freedom – when nothings left to lose
Where did my freedom go?
My free spirit.
Now caged within bars of
deep prejudices, dishonesty and untruths.
When days are spent dreaming of a world truly free.
Mr Tambourine man – Bob Dylan
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.Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
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.Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ 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 wanderin’.
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.Though you might hear
laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.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.
Take me to a place where the clock-hands can go backwards.
Anywhere or anywhen, this world or beyond,
this universe or the next
or an xth dimension.
Please?
earthpal said this on January 19th, 2008 at 20:12
Little Indian, good song choice. I love those lyrics – fine poetry.
“Dreaming of a world truly free.”
Don’t stop dreaming.
Jane said this on January 20th, 2008 at 16:02
“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”
Langston Hughes
littleindian said this on January 20th, 2008 at 17:03
thanks earthie,
sorry didn’t respond earlier.
I am not a regular blogger anymore, fairly disillusioned.
That is all that I do these days.
Dreaming of ifs.
littleindian said this on January 20th, 2008 at 17:08
Hello Jane, old friend.
Its been ages.
I am so happy to read
two comments from my two special friends.
Sometimes I think I should stop dreaming, reality is so starkly different, but then unknowingly I am back in the dream mode.
Probably still keeping me alive.
earthpal said this on January 23rd, 2008 at 09:40
Did you watch the BBC Nature programme last weekend called Earth pilgrim? If you didn’t, you can still watch it online (link below). I think you will love it Little Indian. It’s about an Indian man who became a Jain monk before making a peace walk across the earth against nuclear weapons.
And it shows some wonderful images of your beloved birds.
It restored some of my faith in humanity.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/page/item/b008s1g0.shtml?filter=txdate%3A18-01&filter=txslot%3Aevening&scope=iplayerlast7days&start=2&version_pid=b008s1f3
littleindian said this on January 24th, 2008 at 12:28
Thanks earthie,
I will surely watch it.
the7new7ramanujan said this on February 7th, 2008 at 12:32
hope in the only good thing left in the pandora’s box. and dreams beckon hope. dont stop dreaming. after all, i believe, great visionary = great dreamer.