greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
greygirlbeast
greygirlbeast

surgical tape, Band-Aids, and Bob Dylan

I've been meaning, for weeks, to post something poetical for National Poe'tree Month, and here the month is almost history. But. First. My broken glasses, or how to go from geek to nerd in two easy steps!







Anyway...

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out, the saints are comin' through,
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers; better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
Your empty-handed armies are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind; something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew.
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.


— Bob Dylan (1965)

Now, where's my slide rule.
Tags: bob dylan, broken glasses, poe'tree
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