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[cherry]

OOPS SORRY. I'm sure it does ,but we all aren't the same are we?. Good luck to those that feel its a big deal

[chickenbutt]

Burnsite - Thank You for sharing that story.  I did not know about that  I was still a little kid in the early 60s so I think I've missed some important things.  

What an horrific story.  Six months for manslaughter.  That just makes me sick.  Sure, as repugnant as the man was, I don't think he hit her to kill her. But he did.  Some mistakes are much more heinous than others.  

[Noel7]

There's an interesting article about it in the NY Times.

“Most song lyrics don’t really hold up without the music, and they aren’t supposed to,” the poet Billy Collins said. “Bob Dylan is in the 2 percent club of songwriters whose lyrics are interesting on the page, even without the harmonica and the guitar and his very distinctive voice. I think he does qualify as poetry.”

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/10/14/arts/music/bob-dylan-nobel-prize-literature.html?_r=0

[QueenDanceALot]

"A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall"

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?

And where have you been my darling young one?

I've stumbed on the side of twelve misty mountains

I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways

I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you see, my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'

I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'

I saw a white ladder all covered with water

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear, my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'

I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'

I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'

I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'

Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter

Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet, my darling young one?

I met a young child beside a dead pony

I met a white man who walked a black dog

I met a young woman whose body was burning

I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow

I met one man who was wounded in love

I met another man who was wounded in hatred

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?

And what'll you do now my darling young one?

I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'

I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest

Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty

Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters

Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison

And the executioner's face is always well hidden

Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten

Where black is the color, where none is the number

And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it

And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it

And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'

But I'll know my song well before I start singing

And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

[QueenDanceALot]

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@cherry wrote:

OOPS SORRY. I'm sure it does ,but we all aren't the same are we?. Good luck to those that feel its a big deal

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An award of recognition (to YOU) would mean nothing to you?

A win at a sport that YOU have trained hard for would mean nothing to you?

A Pulitzer Prize given to YOU would mean zero to you?

[cherry]

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@QueenDanceALot wrote:

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@cherry wrote:

OOPS SORRY. I'm sure it does ,but we all aren't the same are we?. Good luck to those that feel its a big deal

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An award of recognition (to YOU) would mean nothing to you?

A win at a sport that YOU have trained hard for would mean nothing to you?

A Pulitzer Prize given to YOU would mean zero to you?

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I'm afraid so. I'm just not intothese type of awards. Things that are meaningful to me probably might not be to you

[occasionalrain]

There are topics of which I have no interest, country music, baseball, Housewives of anywhere...I don't open those threads, why would I? I don't expect anyone to care that I dislike what they enjoy, admire and would never wish to add negativity to their celebration.

[cherry]

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@occasionalrain wrote:

There are topics of which I have no interest, country music, baseball, Housewives of anywhere...I don't open those threads, why would I? I don't expect anyone to care that I dislike what they enjoy, admire and would never wish to add negativity to their celebration.

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I answered a question that I was asked, when I mentioned I wasn't a fan. I don't think threads are restricted to just one point of view

[Noel7]

@QueenDanceALot

That's such a great example!

Thank you.

[QueenDanceALot]

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimmin'

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no tellin' who

That it's namin'

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it's ragin'

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin'

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin'

And the first on now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'