Play a Song for Me

Dear Hearts,

I have forgotten what it is to be happy. To just enjoy life—the world. Tonight is the full moon and even that brings a feeling of burden that I must enjoy and honor it fully.

The outside world is full of germs and possible failure. I cannot explain what it feels like, except to say every good thing comes with guilt or a worry. It’s like have a rattlesnake constantly rattling in your head—warning you that it will strike.

I am so tired of the worry. I wish all the voices in my head would just shut-the-fuck-up.

I don’t think about the good times anymore—England, trips out to California, Salem…I just live in the empty spaces where happiness used to be.

Highlight today: I blissed out to Real Iced-Chai Tea, the first cigarette of the day, and Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man.”

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.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

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.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

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.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin' swingin' madly across the sun
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'
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.

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.

Then take me disappearin' 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.

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.

NO, THIS SONG IS NOT ABOUT DRUGS. It’s about escaping the rattlesnake.

Smoke ‘em if ya’ got ‘em. God Bless

In the name of The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; Mother Mary, Saint Brigid; Saint Jude; Saint Therese Lisieux; Saint Peter; Archangel Michael, and my Guardian Angel.

PS: This post is so not good enough.

PPS: Bugsy has the flu! My nightmare. Seriously. OCD overload.

PPPS: Bob Dylan and Nobel Prize for Lit--great choice. Best American choice since Steinbeck. I won't even mention the other winner's name in the same sentence as Steinbeck's, Dylan's, and Hemingway's.