A Snipet of Lyrics Dayn Schulman Loved (send me more)
"Once in a while you get shown the light in
the strangest of places if you look at it right..." -The Dead
" Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters I've written,
Never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore.
'Cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going thru
They can understand.
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,
And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you." - Moody Blues
"And in a time that's closer, life will be even bolder then.
Love is the only answer, hate is the root of cancer then.
Truth is just for the being and is the sight for seeing then.
Thoughts will be thought together soon in our minds forever then.
As long as we see there's only us, who can change it;
Only us to rearrange it at the start of a new kind of day." - YES (Thanks Dave)
From Ryan: "He sent me these hours before he took his life...
"Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan"
posted by Coda Coach at 7:18 PM
3 Comments:
Dayn turned me on to Time and a Word from Yes on a trip back to Dana Point after we graduated from school. One of my faves that always makes me think of him. It has gotten a lot of play this past week.
And in a time that's closer, life will be even bolder then.
Love is the only answer, hate is the root of cancer then.
Truth is just for the being and is the sight for seeing then.
Thoughts will be thought together soon in our minds forever then.
As long as we see there's only us, who can change it;
Only us to rearrange it at the start of a new kind of day.
Dave
He sent me these hours before he took his life...
Visions of Johanna by Bob Dylan
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise, she's all right, she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while I'm in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, it's so hard to get on
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of Johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for him
Sayin', "Name me someone that's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him"
But like Louise always says
"Ya can't look at much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares for him
And Madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev'rything's been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain
-RM
He was one of my very Closest ... Such a great spirit
Here is a classic that is all about Dayn ...Please take a second to enjoy his relentless comical nature
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTFZJGYqbso
Aloha, Jason Rassmussen J Raz
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