Dylan

[Puff the Tragic Wagon]

Was lost in thought today, reminiscing and wishing for one more cup of coffee, when this Dylan tune popped up in my playlist. Must be someone out there still reading my mind.

Thanks for the nudge and reminding me to order that case of Colombian. Perfect timing, as usual. ☕️

 

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[jose159]

Always a good thing when Dylan pops into your mind!

 

[Puff the Tragic Wagon]

Always a good thing when Dylan pops into your mind!

Thank you, Jose, that’s very true. I was reminiscing about another Jose, Joseph Curry aka Reale de Tayopa, a former longtime member whom we lost awhile back. He was always up for a fireside chat and cup of coffee. A grand storyteller, missed by many. He could always read my mind when I was troubled. I’d like to think he still is. He hated Dylan with a passion. 😅

 

[cyzak]

God speed Reale de Tayopa you are gone but not forgotten.

 

[Puff the Tragic Wagon]

God speed Reale de Tayopa you are gone but not forgotten.

Thank you for that, Cyzak. As Tayopa would say, that was…
🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️🎖️☕️☕️

 

[jose159]

The Blood on the Tracks album was fantastic and my favorite song was Lily, Rosemary, and the Jack of Hearts!

 

[Puff the Tragic Wagon]

More relevant today than ever.

 

[cyzak]

I here what your saying Puff.

 

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[Puff the Tragic Wagon]

“Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain’t no use jiving
Ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken

Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words
Never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken

Seem like every time you stop
And turn around
Something else just
Hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws
Broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath,
Feel like you’re choking
Everything is broken

Every time you leave
And go off someplace
Things fall to pieces
In my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling,
Bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.”

 

[cyzak]