Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogsยดll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For Iยดm one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.
Bob DylanEverything in New Orleans is a good idea. Bijou temple-type cottages and lyric cathedrals side by side. Houses and mansions, structures of wild grace. Italianate, Gothic, Romanesque, Greek Revival standing in a long line in the rain. Roman Catholic art. Sweeping front porches, turrets, cast-iron balconies, colonnades- 30-foot columns, gloriously beautiful- double pitched roofs, all the architecture of the whole wide world and it doesn't move.
Bob DylanIt was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?
Bob Dylan