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Houdini’s Last Words

Rosabelle
Believe
From Appleton Street
In Milwaukee
To East 79th
In New York
City

I was a child flying
From a trapeze
Ehirch
The prince of air
Whirling
180
Degrees

I’m tired of fighting, Dash
I guess this thing is going to get me
You & I always knew
What we had to do to get ourselves free
And every eye could see
Whether astounded bourgeois
Or enchanted children of poverty
There are no odds that overcome mastery
Except this thing
Is going to get me

I met you
When you were sixteen
A Floral Sister
At the Sea Beach Palace
Our
Coney Island
Memories

The one & only
Theodore Hardeen
A strongman within
Broken chains
Fed my secrets to his flames
My brother introduced you
To me

Chorus.

But for the absence of magic
In the conditions of fate
This charge
I cannot evade

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Tangled Up In Blue — 1978 (cover version)

*copyright Special Rider

Tangled Up In Blue, by Bob Dylan (1978 version)

Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’
I was layin’ in bed
Wondrin’ if she’d changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama’s homemade dress
Papa’s bank book wasn’t big enough
And I was standin’ on the side of the road
Rain fallin’ on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I’ve paid some dues
Gettin’ through
Tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best

She turned around to look at me
One more time as I was walkin’ away
Saying over her shoulder
Boy, we’re bound meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue

I remember staying in the great north woods
Living in a vagabond hotel
One day during the pouring rain
I can feel how the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was lucky not to be destroyed
I almost died in the boiling flat
Two miles outside of Delacroix

But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue

She was dancing in the flamingo club
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin’ at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on when the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there, right behind my chair
Touching me, said, “it ain’t no accident you came,”
I muttered something under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue

She lit a burner on the stove
Wearing a dress made out of stars and stripes
I thought you’d never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And started quoting them to me
Written by a French child
From the eighteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin’ coal
Pourin’ off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue

I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
There was revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of her froze
She had to sell everything she owned
Even her jewelry and her clothes
And when it all came crashing down
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin’ on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue

So now I’m goin’ on back again
I got to get to her and be brave
All the people we used to know
At least the ones that ain’t in the grave
Some are bricklayers, some are bank robbers
Some are burglars, some are truck driver’s wives
I don’t know how it all got started
I got no idea what they’re doin’ with their lives
But me, I’m still on the road
Headin’ for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
A different point of view
Tangled up in blue


O’Reilly Returns Home

in honor of St. Patty’s, sharing an original song of mine where I Irish’d it up. Have a happy one. Beannacht ort!


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