232 Image-Content of the Day 2018/10/13
232 Image-Content of the Day 2018/10/13 of-by patrick wey https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day 'And but for the sky there are no fences facin' Mr Tamborine Man by Bob Dylan If John Lennons 'Imagine' is the Natural Anthem then surely 'Mr Tamborine Man' is the Psychedelic Anthem. We traveled from one town to the next, there was nothing to stop us, we had love on our side, 'And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming'. With our freedom set into the night we traveled into the dark with the unknown as our strength and the roadless way as our guide.
'And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time It's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seein' that he's chasing'
With our boot heals hittin the desert dust and our eyes wide across the city tar we went where no man had, into the fury of change, the very core of our brains straight thru the tunnel beyond reason, beyond thought into the mystery of mystery itself. Lsd, weed, tools to excavate the mind, the depth of sin eliminated the gates of heaven revealed.
'And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted, frightened trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach Of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today Until tomorrow'
I grabbed my thumb from my pocket and headed out into the road. I hitched up and down the coast across desert sands and felt that place inside that soft easy space where nothing matters much, truth riding in the wind. In the mid sixties you could stumble across a laid away town in the middle of the west with a few long hairs hanging around some street corner and you could sense immediately if the vibe was cool and if their home was your home. There was a code, free for no reason, bound to end. Fences had come down, walls disintegrated, eyes like a morning flower opened to the sunlit truth but there was a harsh wind awaiting and about to blow hard across the nation. I remember those days when the division was simple, long hair / short, straight / cool, drop out or established fool. The world was falling all around, dreams circling the circus sands and we wanted off, wanted out, wanted more. 'Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you' The way turned bent whirled curved but a few remember, a few still sit alone in the cafes of heaven, ponder back over the terrains that never die. Fences fading drifting into eternity love named burning into flaming skies. Image coloured-jel created in the late 60's sandwiched to a fence image of the 90's, writing oct. 2018 along with Dylans Mr. Tamborine Man 1964https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeP4FFr88SQ
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