{"id":163,"date":"2008-01-19T12:10:10","date_gmt":"2008-01-19T12:10:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/littleindian.awmyth.net\/2008\/01\/19\/freedom-when-nothings-left-to-lose\/"},"modified":"2008-09-15T20:44:50","modified_gmt":"2008-09-15T20:44:50","slug":"freedom-when-nothings-left-to-lose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/littleindian.awmyth.net\/?p=163","title":{"rendered":"freedom – when nothings left to lose"},"content":{"rendered":"

Where did my freedom go?
\nMy free spirit.<\/p>\n

Now caged within bars of
\ndeep prejudices, dishonesty and untruths.<\/p>\n

When days are spent dreaming of a world truly free.<\/p>\n

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Mr Tambourine man – Bob Dylan<\/h2>\n

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
\nI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
\nHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
\nIn the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.<\/p>\n

Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand,
\nVanished from my hand,
\nLeft me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
\nMy weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet,
\nI have no one to meet
\nAnd the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.<\/p>\n

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship,
\nMy senses have been stripped, my hands can’t feel to grip,
\nMy toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
\nTo be wanderin’.
\nI’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
\nInto my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
\nI promise to go under it.<\/p>\n

Though you might hear
\nlaughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
\nIt’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
\nAnd but for the sky there are no fences facin’.
\nAnd if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
\nTo your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind,
\nI wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
\nSeein’ that he’s chasing.<\/p>\n

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
\nDown the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
\nThe haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
\nFar from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
\nYes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
\nSilhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
\nWith all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
\nLet me forget about today until tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
\nI’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.
\nHey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
\nIn the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Take me to a place where the clock-hands can go backwards.<\/span>
\nAnywhere or anywhen, this world or beyond,
\nthis universe or the next
\nor an xth<\/sup> dimension.
\nPlease?<\/p>\n