Saturday, January 5, 2008

"If I Could Only Turn Back the Clock to When God and Her Were Born"

A quick post today:

While driving to the post office, I was listening to "Shelter from the Storm" from Blood on the Tracks by Bob Dylan, and heard this verse:

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've listened to "Shelter" at least 150 times in my life, and even on my listen #151, I said out loud to myself, "What a fucking amazing song."

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