Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I still let it play.

There are songs that play and finish. And there are those that hit you in every single dimension, mind you there are at least twelve. Bob Dylan has always been a mystery to me. Imagine, you have an entire night to work for an assignment. You cut your self off that stupid social networking site that only troubles you. It's weird that your phone doesn't run out of charge cause nobody calls you, your i-pod and you are inseparable because there's nothing else that makes you feel good in a day and there it appears, like it was meant to at that very moment. Like it's written in God's manuscript that you will listen to this at that very point and it will hit you. In places un-fathomable.

Bob Dylan has it in his lyrics. And when the song reached it's half, there's a furor of emotions. That anguish and blame that you put on yourself, that feeling of something hanging at the pit of your heart, the emotions that you spend all your life trying to avoid, come guffawing. And you know what? It's un-avoidable.


BOB DYLAN


Here's to the master, who has the "restless hungry" feeling to thrust him forward. With a voice so calm, it's difficult to spot them.