Ahh, Music as catharsis. Good medicine to me. Here's a few excerpts from one of my fav's on the subject.
Idiot Wind by Bob Dylan
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin bout the way things sometimes areVisions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin me see stars.You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.One day youll be in the ditch, flies buzzin around your eyes,Blood on your saddle.
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,Blowing through the curtains in your room.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apartYou tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasnt enough to change my heart.Now everythings a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,Whats good is bad, whats bad is good, youll find out when you reach the topYoure on the bottom.
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blindI cant remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyesDont look into mine.The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the buildingBurned.I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtimeTurned slowly into autumn.
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,From the grand coulee dam to the capitol.Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,Youre an idiot, babe.Its a wonder that you still know how to breathe.
I cant feel you anymore, I cant even touch the books youve readEvery time I crawl past your door, I been wishin I was somebody else instead.Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memoryAnd all your ragin glory.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now Im finally free,I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.Youll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,And Ill never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,And it makes me feel so sorry.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,Blowing through the letters that we wrote.Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,Were idiots, babe.Its a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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