#poetry - love, after dylan

i must sing now the sake of need, its here at last,
for however i wish to see, the truth is coming fast.
no longer stands the master near his son,
dying as the fire has begun.
hark! another angel's turning blue,
the lady who wears black cries for you.

ramblers in a classroom and no innocence,
master gambled treasure and was building sense.
an upturned pocket poet from the streets,
drawing sonnet letters off the beats,
dragged himself through shadow till he was true,
the lady who wears black comes to you.

all the mountain's leveled, there's nowhere to roam,
all the rain and ash can make is murky foam,
and the love you built this castle for
is queening up on the farthest shore.
lay under the season's mystic hue
and the lady who wears black lays with you.

eve is getting cold and blind howling beckons few
who let the dead master go up in pyres high, and through
the poet's ink tapping out his chore,
the wind begins to whisper words of war
the lesser king receives what he is due,
the lady who wears black comes for you.

Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan

"Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan

Johnny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement, thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off
Says "He's got a bad cough, wants to get it paid off"

Look out kid, it's somethin' you did
God knows when but you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way, lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap, in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills, you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put, plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway, Maggie says that many say
"They must bust in early May, orders from the D.A"

Look out kid, don't matter what you did
But walk on your tip toes don't tie no bows
Better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose, watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

Oh get sick, get well, hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell, if anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred, get back, write Braille
Get jailed, jump bail, join the army if you fail

Look out kid, you're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters, six-time users
Hangin' around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool, lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders, watch your parkin' meters

Oh get born, keep warm, short pants, romance
Learn to dance, get dressed, get blessed, try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts, don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift

Look out kid, they keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole, light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals, try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum you better chew gum
The pump don't work, 'cause the vandals took the handles

The Essential Bob Dylan