From the movie " I'm not there":
'People are always talking about freedom. Freedom to live a certain way, without being kicked around. Course the more you live a certain way, the less it feels like freedom. Me, uhm, I can change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else. I don't know who I am most of the time.'
'It's hard not to go to Hell.There's so many distractions,so many influences.Start walking right and pretty soon,there's someone gonna drag you down.Sure as we're living,sure as we're born,look up,look up.'
I can't believe that for the first time ever, I listed to Bob Dylan. Listened to his lyrics. Drowned in the riot of his words.
Today I also realized what a snake I've become. Why do I feel the need to speak all the time? pointless words? stabs in the dark. Exaggerations at life. I need to step back. Take time out. Think before I say. Always speak kindly of others, and if you can't don't speak at all.
I cancelled my practice today with the guitarist. Think he's had a enough of this flaky insecure soul. I have no commitment. I have no goal. Now I'm giving up the one thing that makes me happy. But did it make me happy?
I stood on balcony and watched a cigarette burn...like my day.
Listen. Please listen and be smart. Be kind....remember to be kind. Words are not always necessary.
I've been running most days. It has been so necessary. I need a goal. I need to follow the sound of the tambourine, back to who I've always been x
'People are always talking about freedom. Freedom to live a certain way, without being kicked around. Course the more you live a certain way, the less it feels like freedom. Me, uhm, I can change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else. I don't know who I am most of the time.'
'It's hard not to go to Hell.There's so many distractions,so many influences.Start walking right and pretty soon,there's someone gonna drag you down.Sure as we're living,sure as we're born,look up,look up.'
I can't believe that for the first time ever, I listed to Bob Dylan. Listened to his lyrics. Drowned in the riot of his words.
Today I also realized what a snake I've become. Why do I feel the need to speak all the time? pointless words? stabs in the dark. Exaggerations at life. I need to step back. Take time out. Think before I say. Always speak kindly of others, and if you can't don't speak at all.
I cancelled my practice today with the guitarist. Think he's had a enough of this flaky insecure soul. I have no commitment. I have no goal. Now I'm giving up the one thing that makes me happy. But did it make me happy?
I stood on balcony and watched a cigarette burn...like my day.
Listen. Please listen and be smart. Be kind....remember to be kind. Words are not always necessary.
I've been running most days. It has been so necessary. I need a goal. I need to follow the sound of the tambourine, back to who I've always been x
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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