Sunday, November 25, 2007


I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead;

I just need some place where I can lay my head.

"Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?"

He just grinned and shook my hand, and "No!", was all he said.

(lyrics from "The Weight," by Robbie Robertson, aka J.R. Robertson, 1968)

(chalk pastel drawing from 1982, "Self-Portrait of an Old Friend as a Young Man," by Old Girl Of The North Country)

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