Saturday, September 21, 2019

going into


verse 4 is a mystery..

"Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
Said, "I will fix your rack, if you'll take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute Chester, you know, I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's okay, boy, won't you feed him when you can"
-"The Weight", Robbie Robertson

with a conditional pivot point
why the trepidation,
is Jack a war-like dog?
will "me" ever get a good night's sleep ?
somehow i think not but
it matters not
for verse four is
a great bit of songwriting in spite of or because of it all

why i listen to Dylan
and hey also Buddy Holly

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wobbling, at a typically uneven pace
probably really not that complicated
nothing is

like matter isn't even anywhere
, quantum-wise
we're mostly space

mystery will abide
can't be manufactured
it's been tried
more than once or twice

Buddy sings it so easy
up tempo.. down tempo
it's raining and the weatherman says clear today
maybe baby, but there we go
just enough of  a question to disappear

through a portal on a time ticking line of fate
an off note that's so right on, a twist
busting up predictable increments
diving headlong into incredible predicament

ho hum it's just a tune right? can't be that hard..
some sort of bridge,  maybe a middle eight..






 

























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