ST107 ... 'It's All Over Now, Baby Blue' Bob Dylan

You must leave now.... something's calling you....

A need to move on, thru the wrecked streets of modern man. Biologic war everywhere, modified genetics of our sacred plants, dismembered minds of animals, human thought embedded into machines - altered then replaced back into the brain. This world is crazy, man has fallen into the depths of insane control strangling the love of the heart into a clear unnatural structure of hell. The saints are bending their truth into solid steel, apparent perfect conclusions, a science, a false god, a way towards the death of the soul of man. Our earth, our mother, the waters of life entangling sterile molecules into new life forms absent of love; respect, sincerity, caring found dead in its treads.

I will weave another web into my last days where as i will expand the sacred spirit as wide and as far as the last galaxy of the last universe of the last god. To sit upon the way where nothing can destroy this love, the master of all, the foundation, the perfect unwavering light of life, the consciousness of one…. the ultimate pure mystery of soul, a one god of many.

My last brother has just gone there. I will wait my turn. I am moving to a quiet sea side land where i will live out my life, exiled, in solitude, in peace with the waters, the land, the foreign peoples and their ways. I will watch. I will care and respect their nature. I will be….. it's all over now, here, baby blue.

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time disintegrates…

I've listened to this song a million times and like any other great poetic piece of work, it grabs you by the throat. Many a time on my exit from one scene to another i would re-play this song and let it smother my brain. It doesn't matter what colour your eyes see, you can get thru, it's all over now here, baby blue.

When you see the sailors seasick, the empty handed painters, even your lover is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. The sky is falling over the edge, you better grab what you want fast, your empty stranded armies, the vagabonds, the dead, none of them will follow you. You know the scene, you once wore those clothes, strike another match, start anew, something's calling you, it's the end of the line, thru, over now, baby blue. The scream of an eerie harmonica playing with the gamblers and the saints, like a fire in the sun, an orphan with a gun, you're done, it's over, it's all over now baby blue.

"It's All Over Now, Baby Blue"

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
The 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 going home
Your lover who just walked out the 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, there something a-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

“forever young, may you stay”….

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