while it was you

your glorious fantasy promises

provided neither bed nor board --

but the hearth of your words

gave her battered heart respite

you kindled luminosity

& rendered tedium tolerable

it was old before it was new --

past destinies intermingling

all doubt & fear gone at last?

your coldest kiss freed her not

actors consigned to a role

& history repeats itself

too little too late at this point --

a provoking memory merely?

see hope emerge surreptitiously

& accord reflect a shining past

a nod, an optimistic word

feelings resilient & genuine

a lighter vein, a sanguine mood

unshackled ancient ghosts

what matter their sly comments

the dye was cast for Peggy Day

nothing to say but time to act --

that blatant exit door is fact

primal recollections baptize--

birds flutter and sashay forth,

steeped in warmth & tradition

a harvest home wreath awaits

deliverance from, forgiveness of --

an embrace to melt our distress

in the fullness of our time --

that tempered ore may yet blaze

Queen of Swords


Shall we walk the talk, d.m.?

Still Smokin'

letters of intent see you on a street of unredeemed apologies

not taking into account the badly scarred and mercy,

bonds that only a power greater than ours can break,

remember when only sustaining fires burned

at the moment of our meeting of unabashed splendor?

had I unlimited resources and a patent for fulfillment

had I a cradle for every homeless babe

would I temper the steel blade?

could I receive the host?

soldiers permeate history's advance

souls in unison abound...

clinging, merging --

swept into the fulcrum of creation --

trumpeting about soaring and being left behind --

fractured accounts of trembling and insurrection

had I the makings of unwarranted celebration,

had I the time for revised agendas and fallen angels

would I fend off the encroaching dark?

could I temper the burgeoning dread?

portents of solitary signposts and sole survivors --

witness to momentous events --

--party to dissimulation

as duty demands and necessity dictates

all there ever was and all there is arrives

when every bet is laid for our last chance

and invitation is an act of faith

Queen of Swords

(It was only yesterday when searching through my writings for something I wanted to "say," , I noticed with surprise the fallen angels of yesteryear)

"Bye and Bye" by Bob Dylan

By and by, I'm breathin' a lover's sigh
While I'm sittin' on my watch so I can be on time
I'm singin' love's praises with sugar coated rhyme
By and by, on you I'm castin' my eye
I'm paintin' the town, swingin' my partner around
Well I know who I can depend on, I know who to trust
I'm watchin' the boats, I'm studyin' the dust

I'm paintin' the town, makin' my last go-round
While I'm scufflin' and I'm shufflin' and I'm walkin' on briars
I'm not even aquainted with my old desires
I'm rollin' slow, I'm doin' all I know
I'm tellin' myself I've found true happiness
That I still got a dream that hasn't been repossessed
I'm rollin' slow goin' where the wild roses grow

Well, the future is already a thing of the past
You were my first love and you will be my last
Papa gone mad, Mama she's feelin' sad
Well, I'm gonna baptize you in fire so you can sin no more
I wanna establish my rule through civil war
Gonna make you see just how loyal and true a man can be.

May 5, 2015 -- 7: 45 p.m.

" called and I came" 


"I Shall Be Released" B. Dylan
"Down Along the Cove" B. Dylan
"I'll Be Your Baby Tonight" B. Dylan

May 12,? May 19, ? May 26?

"Seven Days" by Bob Dylan

"Mississippi" by Bob Dylan

"She put down in writin' what was in her mind"  

"I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me" B. Dylan

'Dixie" by Bob Dylan

"She ain't no angel and neither am I" B. Dylan

May 2016  Note:  Consider all seven blogs (writings and poetry) on, written under the pseudonyms "Queen of Swords," and "Hazel Brock (Stephanie Badger)" --copyrighted.  

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