From: psandje@i-cable.com   
      
   One of Mr Dylan's finest:   
      
   Crimson flames tied through my ears   
   Rollin' high and mighty traps   
   Pounced with fire on flaming roads   
   Using ideas as my maps   
   "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I   
   Proud 'neath heated brow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
   Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth   
   "Rip down all hate," I screamed   
   Lies that life is black and white   
   Spoke from my skull. I dreamed   
   Romantic facts of musketeers   
   Foundationed deep, somehow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
   Girls' faces formed the forward path   
   From phony jealousy   
   To memorizing politics   
   Of ancient history   
   Flung down by corpse evangelists   
   Unthought of, though, somehow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
   A self-ordained professor's tongue   
   Too serious to fool   
   Spouted out that liberty   
   Is just equality in school   
   "Equality," I spoke the word   
   As if a wedding vow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
   In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand   
   At the mongrel dogs who teach   
   Fearing not that I'd become my enemy   
   In the instant that I preach   
   My pathway led by confusion boats   
   Mutiny from stern to bow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
   Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats   
   Too noble to neglect   
   Deceived me into thinking   
   I had something to protect   
   Good and bad, I define these terms   
   Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.   
   Ah, but I was so much older then,   
   I'm younger than that now.   
      
      
   Paul Stables   
   (Who today is in the mood for some Bob)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)