Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wond'ring if she'd changed it 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 bankbook wasn't big enough
And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues getting through
Tangled up in blue.

She was married when we first meet
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 it up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue.

I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Working for a while on a fishing boat
Right 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 working in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at her side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name ?"
I muttered something underneath 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 and offered me a pipe
"I thought you'd never say hello" she said
"You look like the silent type"
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And every one of them words rang true
And glowed like burning coal
Pouring 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 caf,s at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keeping on like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue.

So now I'm going back again
I got to get her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenter's wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't what they're doing with their lives
But me I'm still on the road
Heading for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in Blue.

It was your song that made me sing, It was your voice that gave me wings.
It was your light that shined guiding my heart to find, this place where I belong.
It was your song.
Dreams can come true, 
with God's great angels like you.
It was your song that made me sing, it was your voice that gave me wings.
 It was your light that shined guiding my heart to find, this place where I belong. It was your song.

Every night I pray before the music starts to play, that I'll do my best and I won't let you down.
And for all the times I've stood here, this feeling feels brand new, and any time I doubt myself I think of you. Cause it was your song that made me sing. and it was your voice that gave me wings. It was your light that shined guiding my heart to find, this place where I belong. It was your song.
Dreams can come true with God's great angels like you.
-garth brooks

To all my angles, thank you.

So, I just finished an amazing book called "The Historian" I totally recommend it! One of my favorite books by far! Anyone have any other Cold War historical books that they would reccomend?

Shadow days by John Mayer

Im not even a John Mayer fan, but his new CD is amazing. I love the light picking, kinda "Neil Young-ish" along with Mayer's power hit home lyrics it makes an acoustic lover dream CD.  These two songs are by far my favorite!

whiskey, whiskey, whiskey by John Mayer

New colors for room next year: Yellow and Grey.

So why tangled up in blue? well it's one of my favorite singer/songwritters birthdays, Bob Dylan today so I named my blog after one of my favorite song by him. This blog with be only positive, for in today's society- I find myself surround by the negative. Negative thoughts, actions and words. Sometimes it's due to others but mostly I let my own thoughts go there. So by building this blog I hope to reinvest the positive in my life. Heres hopin'.

tangled up in blue- Bob Dylan