Friday, March 30, 2007

Bob Dylan: Fragile

I guess he must be as fragile as the rest of us, but because of his fame he has had to develop a protective shell. Maybe we all develop them as we get 'street smarts'. Imagine your own protective shell. Can you describe what it might look like if it took a solid form?

"I started out on burgundy
But soon hit the harder stuff
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
When the game got rough
But the joke was on me
There was nobody even there to call my bluff
I'm going back to New York City
I do believe I've had enough."
--Bob Dylan