Mr Tambourine Man
by Bob Dylan
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow."
by Bob Dylan
"Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow."
About an hour ago, I was lying in a steaming hot bath, perfectly still. I was curled up in the corner with my eyes closed and Bob Dylan keeping me company. I've been feeling really bleak for the past couple of weeks but this song made me feel cradled and happy. The warm guitar is so soothing. And the eloquence of his lyrics is absolutely divine, and I have always found poetry comforting.
Earlier this week, I was lying on the beach and quoted my favourite line from Yeats' 'The Stolen Child'. And thinking about it now, Dylan's lyrics are just as sophisticated and gorgeous.
Earlier this week, I was lying on the beach and quoted my favourite line from Yeats' 'The Stolen Child'. And thinking about it now, Dylan's lyrics are just as sophisticated and gorgeous.
