AH,AH...one of my rare postings
https://soundcloud.com/songsthatcry/follow-this-bob-1A complete rough thingy..done in one take..i wanted to see if i could make these lyrics into something...didn`t go as i wanted it to..but ,it is was it is at the moment..
It`s theme is something to do with Bob Dylan...hence the title...cos i saw him interviewed and he said he could no longer write like he used to..the inspiration as gone...
Critique? whatever comes to mind...i do have an opinion of myself..it`s not all bad.
Lyrics...here]..i didn't `t stick to them religiously or in this order.
i just can`t seem to wake up
and stumble from my slumbers
my only catatonic strain. of mind
a second coming of sorts
a full on state of severance
like old catatonia,come to breath
new life and find forgiveness
in my broken ,unkind ugliness
and undressed thoughts
.. scattered...if not nearly lost.
I threw a punch and said follow this Bob
if you were a younger man you`d say i did a good job
And as i cut and i stab,all that anyone could do
is jump and hope that a rope of silver strings
is there to feel ....if not to grab on to...
Now this may seem more than confusing
when arms and legs are blue with the bruising.
You can`t stop the women from running and losing
their pursuers ,to cut their losses ,who`s choosing.
Ride on,ride out
ride on, ride out
Don`t forget to tip the guy
at the roundabout.
And as i rise and fall
can`t take my eyes off it all
solve my problems another day
take my life,my breath away.