While Riding on a Train Goin’ West.

Two posts in a night?! Couldn’t resist a Dylan post. I have been listening to Dylan a lot lately, getting ready to go see him next weekend.

A fitting song for tonight is Bob Dylan’s Dream. I’ve got a few friends getting married this month and have been catching up with a lot of friends. Incredible all the ways we communicate -Gchat, Facebook, Twitter, AIM, Skype– yet somehow people always feel out of touch. I am 24 years old and looking through Facebook reminds me of all the great people I have had the privilege to meet and in some instances, how we have grown apart. Dylan keys into this feeling in a few songs, most notably in Tangled Up in Blue, “Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters wives, don’t know how it all got started, I don’t know what they’re doing with their lives.” A better take on this theme is Bob Dylan’s Dream. This has always been one of my favorite songs, and has taken on an even more important meaning, especially as I grow “older.”

Really excited to go see Dylan next week, be great if he would play this song. I’ll have to lobby through Twitter and Facebook!

Bob Dylan’s Dream: The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan (1963)

While riding on a train goin’ west
I fell asleep for to take my rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin’ and singin’ till the early hours of the morn

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words were told, our songs were sung
Where we longed for nothin’ and were quite satisfied
Talkin’ and a-jokin’ about the world outside

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split

How many a year has passed and gone
And many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I’ve never seen again

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I’d give it all gladly if our lives could be like that


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