Seeds of a longer post on Bob Dylan

Spirit on the Water

Bob Dylan

Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can't hardly sleep

I'm traveling by land
Traveling through the dawn of the day
You're always on my mind
I can't stay away

I'd forgotten about you
Then you turned up again
I always knew
That we were meant to be more than friends

When you are near
It's just as plain as it can be
I'm wild about you, gal
You ought to be a fool about me

Can't explain
The sources of this hidden pain
You burned your way into my heart
You got the key to my brain

I've been trampling through mud
Praying to the powers above
I'm sweating blood
You got a face that begs for love

Life without you
Doesn't mean a thing to me
If I can't have you
I'll throw my love into the deep blue sea

Sometimes I wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
Then you do wrong all night

When you're with me
I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
What does it matter
What price I pay

They're braggin' about your sugar
Brag about it all over town
Put some sugar in my bowl
I feel like laying down

I'm as pale as a ghost
Holding a blossom on a stem
You ever seen a ghost? no
But you've heard of them

I see you there
I'm blinded by the colors I see
I take good care
Of what belongs to me

I hear your name
Ringing up and down the line
I'm saying it plain
These ties are strong enough to bind

Now your sweet voice
Calls out from some old familiar shrine
I got no choice
Can't believe these things would ever fade from your mind

I could live forever
With you perfectly
You don't ever
Have to make a fuss over me

From East to West
Ever since the world began
I only mean it for the best
I want to be with you any way I can

I been in a brawl
Now I'm feeling the wall
I'm going away baby
I won't be back 'til fall

High on the hill
You can carry all my thoughts with you
You've numbed my will
This love could tear me in two

I wanna be with you in paradise
And it seems so unfair
I can't go to paradise no more
I killed a man back there

You think I'm over the hill
You think I'm past my prime
Let me see what you got
We can have a whoppin' good time.

 "THE DICTATOR", BASTIAN BALTHAZAR BUX, BOB DYLAN, BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME, CHARLIE CHAPLIN,GHOSTS, SPIRIT ON THE WATER, THE NEVERENDING STORY, THE NEVERENDING TOUR, THICH NHAT HANH, TRIPLICATE

Introduction / Double self-portrait

INTRODUCTION

In December of 1966, I met R on the beach at Half Moon Bay, California. We had both just turned 17 years old, and we discovered that we had been born within 24 hours of each other. We both liked Bob Dylan's music. R loaned me his copy of the lyrics from the album "Blonde on Blonde," which had been released in the spring of 1966 ...

In January of 1970, he left for Vietnam, convinced that he could not obtain conscientious objector status and not wanting to go to prison or to Canada. We made a commitment to write a letter to each other every day and kept that commitment. He arrived home on December 8, 1970, in the early hours of the morning, but in some ways he never returned from Vietnam. We lived together for five turbulent and bewildering months and then separated, remaining friends. He asked to see me before he died in a VA hospital in April of 2008. It was 38 years after he had returned from Vietnam, 42 years after we first had walked together at Half Moon Bay. All of the following art work and poetry is, in one way or another, the result of R's presence and absence in my life.

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