Expecting Rain

Good to see that pretty much everybody on this forum is depressed with life. Good work, Dylan lyrics, for being able to show how depressed we are. Mine:

One of us has got to hit the road. I guess it must be up to me.

I'm gazing out the window, of the Saint James hotel.

(figuratively speaking)

I threw it all away

Billy, you're so far away from home.

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't constantly have this feeling?

"Is this where it is?"
"It's his"
"What's mine?"
"Where what is?"
"Oh my God am I here all alone?

soon hit the harder stuff

i got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me




i wish i sold prozac for everything i read here...

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon.
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Carter, Reagan, Bush, and Clinton.

Reindeer sleigh, come our way,
Ho, ho, ho, cherry nose,
Cap on head, suit that's red,
Special night, beard that's white...
Must be Santa, must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus.

Only one thing I did wrong
stayed in Vienna twenty years too long.

"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime." - Heart of Mine

do what you must do
and you do it well

the times they are a changin

Laeti triumphantes.

She might think that I've forgotten her,don't tell her it isn't so.

not a Dylan lyric

Most of the time my head is on straight

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

and

Everything passes
Everything changes
Just do what you think you should do

and

My dreams are locked and barred
Admitting life is hard
Without you near me

All I have and all I know
Is this dream of you
Which keeps me living on

throw your panties

Don't think twice, it's all right.

The boulevards of cypress trees, the masquerades of birds and bees
The petals, pink and white, the wind has blown
Won’t you meet me out in the moonlight alone?