Life without meaning is merely existing.
When I was in my teens I began to question things. I was critical of my parents’ life; my Dad was submerged in his work; my Mum looked after us and the house, enjoyed talking and did a lot of caring for others, but I did not see a lot of meaning in their existence. I was in search of something more.
I was not too impressed with religion (my parents never went to church. My Dad did not think about it and my Mum was a spiritualist). Christianity didn’t hold a lot of meaning for me. I saw too many people paying lip-service to it. I saw it being used for power. I saw people looking to satisfy their own fear of death and a purposeless life by believing in some afterlife – heaven and paradise. It was a prop for a meaningless life.
It all seemed far too human-centric to me. Jesus the son of god? Jesus coming back? God just appearing to Moses, Jesus and Mohamed up mountains, in wildernesses or in caves with nobody there. God being some ‘being’ who was interested in us – humans on a tiny planet in a mediocre galaxy. God as a person. The idea of heaven and hell. All far too human.
To be honest it seemed a bit puerile and simplistic.
So in my teens I went on a search for meaning. I, influenced by Kerouac, went investigating Zen and Buddhism and Eastern mysticism. I followed that up with other forms of mysticism and shamanism. It was all going beautifully but then I had an experience that forced me to see that I was playing at it and it was unlikely that there was an intrinsic meaning to anything. Everything just was. It was merely the arrogance of humans that demanded that we had to be the centre of everything and be important. It was human to say there had to be a beginning end and purpose. We created gods and religions to fulfil our needs – nothing more.
After that I started looking for purpose instead of meaning.
We could create purpose. I found purpose in teaching, loving, friendship, appreciating nature, family, reading, travelling, photography, art, architecture, history, social improvement, caring for others and the environment, and above all – writing.
I still idealistically believed that we can make the world a better place and a richer experience and that striving for that gives purpose. I believe that creating something is satisfying on a deep level and that one can immerse oneself in wonder and awe at the universe, the mind, philosophy, life and the strivings of human beings.
I am happiest with animals. I am lost in sunsets or a good book. I get enjoyment out of food, thought, drama, film and talk. I am enraptured by trees, rocks, landscapes and the stars. I like excitement.
I don’t think I ever found that meaning I so confidently set off to discover in my teens – but I have certainly packed in a lot of discovery, fun, fulfilment, love, wonder and awe.
I fill my life with purpose, idealism, appreciation and love. That has to be enough.
Having a purpose gives meaning to life.
Beautiful.
Still searching.
You’ve already found the meaning: to have purpose, and to find happiness
Sounds good to me!
What the philosophers and theologians are you about any deeper meaning. The only true meaning for the average person is to live the best way they know how
When I was young I wanted full understanding of the universe and life – nothing less.
When we are young, we want everything and nothing less. In all things. As we get older, we realize we can’t have everything we wanted, and it makes us sad. But as we get even older, we realize we have everything we wanted as a kid and more – it just doesn’t look the way we expected it to look. You may not have the formal definition of the meaning of life, but you have love, family, memories, and a life. What if that’s all there is as far as the meaning. If it’s true, you found the meaning of life without actually looking for it. And if you’re still not satisfied, you can always watch the meaning of life by Monty Python 🤣😂
Love that film!! Whatever we have; we always want more! I guess I wanted to find that the answer to life was some mystical magic that connected us all into a great nirvanic understanding of the universe, life and everything. I discovered that it wasn’t and that’s a disappointment.
“was some mystical magic that connected us all into a great nirvanic understanding of the universe, life and everything.”
It’s called love.
Lol – maybe! If so – I have that! I’m not sure that it gives me the answers I was looking for – the all-encompassing connection between quarks and black holes.
Quarks? The bar on DS9?
That might just be the answer to life!!
If so, that easy. Quark had a specialty drink he served rarely called the Black Hole.
Life works in mysterious ways!! My brain seems to be going down a black hole!! I think I need another drink!!
You get a black hole, I’ll grab a Samaritan Sunset. After, we can hit up the replomat!
(I know this is really geeky lol)
Sounds great!!! Rip it up!!
I wish Quarks was still a thing. Someone actually created it many moons ago, I forget where, and it was a pretty cool idea. However, they picked an area with few Trekkies and therefore it wasn’t a hit and closed. Woulda loved to go just to see, ya know?
If only we could go back to visit places from the past. My list would be very long.
Me too. I would love to see the original hanging gardens
I like hanging around gardens! I think I’d go back and see the Beatles and Hendrix and catch some of those early Roy Harper gigs at Les Cousins. I’d like to have seen Elvis before he broke big.
I allowed my fantasies in that direction to explode in my Blues Muse book. That’s pretty much what it’s about!
If you can figure out how to see the Beatles and Elvis gimme a call. I’m totally down.
But I meant the hanging gardens of Babylon. They’re just the bonus though – the real point would be going to Babylon!
I would – but I’m stuck on this train!!
Still? You were so busy spying you forgot to follow her off, didn’t you”?
The thing is that I took it over! I’m driving it now!! I always wanted to be a train driver!! TOOOOOTTTT!!! TOOOOOOTTTT!!!
Well, make sure those bastards have to buy a new ticket (at a 5000% price hike) every stop.
I’m heading full speed for the gulch with the broken bridge!! They won’t need a ticket!!
Make sure you jump in time!!!
I’m strapping dynamite on!! I’m gonna make sure these suckers pay for the mess they’ve created!!! I think I might be getting a trifle manic.
Maybe a smidge. Drop the dynamite. Put it behind their seats, AND JUMP!
OK!! I can see the bridge with the broken span. I’m on the roof!! I can see the river. I’m offfffffffffffffffffff!
YAY!!!!! My the train blow to bits and you swim safely ashore!
Just woke up Marla. That was some crazy dream!!
You were asleep for days! I’m glad you got a lot of rest though 🤣😂
Super rested!! And so glad you got me on the wrong train!!
Well, sometimes the wrong train was the right one all along. [nerd alert] as Idris (the TARDIS in human form when speaking with the Doctor on a similar subject:
Doctor: You didn’t always take me where I wanted to go.
Idres: No, but I always took you where you needed to go.
“Aw, come on, now
You know you know about my debutante”
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want”
OMG! 💪💪 Nice!!!!!!!!! 💜💜 Perfect choice for this convo….just perfect! but thankfully, neither of us are crying!
I hope not!! Lol.
Well, how can we when the world us is so magical: Shakespeare is wearing pointed shoes with bells, the sun’s not yellow it’s chicken, when she’s 68 but says she’s 54, he walks in carrying on his shoulder a siamese cat, and we have a thousand telephones that don’t ring? Life is funny, and though it may take a lot, it’s worth all the laughter.
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
” I walked by a Guernsey cow”
“You won’t hear me complain”
“I’ve been to the mountain and I’ve been in the wind”
That’s because:
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
Man in a trench coat badge out laid off days he’s got a bad cough lookout kid don’t matter what you did
Woah… I LOVE this song and haven’t had an opportunity to recite it in forever. THANK YOU! So many great lines!!!!
Get sick, get well, hang around the ink-well
And you better stay away from those that carry ‘round a fire hose
You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!
It always makes me homesick for the underground!
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road
So many thoughts
My head just might explode.
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road
So many thoughts
My head just might explode.
he now steps to the road
ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
while my conscience explodes
I’m a-thinkin’ and a-wond’rin’ all the way down
On the dark side of the road
So many thoughts
My head just might explode.
he now steps to the road
ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
while my conscience explodes
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me.
While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me.
While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me.
While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
OOO you reused lyrics!
My memory erodes
And the universe implodes
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse
An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
The brave front line heroes
The doctor, teacher, shopkeeper and nurse
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
It could even be the sword
But the handmade blade
And the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand
You know too soon
There is no sense in trying!
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me.
While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
I replied to this but I guess it became too many characters.
It came through OK!
The second time. I had to cut out part of it
I wonder why that was? WordPress I guess.
Probably a rule that once a comment gets that long it should be a post LOL
WordPress certainly has a lot of annoying quirks.
Yes, but then again, we could just start a post on one of our sites and every time someone adds, we add to it. It probably would be more to WP’s liking than a 9000 word comment LOL
Give it a whirl Marla!
How did I get the assignment?? LOL
You volunteered!
No I didn’t! I said ONE OF US…there are TWO OF US!
OK – I’ll throw dice for it. Mine’s a double six!
Double 12!! (Before you tell me I couldnt’ have gotten that, you didn’t say we couldn’t use 27 sided dice!)
OK – I’ll cut cards for it!! Ace high – I’ve got four!
4 Jokers – wild cards. Beat the Ace.
Best of three!
Pick your poison 😂
Ballistic missiles at ten paces!!
You sure you want a ballistic missile? Even at 10 paces it would most likely go over my head, and the recoil would be agony. But if you insist, I’m sure I can find my quasi ballistic missile that I’ve stashed around here…. they prefer to work in lower altitudes, so it would go straight for you rather than up-up-and-away!
On the other hand I could just be gallant and give sway?
that’s gallant? You could be gallant and put them all together since they are all over the place! LOL
I’m not very good at that!
Neither am I.
Ok. I’ll tell you what. Lets work together. as we find our comments, we link to them and put them all in one place. Then *I* will be the hero of the day and try to figure out the order that we posted them and put them together. Them from that point forward, we continue our unique song on that post, and I will move the newer parts up to add to the song that we’re writing. How does that sound?
That sounds brilliant. You are a hero!
You have to do the finding though! I’m not able to focus for that long. I’ll get distracted and start writing or something. It’s just how my brain is. I can put the information together and figure out what fits where because that’s a creative aspect of how my brain works, but finding them would make me scream.
How would I go about that??????
what do you mean?
I’m inept, useless, manipulative.
You are none of those things. Which you can prove to a woman that believes the best in you to be true, by collecting all the comments LOL
Heavens – you do drive a hard bargain!!
I will take that as a compliment. Thank you!
You’re welcome. I’ll have a look tomorrow!!
Thank you. I can’t wait to see what we’ve gotten so far!
It’ll be long!!
Do I ever seem to mind anything that’s long? Geesh. I could be responding to a three word comment and turn it into a paragraph! 😂🤣
Lol!!!
You act like you don’t know me at all 🙄
But you know about my debutante
She knows just what you need.
Find me the pages where the comments are on, send me the link to them. If you’re on the internet there’ sactualy a way to link to speific comments as well.
There are thousands!!
However, all of the comments that we did back and forth on this particular post, I cannot see. I just have an icon that says 112 comments and it won’t open to show me the comments. You could see them. So you could literally just copy and paste them into a comment to me on something I’ll set up now, so i can get them and put them all together.
Alright then.
Thank you!
I’m on it!
https://marladragon.wordpress.com/2021/07/13/a-strange-collaboration/
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
‘Neath the bed where we slept.
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
‘Neath the bed where we slept.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
Ain’t it clear?
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
But Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
When you think that you’ve lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I’m just going down the road feeling bad
Tryin’ to get to heaven before they close the door
Knock-knock-knockin’ on heaven’s door
Baby, caught between heaven and hell
I’m a man of constant sorrow
I’ve seen trouble all my days
But something is going on here
And you don’t know what it is.
This is the story of the Hurricane.
Everybody must get stoned!
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
My senses have been stripped
My hands can’t feel to grip
My toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky too is fallin’ in over you
And it’s all over now, baby blue
I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
The vows that we kept are now broken and swept
‘Neath the bed where we slept.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
Ain’t it clear?
the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
They never did like mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
When finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
But outside in the distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
The wind began to howl
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they’re trying to blow it up
But me I expected it to happen
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end
Come to me, mama
Ease my money crisis now
I need something to support me.
While Hollis Brown
He lived on the outside of town
With his wife and five children
And his cabin fallin’ down.
You looked for work and money
And you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry
That they don’t know how to smile
So Ramona
Come closer
Shut softly your watery eyes
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise
Baby, please stop crying
You know, I know, the sun will always shine
sometimes I’m in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
Oh babe, I’m in the mood for you
Lily took her dress off and buried it away
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you in the night
He kind of looks like Ed Sheeran. And sounds like if bob dylan and tom petty blended their voices together perfectly and then decided to sing as country as possible with a bluesy 12 string, and there’s a touch of John Lennon when his voice gets a little deeper, usually right before the country twang in the back of his throat.
I’ve never heard tthis before, and I like it.
I love it.
What that description or the song?
Both.
I quite enjoyed the song as well. I made my dad listen (we have very similar tastes). He liked it, and then i told him what itold you above (he always makes fun of those comparisons that I get in my head), and he cut me off and was like, “absolutely! You’ve hit the nail on the head! If Barbara Streisand had an illegitimate love child with Leonard Cohen and then mixed his voice with the voice of Taylor Swift and Mick Jagger and Buddy Holly played the Glockenspiel, that’s exactly what this song sounds like!” He then cracked up at his own joke, and when he was finished he told me to continue and so i told him what I wrote above (no interruption from him) and I played it again. He said he just hears someone who’s trying to sound like Dylan. 🤷♀️ To each their own. But I enjoyed it immensely, especially hearing all those different sounds blended together as I described.
Sounds like a good relationship you’ve got going there with your Dad.
Yes. I was blessed to have a good relationship with both my parents, although they created me to be just as bonkers as I am LOL
That helps!
Yes. Psycho parents help create psychos… it’s a beautiul cycle of life 🤣😂
Nurture over nature.
Also nature over nurture – sometimes psychos pass on the psycho genes. You have no chance if your parents are both psycho and have the psycho gene AND are psychos too. you end up just a bit psycho yourself LOL
I’m not sure how much is genetic! Violence and trauma breed psycho!
Depends on your definition of psycho. Psycho homicidal maniac, maybe. But crazy enough that people on the outside think that you’re a loon is mostly genetic LOL
I’ll reply to the other in a second, but I wanted to give you this so you can answer…I am soooo curious now!
https://marladragon.wordpress.com/2021/06/14/bob-dylan-song-titles-everyone/
That was difficult!
it’s a very difficult thing to limit it when you know so much
I find all limits frustrating!
Yes they are