A writer must “know and have an ever-present consciousness that this world is a world of fools and rogues… tormented with envy, consumed with vanity; selfish, false, cruel, cursed with illusions… He should free himself of all doctrines, theories, etiquettes, politics…” —Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914?). “The nobility of the writer's occupation lies in resisting oppression, thus in accepting isolation” —Albert Camus (1913-1960). “What are you gonna do” —Bertha Brown (1895-1987).
Simple Twist of Fate by Bob Dylan (Sung & Played by Aidan Bryden)
They sat together in the park As the evening sky grew dark She looked at him and he felt a spark, tingle to his bones ’Twas then he felt alone, and wished that he’d gone straight And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal A little confused, I remember well And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright He felt the heat of the night that hit him like a freight train Movin’ with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played As she was walkin’ by the arcade As the light bust through a beat-up shade, where he was wakin’ up, She dropped a coin into the cup, of a blind man at the gate And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare He couldn’t see her anywhere He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide Felt an emptiness inside, to which he just could not relate Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks And walks along with a parrot that talks Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait Once more for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it’s a sin To know and feel too much within I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring She was born in spring, oh, but I was born too late Blame it on a simple twist of fate
Simple Twist of Fate by Bob Dylan
ReplyDelete(Sung & Played by Aidan Bryden)
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark
She looked at him and he felt a spark, tingle to his bones
’Twas then he felt alone, and wished that he’d gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin’ bright
He felt the heat of the night that hit him like a freight train
Movin’ with a simple twist of fate
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin’ by the arcade
As the light bust through a beat-up shade, where he was wakin’ up,
She dropped a coin into the cup, of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate
He woke up, the room was bare
He couldn’t see her anywhere
He told himself he didn’t care, pushed the window open wide
Felt an emptiness inside, to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailors all come in
Maybe she’ll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate
People tell me it’s a sin
To know and feel too much within
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring
She was born in spring, oh, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate