Spacecrab (spacecrab) wrote,

Just a place for me to stand?

I'm lucky. I have a job and I have health insurance (although I pay through the nose for it from a smaller private company).

Too much of nothing can make a man feel ill at ease -- and I have something. So maybe it is small-spirited (or a childish thing to do) for me to link and post the following stuff on this day.

On the other hand, if I'm not just locked into my own head, maybe this will induce a brief moment of reflection.

12-5-09: Too many plays! Click here to listen to this on Rhapsody. They currently allow 25 free plays a month if you're not a subscriber. Or go here to watch a live performance of it from 1995, while it lasts.

Full lyrics to Tears of Rage written (and sometimes sung) by Bob Dylan are here. Go ahead and open the link in another window, if you decide to listen to the song.

"It was all very painless

When you went out to receive

All that false instruction

Which we never could believe.

And now the heart is filled with gold

As if it was a purse.

But, oh, what kind of love is this

Which goes from bad to worse?

Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
We're so low
And life is brief."

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