Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Positively 4th street


You got it lot under,
You say you are my friend.
When I was down,
You just stood there grinning!
You got it lot under
If you say u gotta helping hand to lend.
You just want to be
On the side that’s winning!

You say I let you down
You know it’s not like that.
If you’re so hurt,
Why then don’t you show it?
You say you lost your faith
But that’s not where it’s at.
You have no faith to lose
And you know it!

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back.
I used to be among the crowd
You are in with.
Do you take me for such a fool?
To think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What you don’t know to begin with?

You see me on the street;
You always act surprised.
You say, “How are you? Good Luck!”
But you don’t mean it!
When you know as well as me
You’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once
And scream it!

No, I do not feel that good,
When I see the heartbreaks u embrace.
If I was a Master Thief,
Perhaps I’d rob them!
And though I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand?
It’s not my problem!

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes.
And just for that one moment
I could be you…
Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you…
- Bob Dylan

I don't understand how can Dylan even connect his personal poems with the mass...it's just brilliant!

3 comments:

Loony Libberswick of Llapland said...

Annie Annie you must read this!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/arts/features/story/0,,1693520,00.html

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