Karma is a cat

Anonymous wrote:So, I'm at your house this morning
Just a little after nine
'Cause, it was in Bobcaygeon
Where I saw the constellations reveal themselves
One star at time

Could have been the Willie Nelson
Could have been the wine..

It's the same thing night on night
Who's wrong baby who's right
Another fight and I slam the door on
Another battle in our dirty little war
When I look at myself I don't see
The man I wanted to be
Somewhere along the line I slipped off track

Anonymous wrote:I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra
I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova

I just love seeing all the Bruce lyrics throughout this whole thread. There's no doubt he's the best song writer of the last 50 years.

Even recently, the lyrics from Tucson Train hit hard:

We fought hard over nothing
We fought 'til nothing remained
I've carried that nothing for a long time
Now I carry my operator's license
And spend my days just running this crane
My baby's coming in on the Tucson train

Sunday morning, brings the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind

So, I'm at your house this morning
Just a little after nine
'Cause, it was in Bobcaygeon
Where I saw the constellations reveal themselves
One star at time

Lay Lady Lay. Bob Dylan. Sexiest song ever.

Every day should be a holiday

— Dandy Warhols

I am not throwing away my shot.

We're talking away
I don't know what I'm to say
I'll say it anyway
Today is another day to find you
Shyin' away
Oh, I'll be comin' for your love, okay

We can be heroes, just for one day.

She walked through Hell with a smile

These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break.
These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face
And when you do,
You'll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you.

So guess I got old
I was like trash on the sidewalk
I guess I knew why
Often it's hard to just sweet talk
I was old news to you then
Old news, old news to you.. then

If I’d thought about it I never would’ve done it, I guess I would’ve let it slide
If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me