Two days and no Dylan? Okay, I'll be that guy: Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece the hollow horn
Plays wasted words, proves to warn
That he not busy being born is busy dying (It's Alright Ma, I'm Only Bleeding) Incidentally, I came across a potential source for the opening image the other day: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Englands_Dark_Day And for fun, here's my favourite of my own lyrics: I feel this way, though it's no fun
For you don't give a flying fee-fie-foe-fum
So I won't act like I've got the facts wholly
Some monopoly on melancholy
Coz love is heedless, not convenient
It's only for the needlessly extravagant
Yeah, and he's got some nerve still writing and touring on into the 21st too. I derive immense satisfaction evry time I glean some nugget that might shed a light on the genesis of one of his lines. Even though he probably just strung it together out of thin air because it fit a rhyme scheme.