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Originally Posted by ginnie
I don't have PD, but I witnessed my neighbors decline and bitterness. I get that way too with my own demons of the body, really angry.
Crank up some music, loud enough to drown out your pain. This and reading is what I do to try and help myself. I have Bob Dylan on, his newest called Tempest. Very somber, makes you think. I do wish you all the best. ginnie
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Ginnie,
It defies imagination how many times people on this site have intersections with each other - well here it is again. You are listening to the Tempest album, which only came out about a week ago.. When your message arrived here, at that exact moment I was listening to Long and Wasted Years:
And, as you mentioned Dylan, I take it as licence to talk about him and the Web Sheriff yanking out Dylan’s song to Lenny Bruce, from my website. This Dylan guy writes a song, figures he owns it! Seriously, they were very good to me, and put the song back up real fast. : and Dylan’s lawyer called me from London etc. What a class act that Dylan scene is. Here is my story about that:
http://parkinsonsdance.blogspot.com/...hapter-43.html
AND THIS is what I was listening to when your e-mail arrived:
Long And Wasted Years Lyrics by Bob Dylan (the Tempest album):
it’s been such a long long time
since we loved each other and our hearts were true
one time, for one brief day, i was the man for you
last night i heard you talking in your sleep
saying things you shouldn’t say, oh baby
you just may have to go to jail someday
is there a place we can go, is there anybody we can see?
maybe it’s the same for you as it is for me
i ain’t seen my family in twenty years
that ain’t easy to understand, they may be dead by now
i lost track of em after they lost their land
shake it up baby, twist and shout
you know what it’s all about
what are you doing out there in the sun anyway?
don’t you know, the sun can burn your brains right out
my enemy crashed into the dust
stopped dead in his tracks and he lost his lust
he was run down hard and he broke apart
he died in shame, he had an iron heart
i wear dark glasses to cover my eyes
there are secrets in em that i can’t disguise
come back baby
if i hurt your feelings, i apologize
two trains running side by side, forty miles wide
down the eastern line
you don’t have to go, i just came to you because you’re a friend of mine
i think that when my back was turned,
the whole world behind me burned
it’s been a while,
since we walked down that long, long aisle
we cried on a cold and frosty morn,
we cried because our souls were torn
so much for tears
so much for these long and wasted years