Julian Ledger – 6 July 2019
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Jokerman
Dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Jokerman
Sometimes my burden is more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin there
Not dark yet
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
The answer, my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind
Blowin’ in the wind
Shadows are falling and I have been here all day
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
Well my sense of humanity is going down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing, there’s been some kind of pain
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high
Under the red sky full
I know it looks like I’m movin’ but I’m standin’ still
Every nerve in my body is so naked and dumb
Not dark yet
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Searchin high, searchin low
Searchin everywhere I know
Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity
Dignity
It’s getting dark too dark to see
Hello darkness my old friend
Darkness at the break of noon
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
”Twas in another lifetime
One of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue
The road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness
A creature void of form
Come in she said I’ll give ya
Shelter from the storm
Shelter from the storm
Midnight awaits the 24 Hour rogainer
The bridge at midnight trembles
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
Love minus zero, no limit
I’m searching for phrases
To sing your praises
I need to tell someone
It’s soon after midnight
And my day has just begun
Bob Dylan
Nobel prize for literature
