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Friday, October 14, 2016

BBC Our World ,Uganda , My Mad World (2015)

Now the Powers of Heaven ,Grechaninov (Zlatopolsky, oktavist)

Mikhail Zlatopolsky ,Don Kosaken Choir, Prayer for the Dead - Double Low C

Bob Dylan - Corrina, Corrina [Acoustic Version Take 1] (1962 Freewheelin...

Bob Dylan - Wins 2016 Nobel Prize In Literature. Hard Times (Come Again ...

Bob Dylan , My Back Pages








Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Half-cracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull, I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, thought, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My existence led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then

I'm younger than that now.

L'Eternité ,Arthur Rimbaud , Erik Satie

Tim Buckley, I Never Asked to Be Your Mountain

quality of fire- me

fire tamed
gives warmth
to a home

fire in me
is
real fire

a little breeze
and flames
so high

even a wind from
inside
to let it burn all

the grass
the flowers
and a heart

and once it
is out of control
it will even

evaporate
more water
and more

only rivers
and the sea
can withstand

keep fire
as a friend
keep it going

but don't blow
or it will
blow up

and singe
you
and me

though we are
all
earth, wind,

water, fire
we burn and flow
and grow and blow

each one
another way
unforeseeable

when we
cannot
be in harmony

and not even
in disharmony
try our best

life is-
we forget-
savage