It's all over now,
Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding over you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who has just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.


in honor of the great songwriter and identifier of bullshit that 17 years ago made me a big sister...... i will flood this blog with the words of bob dylan, another man who took a look at life.

"DYLAN DIGS
DONOVAN"

"there's no ideas in time magazine, there's just facts."

"every word has its big letter and little letter. like the word Know. each of us Knows nothing, we think we do, but we Know nothing."

"im just as good as singer; you have to listen closely... but I can hit all those notes. And I can hold my breath three times as long -if I want too."

--bob dylan (in a time magazine interview)

dan turns 17 today. right now im babysitting while he's off taking his driver's test. So I'm sitting here watching the bob dylan dvd I got him for his birthday, and he's off doing all the work.
as life is. whether it should or shouldnt be.

"some of the people can be half right part of the time
all of the people can be part right all of the time
half of the people can be right part of the time
but all of the people can't be alright all of the time
TS Elliot said that...."

--bob dylan

brownies, made with love, riding shotgun-
pseudo-professional parallel parking-
wasted

what happened to today?

three people, good friends -love
laughing, talking, smiles,
together

three people, bad feelings -resentment
tight-lipped, sharp-tongued, curt,
isolated

something tells me he can't here us.

even more than the taste of s'mores, he enjoyed the taste of flesh.

gotta love being lost in nyc -- no airconditioning -- with the koolest guy i kno.