Hey Mr. Tambourine Man

I thought it would be fun, at least for me, to let everyone know what music or CD was getting plenty of play time in my stereo. So, for the time being....

Let's talk about Bob Dylan. You all know Bob Dylan, and if you don't you were born under a rock and/or raised by wolves. Obviously, I wasn't born when he came on the scene, but thankfully his music will always live on where people like me can try and sing along.

Even this should impress you if you aren't crazy about him. Over the span of forty six years, he has released forty four albums and written over five hundred songs. I mean, that deserves at least a 'Holy Cow' from some of you. And something else I learned, which is probably common knowledge but apparently I was born under a rock for this one...He's an artist too!

www.bobdylanart.com

He does it all! Play guitar, harmonica, and piano. Amazing poet! This man is a serious over achiever, don't you think? I'm not complaining but does the man ever sleep? What, the guy is nearing seventy and he's doing an European Tour! I salute him! I hope I have near that much energy and stamina when I'm older.

And I don't know what it is, but he's made the harmonica sexy. Maybe it's just me, maybe it's because I've always had a thing for skinny, odd looking musicians (no offence Eric), but wow, what an attraction.

Now for your enjoyment: Sing along with me...

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.

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