September 19th, 2021

Thirsty Boots (Unreleased, Self Portrait)



You've long been on
The open road,
Sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words
And muddy cells,
Your clothes
Are smeared and stained
But the dirty words and muddy cells
Will soon be judged insane
So only stop to rest yourself
Til you are off again
()
And take off
Your thirsty boots and stay
For a while
Your feet are hot and weary
From a dusty mile
And maybe I can
Make you laugh, maybe I can try
I'm just lookin' for the evening
The morning in your eyes
(2)
But tell me of the ones you saw
As far as you could see
Across the plain from fields
To town a-marchin' to be free
And of the rusted prison gates
That tumbled by decree
Like laughin' children one by one
They looked like you and me
()
So take off
Your thirsty boots and stay
For a while
Your feet are hot and weary
From a dusty mile
And maybe I can
Make you laugh, maybe I can try
I'm just lookin' for the evening
And the morning in your eyes
(3)
I know you are no stranger down
The crooked rainbow trails
From dancing cliff-edged
Shattered sills of slander
Shackled jails
For the voices drift up from
Below as the walls are being scaled
Yes, all of this and more, my friends
Your song shall not be failed
()
So take off
Your thirsty boots and stay
For a while
Your feet are hot and weary
From a dusty mile
And maybe I can
Make you laugh, maybe I can try
I'm just lookin' for the evening
The morning in your eyes
(1)
Yes, you've long been on
The open road,
Just sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words
And muddy cells,
Your clothes
Are smeared and stained
But the dirty words and muddy
Cells will soon
Be hid in shame
So only stop to rest yourself
Til you'll be off again
()
So take off
Your thirsty boots and stay
For a while
Your feet are hot and weary
From a dusty mile
And maybe I can
Make you laugh, maybe I can try
I'm just lookin' for the evening
The morning in your eyes
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Eric Andersen
  • Current Mood
    hopeful hopeful

mystical death

It is exactly 12 o'clock Noon Sunday here in West Michigan. It is 75 degrees and sunny this afternoon. It has been predicted to be a hot day. Carol should be home from church anytime. She is late getting home because it was her turn to clean up after church service coffee time. I was down in the lower level dozing for awhile when I felt a need to move. I am not feeling well today. Something is not right today. I feel slightly sick. I started feeling sick inside last night. I suppose I should not expect to always feel good inside. It was a nice stretch of feeling good and now maybe it is going to be week of feeling sick. Weird how ones fluctuate. Maybe I am not feeling saintly due to not seeking holiness more intensely?

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM. I got up and made for Carol and I a pot of oatmeal for breakfast. After breakfast Carol read Tripp and then we prayed.

Carol and I took a walk before she left for church this morning. I spent the morning basically doing nothing. I was too sick and tired to read anything this morning. Last night after Carol went to bed I read late into the night from a book titled, 'The Red Count-The Life and Times of Harry Kessler' by Laird McLeod Easton.

I suppose there is not much else to report this afternoon. I did read off on last night and this morning a little from a book titled, 'Christian Ascetism' By Anselm Stolz, OSB.

It is new week and I have to call our dentist tomorrow, because last night one of my lower left tooth cracked and piece of it disappeared(I must of swallowed the piece of my cracked tooth). I also to have my teeth checked and cleaned before all my teeth crumble. I am an old man and ones teeth do not last for long.

Qoh.12
[1] Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;
[2] While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:
[3] In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,
[4] And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;
[5] Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:
[6] Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
[7] Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
[8] Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

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    Bob Dylan 'Another Self Portrait (1969-1971) The Bootleg Series Vo. 10'