My love she speaks like silence,
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
~~~~~dialy dylan~~~~
That there is "Love Minus Zero/No Limit" and it's one of the most beautiful love poems ever written. Couple the fact that Mr. D put it to a smoking melody, and you can see it makes me leap into something of a reverie. It's opening day, kidoos, Mets vs. Braves. It alll starts again. Yes, maybe I read too much into the beginning of baseball season and get all Lion Kingy, but this Simba will take it where he finds it. It's interesting times. Both on this site, and in my life, so many of my friends are restless, yearning, searching and ultimately sounding like Patsy Cline, singing "Is that all there is"?
I think there is so much more, so very much more to come. I don't think it's all gonna happen any time soon necessarily, but I do think the very best is possible. It's all about the great love and the magic, babies. We tread water when we have to, but there are sweet waters ahead. So in the great tradition of my team I simply advise you all to take to heart three very important words.
You Gotta Believe.
Edited to say we smacked the Braves the around 7 - 2. METS Baby!
Without ideals or violence,
She doesn't have to say she's faithful,
Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.
People carry roses,
Make promises by the hours,
My love she laughs like the flowers,
Valentines can't buy her.
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
Some speak of the future,
My love she speaks softly,
She knows there's no success like failure
And that failure's no success at all.
The cloak and dagger dangles,
Madams light the candles.
In ceremonies of the horsemen,
Even the pawn must hold a grudge.
Statues made of match sticks,
Crumble into one another,
My love winks, she does not bother,
She knows too much to argue or to judge.
The bridge at midnight trembles,
The country doctor rambles,
Bankers' nieces seek perfection,
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring.
The wind howls like a hammer,
The night blows cold and rainy,
My love she's like some raven
At my window with a broken wing.
~~~~~dialy dylan~~~~
That there is "Love Minus Zero/No Limit" and it's one of the most beautiful love poems ever written. Couple the fact that Mr. D put it to a smoking melody, and you can see it makes me leap into something of a reverie. It's opening day, kidoos, Mets vs. Braves. It alll starts again. Yes, maybe I read too much into the beginning of baseball season and get all Lion Kingy, but this Simba will take it where he finds it. It's interesting times. Both on this site, and in my life, so many of my friends are restless, yearning, searching and ultimately sounding like Patsy Cline, singing "Is that all there is"?
I think there is so much more, so very much more to come. I don't think it's all gonna happen any time soon necessarily, but I do think the very best is possible. It's all about the great love and the magic, babies. We tread water when we have to, but there are sweet waters ahead. So in the great tradition of my team I simply advise you all to take to heart three very important words.
You Gotta Believe.
Edited to say we smacked the Braves the around 7 - 2. METS Baby!
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