December 19th, 2017

a lament



Tombstone Blues
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

The sweet pretty things are in bed now of course

The city fathers they’re trying to endorse

The reincarnation of Paul Revere’s horse

But the town has no need to be nervous



The ghost of Belle Starr she hands down her wits

To Jezebel the nun she violently knits

A bald wig for Jack the Ripper who sits

At the head of the chamber of commerce



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues



The hysterical bride in the penny arcade

Screaming she moans, “I’ve just been made”

Then sends out for the doctor who pulls down the shade

Says, “My advice is to not let the boys in”



Now the medicine man comes and he shuffles inside

He walks with a swagger and he says to the bride

“Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride

You will not die, it’s not poison”



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues



Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief

Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief

Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief

Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”



The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly

Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”

And dropping a barbell he points to the sky

Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues



The king of the Philistines his soldiers to save

Puts jawbones on their tombstones and flatters their graves

Puts the pied pipers in prison and fattens the slaves

Then sends them out to the jungle



Gypsy Davey with a blowtorch he burns out their camps

With his faithful slave Pedro behind him he tramps

With a fantastic collection of stamps

To win friends and influence his uncle



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues



The geometry of innocence flesh on the bone

Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown

At Delilah who sits worthlessly alone

But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter



Now I wish I could give Brother Bill his great thrill

I would set him in chains at the top of the hill

Then send out for some pillars and Cecil B. DeMille

He could die happily ever after



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues



Where Ma Rainey and Beethoven once unwrapped their bedroll

Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole

And the National Bank at a profit sells road maps for the soul

To the old folks home and the college



Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain

That could hold you dear lady from going insane

That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain

Of your useless and pointless knowledge



Mama’s in the fact’ry

She ain’t got no shoes

Daddy’s in the alley

He’s lookin’ for the fuse

I’m in the streets

With the tombstone blues

Copyright © 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
  • Current Mood
    sick sick

do not neglect the word of salvation

It is 1:59 PM Tuesday afternoon in the death flow. It is a cloudy overcast day here in West Michigan. The snow is melting due to the warm weather-it is above freezing.

I got up this morning around 6:15 AM. I got up early because I heard Carol coming home from work. Carol is going into work at 6 o'clock PM tonight so a nurse can go to some Christ Mass party. So I got up got a glass of ice water to clear my throat. I am very sick with a Winter cold and a sore throat.

The morning went by in a blur. I did not read anything this morning. I did post a video I made last night this morning. Last night I felt a creative and made two videos for my Booktube channel. We got to be real is my motto.

I dozed this morning and when I woke up I wrote in my paper diary and then decided to an errand and visit a thrift store to look for used books to add to our library. I found these used books today-

'Burnt Shadows' a novel by Kamila Shamsie

'In The Name Of Salome' a novel by Julia Alvarez

'Turner' a biography by James Hamilton

'Bowling Alone: The Collapse And Revival Of American Community' by Robert D. Putnam

Last night I made videos and listened to music. I watched a TV show I had taped and went to bed around Midnight. I woke up around 2:55 AM feeling wasted and sick. I fell back to sleep and then I heard my wife come home from work. Existence keeps decaying full speed!

Before I sat down here to write I was reading 'The Night Ocean' a novel by Paul La Farge. Yesterday I read from these books-

'Schlesinger: The Imperial Historian' biography by Richard Aldous

'The Letters Of Arthur Schlesinger, Jr." Edited by Andrew Schlesinger & David Schlesinger

'Journals 1952-2000' by Arthur M. Schlesinger, Jr.

'The Lonely City: Adventures In The Art Of Being Alone' by Olivia Laing

'The World Broke In Two: Virginia Woolf, T.S. Eliot, D.H. Lawrence, E.M. Forster, and the Year That Changed Literature' by Bill Goldstein

Well I am wasted so I will close to feel very sick. The LORD is good.

"[34] Awake to righteousness, and sin not; for some have not the knowledge of God: I speak this to your shame.
[35] But some man will say, How are the dead raised up? and with what body do they come?
[36] Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened, except it die:
[37] And that which thou sowest, thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain:
[38] But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased him, and to every seed his own body.
[39] All flesh is not the same flesh: but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
[40] There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial: but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another.
[41] There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars: for one star differeth from another star in glory.
[42] So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption:
[43] It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory: it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power:
[44] It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body." 1 Corinthians 15:34-44
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