The tune that is yours and mine to play upon this earth
We’ll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth
What’s lost is lost, we can’t regain what went down in the flood
But happiness to me is you and I love you more than blood
We’ll play it out the best we know, whatever it is worth
What’s lost is lost, we can’t regain what went down in the flood
But happiness to me is you and I love you more than blood
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| — | Bob Dylan, “Wedding Song” (via vicesatfiftythousanddegrees) |
Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth, ripped down all hate, I screamed lies that life is black and white. Spoke from my skull, I dreamed romantic facts of musketeers, foundationed deep somehow. Ahh, but I was so much older then, I’m younger than that now.
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| — | Bob Dylan, From “My Back Pages” (via gabriellalamond) |
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.
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| — | Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via gnalasenaid) |
