Maggie's Farm
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-09-25 01:26:39
"I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well. I wake in the morning,Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a continue full of ideasThat are drivin' me insane. It's a shame the way she makes me rub the floor. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. No. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more. Well he hands you a nickel,He hands you a dime,He asks you with a grinIf you're havin' a good time,Then he fines you every time you slam the door. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. No. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more. Well he puts his cigarOut in your face just for kicks. His bedroom windowIt is made out of bricks. The National Guard stands around his door. Ah. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. No. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more. Well she talks to all the servantsAbout man and God and law. Everybody saysShe's the brains behind pa. She's sixty-eight but she says she's twenty-four. I ain't gonna bring home the bacon for Maggie's ma no more.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. No. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. Well. I try my bestTo be just desire I am,But everybody wants youTo be just like them. They sing while you slave and I just get bored. I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more." Bob Dylan
In the moment of the setting sun thoughts removed. I gaze without question. At best I’m completely absorbed into the tranquilizing of the day into night. In witnessing bending limbs blowing in the breeze. I stand in awe absent in any attempt to ask what shall be made of this. A channelise does not really have a meaning. You might say it is the meaning itself. It’s not a symbol for something else. When my love smiles void are thoughts of interpretation. I’m all eyes and ears with no need for explanation. And in the same way for me these great pieces of music are generally just taken for themselves so. The vast majority of the time I am not concerned about the origins history meaning or even quality. It’s just not my nature to be an art critic. When I see a painting or subject myself to a performance. I am as thoughtless as can be. It affects me without analyses. And what comes of it just happens without consideration. You know in a since I just try to get out of my way and even that is doing too much. Listening and standing in a silent motion washed in honesty I become a witness to connections to resonance of messages revealing to me the moment in the story to which I belong. And what I post reflects this. You might call it the sound track of the conversation between my love and myself weather my like be my woman or life itself. Aboriginalien.
So beautifully stated. I salute your eloquence. And I agree 100%. I cannot always reach that Zen-like absolute present with ALL music/art/accidental beauty. But there are those times listening or playing. I can vaguely glimpse an other now a now as infinite and endless as the stillness of sky. A now where we are dreamer and conceive of.
But a lyric cannot fully exist with the contribution of the listener (reader). Evocations of feelings have meanings. "Living is easy with eyes closed misunderstanding all you seeThat is you can't you know tune in,But its all wrong,It doesn't matter much to me" .... J. Lennon
"and if you express that there's no truth who cares?How come you say it like you're right?" ....... Bright Eyes
Exquisite. I love how moggers more cultured than I can capture sentiment in words that I can only feel. It makes me really believe that there are others who's souls resonate in a most beautiful fashion.
DMDM's random thought provocations #2 : the summers of my teenage youth were peppered with many hours of baling hay or straw for the local farmers. cover (harvested wheat stalks) was always preferreable to hay (just tall grass) due to weight. A bale of straw was about 15-20 lbs compared to twice that for hay. You'd spend a whole afternoon loading the bales on the moving wagon and then stacking it in the barn. hive away your bucks and head to the carryout for some alcoholic refreshment. Or perhaps something more.. exotic. [ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://mog.com/Aboriginalien/blog_post/129740
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