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


Dance to the nightingale tune

Bird fly high by the light of the moon


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


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

Bob Dylan receiving his Nobel Award for Literature

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