Monthly Archives: February 2014

Nuclear Dreams

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Nuclear dreams, explode across my mind, are we out of time?
Children screaming, mothers weeping, at the end of the line.

The broken doorways, no more homes for the weary,
In the barren wasteland dreary, and there’s
No more tomorrow, for the dreams I was chasing,
Guess my time, all was wasted on a dream.

I watched the world, go up in flames, outside my window,
I saw the people, all fade away, where did they go?

I saw the cloud, rising higher in the air,
When the sun, exploded in the
Sky, no time to wonder where to run to,
Where to go, only time to wonder why?

Nuclear dreams, though I try to stay awake, got a feeling I can’t shake.
I’ve heard them say, all things pass away, but I could wait.

But the time was now, though the hour was not yet late,
When the earth began to shake, and now there’s
No more tomorrow, for the dreams I was chasing,
Guess my time, all was wasted on a dream.

Stay with me, oh stay with me, for one last glimpse of harmony.

Don’t You Go

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She sings in silent flowers,
High atop violet mountains,
Where the breeze will know her name.

And in the darkened fancy,
Beneath the shallow waters,
She calls out in a twilight tone.

Outside in blazing deserts,
The oasis just a mirage,
She brings me life in vibrant waves.

In the midnight hour, she comes to me,
Belladonna, don’t you go.

She dances in the jungles,
Of sneaking raindrops mellow,
And birds that give a siren’s call.

Within the icy winter,
Of seasons unforgiving,
She waits there ‘til the day is new.

And now the snow is melting,
Across the barren tundra,
She twists her way back to the sun.

In the midnight hour, she comes to me,
Belladonna, don’t you go.

Is Dylan a Sellout?

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In lieu of the Chrysler ad during the Super Bowl, I have been forced to ponder this question. And I’ve come to the conclusion that to think Dylan is a sellout is to make the mistake that he ever bought in. Bob Dylan, first and foremost, does what he wants to do. It was true when he went electric, it was true when he was born again, and it’s true now. Dylan is often held up as a counterculture icon, and he is, but people forget that he never wanted to be, and that he crashed his motorcycle and went into hiding for nearly a year just to get away from the image he had built. That’s what must not be forgotten. Dylan never claimed to be the “spokesman of a generation”. That title was thrust upon him, and he’s tried to shake it off ever since. Concluding this brief musing, Dylan is only what Dylan wants to be, not what you or I want him to be. If he served his fans, he’d never have gone electric after all. The legacy of Bob Dylan is of a popular culture figure who continually defies expectations and does things his way. If that means selling cars, then so be it. The world’s not ending. If he wants to sell cars, he’ll sell cars, whether you and I want him to or not. And that’s the point. He wouldn’t be Dylan otherwise.