___________________ipsis verbis.

In my mind's eye a plantation
In the clearing is a platform station
Into the frontline is how I'm coming
They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the fields
In spite of my condition

Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
That I couldn't stop
Whatever you thought
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
That I couldn't stop

Through the desert out to the sea
Weather-beaten through all four seasons
There is love in my creation
I've come back for all the right reason
That ain't your castle
You're not a queen
That isn't yours
You're so busy there protecting

All this beauty's sticky sweet
This naughty world is due for a good deed
Give me your poor tired huddled masses
Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses
Sing that lonesome high melody
Rumble young man but rumble behind me.


Jakob Dylan.