My OperaHey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Wednesday, October 14, 2009 1:44:12 PM
Take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind.
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted frightened trees,
Out to the windy bench,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted frightened trees,
Out to the windy bench,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
Wake the fuck up.
We gotta meet up soon.
I sure hope you got those oxys
If not don't bother playing that song I always ask you for.
I'm pretty much to the point where forgetting about today ain't working anymore because tomorrow has a decent chance of actually being worse than today, so what's the point?. Oh, but then tomorrow will be today once tomorrow comes. So if I forget about today again, everything will be cool. All right, I think I get it.
It's kinda like proof by math induction that it is possible to forget about the rest of your life. (Lest you think I'm some kind of math wiz, take heed: that's about the most complex proof I can handle.)
