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Days.

This was a Dylan day

Full of romance and

Mysticism

I sang along

With blood in my eyes

And wandered at

The women I have 

Loved

And would we still

Be together

If I was Bob Dylan

And was

Forever young. 

 

And tomorrow was 

A day of anger

And hate

And I sat in my car

And shouted

Punk

Rancid songs 

Out loud

At pedestrians

And driving 

Incompetents

Oi Oi.

 

Yesterday was 

Tom Waits day

The day of metaphors 

And lots and lots 

Of words that I

Wished I could

Write

About my 

Wild years

And my mind was 

Free

As I sang to 

The rest of the

World through wet

Wiped windows 

On a slow traffic day

Downtown.

 

 

 

 

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◄ Stranger things

To the drum. ►

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Various

Mon 23rd May 2016 18:49

Thank you Alexandra and Laura... not really a pome more the rantings and homage of a sad fanboy.

Music does define us in so many ways though.
Without Joe Strummer would I understand the Sandinista.

Without the power of music would those of us have turned up to throw rocks and hate at the National Front?

How would I drive a hundred miles with only my own mind for company!

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Laura Taylor

Mon 23rd May 2016 15:01

Love this poem Phil. My fella played Forever Young on his guitar at two of our dear friends' funerals, and changed a couple of lines each time to make it especially for them. I can't listen to it without thinking of them now.

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Alexandra Parapadakis

Sat 21st May 2016 16:31

This is great!!

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Various

Sat 21st May 2016 11:05

Haha thanks David. Yes love of music is a great thing. I did play "Singapore" over a ships PA system as we sailed for Singapore one cold night in Philly.

I wish there was a measure of cultural contribution... how many people propose to a tune, or use words to symbolise a love or hatred... Name a child... The classic and most telling example of the power of music and words and of course the funeral... who hasn't "picked" a song... "Freebird" obvious but understandable.

We played "forever young" "Days Like This" and "Voodoo Chile" for Davids.

I did attend an unfortunate crematorium event where they played "Smoke Gets in Your Eyes".


Thank you for you lovely comments again David. Always a pleasure.

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