Dylan Break.

Taking my lunch break today, I found myself needing a break from my break.  I've overcome my fear of eating alone here lately, and enjoy my surroundings of people running around in business suits while feverishly looking at their wrist watches.  As I was waiting for my number to be yelled out at the deli, I found a high table and let my mind zone out into the sea of busy faces and telling watches.  My ears perked  as I heard Dylan's voice overpower the swarming conversations of spread sheets and data "Once upon a time you dressed so fine" my internal sound chord was struck. 


The Truman Show was a great movie and I find it resurfacing my brain from time to time, causing me to wonder if it's is all just a stage.  Today at 12:15, I thought the universe had found my anthem and decided to hit me with it on my lunch break.  [I know I promised to steer clear of the copy and paste feature, during the duration of this blog... but hey, it's these exact lyrics I'll need to re-visit when I overcome whatever this is I'm going through]

Once upon a time you dressed so fine,

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall,"

You thought they were all a’kiddin' you.

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out.

Now you don't talk so loud,

Now you don't seem so proud,

About having to be scrounging your next meal.

How does it feel ?

How does it feel ?

To be without a home ?

Like a complete unknown ?

Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,

But you know you only used to get “juiced” in it.

Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street,

And now you're gonna have to get used to it.

You say you never compromise

With a mystery tramp, but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say, “Do you want to make a deal? 

How does it feel ?

How does it feel ?

To be on your own ?

With no direction home ?

A complete unknown ?

Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns

When they all did tricks for you.

You never understood that it ain't no good,

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at 

After he took from you everything he could steal ?

How does it feel ?

How does it feel ?

To have ya’ on your own ?

With no direction home ?

Like a complete unknown ?

Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they’ve got it made.

Exchanging all precious gifts, 

But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used.

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse.

When you ain’t got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose

You're invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel ?

Aw, how does it feel ?

To be on your own ?

With no direction home ?

Like a complete unknown ?

Like a rolling stone ?

Youtube is an amazing tool- but sometimes seeing the words in-front of your face- is all the brain really needs. And a good night's rest.