tangledupinblue

Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.

~~~~daily dylan~~~~

So Bob tells us to lay down our weary tunes. That sounds like a hell of an idea. There has always been something seductive about the idea of surrender, about just giving the wheel to someone(thing) else and letting him/her/it drive Trash's Packard for a while, by and by. Reminds me of old Alarm songs. unsafe Building, Rescue Me. Most of all reminds me of Bono, who is one of our poets most underrated by serious minds because he happened to achieve popular success.

"Yes I'd join the movement if there was one that I could believe in. I would take bread and wine if there was a church I could receive in, cause I need it now."

Trash needs it now.

Trash is running on empty.

Summer is coming, and baseball is in the wind and that will help. But I'm aching for a sea change, looking around hoping to spy the spectacular, hoping that I'm not kidding myself, trying not to sleep, not even perchance to dream. I want to be wide awake, kids.

Someone, show me something.

I dare you.

I beg you.

This is Trash