Charles

“Like A Rolling Stone"

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You 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 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 for your next meal

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the 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?

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 the 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 be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they 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 got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited (1965)”
― Bob Dylan, Highway 61 Revisited Sheet Music

“Anyone can lose one fight. –– F.X. Toole, “Million Dollar Baby,” Short story from the collection ROPE BURNS: Stories from the Corner (Ecco, September 5, 2000) Adaped for the screen by Paul Haggis, Directed by Clint Eastwood. Starring Morgan Freeman & Hillary Swank (2004)”
― F.X. Toole, Rope Burns

“Elderly Woman Behind The Counter In A Small Town"

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting familiar, yet I can't seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place
I wish I'd seen the place
But no one's ever taken me

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories, like fingerprints, are slowly raising
Me you wouldn't recall for I'm not my former
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all
Small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see

I just want to scream, "Hello
My god, its been so long, never dreamed you'd return
But now here you are and here I am"
Hearts and thoughts they fade away

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away
Hearts and thoughts they fade

Pearl Jam, Vs (1993)”
― Pearl Jam, Pearl Jam - VS

“Oncoming Traffic"

Tuesday found me, standing on the highway
Seems like no one, no one, was going my way
Was I waiting on the wrong side of the road
I just don't give a damn, which way I go

Tell me where has my faith gone
Has it walked out on me
Or is it still alive somewhere inside of me
Or just too close for my tired eyes to see, yeah

Tell me when, when is my ship gonna come in
I ain't cold, I ain't hungry, gotta little money to spend
But a man cannot live, oh no, on riches alone
He needs love, and friendship, and a home
Or Lord he stands alone

There are so many roads which you may choose
Well some you're bound to win, others you will lose
Lord, but it ain't never been so clear
That it is all, Lord it is all, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Well it is all up to you
All up to you now, baby

Gregg Allman, The Gregg Allman Tour (1974)”
― Gregg Allman