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Bob Dylan
FOUND by Ray-Mel Cornelius
in Dallas, Texas
This was written on the back of a receipt and found by a gas pump.
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We collect FOUND stuff: love letters, birthday cards, kids' homework,
to-do lists, ticket stubs, poetry on napkins, telephone bills, doodles -
anything that gives a glimpse into someone
else's life. Anything goes...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Bob.
I was just listening to GHV3 for the first time in a LOooong time.
Just another clue that the People at Found are among some of the awesomest in the entire universe.
I wonder why this note began with "nothing"
http://foundmagazine.com/find/3000
I like how the "nothing" at the top is crossed out with an infinity symbol.
Lots of room for interpretation, here! BD was your last rebound? Do you mean you actually know the man, or that you turned to his music to heal the rebound wounds? "Maybe the reason I left too in my head"--did you really leave, or just abandon the relationship? Many couples I know have left their marriages "in their heads" though they continue to live in the same house.
But when you hear the message everywhere you go, on TV, in music, on the street, "Time to go", it usually is. The last (interpersonal, nonromantic) relationship I left was dogged by this quote from Shakespeare's Ceasar: "There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the full, leads on to fortune."
I took the tide, and sailed away. Encountered a few storms but I'm glad I ventured.
it ain't no use to wonder why, babe.
Now I know she ain't you but she's here and she's got that dark rhythm in her soul...
bob dylan has led me to an epiphany or two also..cheers.
happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!
"Your debutante just knows what you Need.
But I know what you Want."
"Like a rollin' stoooonnnnneeeee"
Ugh.. I dislike greatly your music Mr. Bob but happy day of Origin to you.
If I got Bob Dylan as a refund, I'd leave too. That's how I saw it.
I thought it was a re-Found. Like someone found a pic of Bob Dylan or something and the lost it.. then their girlfriend found it again? (and each submitted their Find to Found, thereby creating a run in the nylon fabric of the spacetimecontinuum, and blowing our last portal.)
..Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world
......
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
mozart makes me run away screaming. 296
"I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right"
-Bob Dylan
We sang every verse of "Chimes of Freedom" at a sing party I went to recently. Pure poetry! These are some of my favorite lines:
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
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.
"I accept chaos. I don't know whether it accepts me"
If there's an original thought out there I could use it right about now.
Happy birthday, Mr Z!
Ok, how about this:
I have a childhood memory of watching the evening news with my parents, but I was just a lil girl and the news was boring. On the TV, there was a man in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around his head. He had been in a motorcycle accident. Another man was asking him questions, but the guy in the bed sounded pretty out-of-it to me. Then he was handed a guitar and he began strumming it and singing. His singing sounded like it got broken in the accident, too, and it was sad. I didn't know who that guy was.
So it wasn't until many, many years later when I was turned on to Bob Dylan that I learned he was in a bad motorcycle accident in the 1966. When I learned that, I flashed back to that news interview and knew that must've been him.
So glad you made, Bob. Happy 67th birthday!
Wow, that's sayin' something, Nightingale, if Bob Dylan was so memorable to be remembered by a bored little kid who didn't even know who he was on the TV news! I mean, how many TV news shows do we remember from when we were little kids anyway?
"His singing sounded like it got broken in the accident too."
I love this memory of yours.
I still can't get over the fact this this was found by a gas pump named Ray-Mel.
Then again, Texas has a king named oil.
This is starting to sound more like a John Prine tune than a Zimmerman/Dylan tune.
but the sun's not yellow........
it's chicken!!
@ Sara in Oregon - Great observation!
"I like how the "nothing" at the top is crossed out with an infinity symbol. "
Actually, it sounds like the beginning of a Dylan song, eh?
Another BOB DYLAN note...Blowin' in the wind...
the first time i saw Bob Dylan on tv, i thought it was someone doing a really bad impression of him. He is an artist and a poet, but i dont know if he should perform anymore. Same with Ozzy.
Tangled Up in Blue,
I am one with the gas pump.
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten
Face full of black soot
Talkin that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phones tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early may
i love the handwriting
Awesome site!!! Very clever.
And since you are obviously a fan, I thought I'd offer another "find"-- an introduction to my new novel, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, which I think you'd enjoy.
It's a murder-mystery. But not just any rock superstar is knocking on heaven's door. The murdered rock legend is none other than Bob Dorian, an enigmatic, obtuse, inscrutable, well, you get the picture...
Suspects? Tons of them. The only problem is they're all characters in Bob's songs.
You can get a copy on Amazon.com or go "behind the tracks" at www.bloodonthetracksnovel.com to learn more about the book.
"So it wasn't until many, many years later when I was turned on to Bob Dylan that I learned he was in a bad motorcycle accident in the 1966. When I learned that, I flashed back to that news interview and knew that must've been him."
Nice story Night In Gale but sadly Bob never went to hospital for his injuries but was treated by a local doctor and most now accept that he wasn't seriously hurt but merely used the minor accident to get out of a mammoth tour he didn't want to do and get clean of drugs.