“Mr Narrator, this is Bob Dylan to me. My story could be his songs. I’m his soldier child.”
The Minutemen, ‘History Lesson Part II’
Today Was Wild. The Music Spoke to Me, I Rambled Through These Halls. And I Discovered the Secret of the Girl at the Heart of My Novel.
We say ‘you are the world to me’.
And when we first love, we meet a soul and our eyes see what seeing is born to see.
If we should lose that connection,
It stays within…
As long as we still breathe.
It lingers, everything with it sings
The trees, the limbs, of all things ring
And circling to the wind of summer days we come to know
the world it lives and loves us what first felt in our heart
a lonely reach…
encompasses, gives sails wind, helps navigate
the future doesn’t come – it brings
– Cypress
That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood
She’s got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there’s revolution
When she walks, the revolution’s coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh
That girl thinks she’s the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she’s a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you, rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my rebel girl
Look at that face
Just look at it
Look at that fabulous face of yours
I knew first look I took of it
This was the face that the world adores
Look at those eyes
As wise and as deep as the sea
Look at that nose
It shows what a nose should be
As for your smile, it’s lyrical
Friendly and warm as a summer’s day
That face is just a miracle
How could I ever find words to say
The way that it makes me happy
Whatever the time or place
I’ll find in no book what I find when I look at that face
(Look at that fabulous face)
Look at those eyes
As wise and as deep as the sea
Look at that nose
It shows what a nose should bе
As for your smile, it’s lyrical
Friendly and warm as a summer’s day
That facе it’s just a miracle
How could I ever find words to say
The way that it makes me happy
Whatever the time or place
I’ll find in no book what I find when I look at that face
(Look at that face of yours
That face of yours
That face of yours
That face of yours)
The Haunted Typewriter 