Cinco De Mayo Outfit Women

This story is based on true events, kind of. -- “I heard from Dan, Alyssa’s in town this weekend.” His back, smooth and mountainous, was blemished only with moles gone too long unchecked. It heaved in response. “They want to go to a Mexican place on Sunday,” She added. “Madre Margarita or something. For Cinco de Mayo.” The covers came over his head, muffling a long grown. He didn’t need to say it. Sundays were not for socializing. Sundays were for franchised Chinese food, selected carefully from an unevolving buffet and paid for, in part, by collated points from the restaurant’s app. Sundays were for binging bad television before reminding each other to read, only to admit their attention span was too fried or anxiety too heightened from the weekend’s debauchery to do so. Sundays were for comfort, recovery, routine…Sundays were sacred. “I know,” She said, with a sigh. “Do we have to go?” Rumbled a voice from deep within the bedsheets. “We should,” She replied, “When did we last see them?” To their friends, and even the strangers that followed them online, they were an aspirational couple. It was rare these days that two people would find each other equals in hair thickness, educational background and salary—no compromise. She, a radio producer. Him, some kind of product developer in an industry that she couldn’t explain. Everywhere they went people commented on their suitability. “Hot couple,” they gushed. “Where did you meet?” It had been a few years now, but they were on track for all the right things. He was heavily invested in their financial future—listening to podcasts where experts he’d never heard of but trusted inherently told him to pursue mutual funds and minerals and maybe even a little crypto. Usually, as a sign of solidarity, she’d listen to 10 minutes of the suggested episode, writing her review in a text. “Makes sense to me,” she'd reply. “Let’s look into it.” What She knew for sure is that she’d found a Good Man. A man who was infuriatingly proficient in most things—from completing their tax return to swinging a bowling ball—who proactively cooked and put together furniture. A man who took her seriously—genuinely invested in work grievances or friend trials no matter how trivial. A man whom she had an at least three-inch height difference with heels (not that she frequently wore heels, but it was nice to have the option). Since they were in the spirit of breaking tradition, anyway, that Sunday night, she slipped on a moderately tall stiletto sandal for dinner with Dan and Alyssa. They boasted a padded footbed for prolonged comfort, which allowed her to trot with the ease of someone who had only known a life on stilts. He walked beside her proudly, like the owner of a ribbon-winning pony, weaving his fingers with hers like a lattice. People, she assumed, were watching them—not only because they always did, but because she watched happy, attractive couples. It didn’t matter if she was single or not—her past-time of comparison was one she refused to retire. Dan was his friend from college, but She spoke to Dan much more frequently, mostly because she was especially good with things like remembering to reply and he was especially bad at it. Dan and Alyssa were in a long-term, long distance relationship, having met on a very exclusive dating site that deprioritizes geography. They were both beholden to jobs that kept them apart, and right now, while they were still in their mid-ish 30s with a whole life ahead of them, that made sense. The margaritas arrived, sweating in the late afternoon sun, with lashings of tajin clinging to the rim. The couples suckled at the tiny plastic straws as if they were harnessing the life force of mother’s milk. The self-abandon meant another round was ordered sooner than expected. “So…we have news,” announced Alyssia, as the waitress set down four, fresh goblets. He and She exchanged a glance. “You’re engaged,” He guessed. Alyssia shook her head, looking rather smugly at Dan. “Pregnant?” He ventured. This time, a reaction. “God no!” Shrieked Alyssia, incredulous. “And god willing long may it stay that way.” He and She both laughed, resuming lapping the spice around their glasses. Thank god, they weren’t ready for that. “We’re married!” Their tongue was still hovering at the rim. Married? Alyssa and Dan took a deep breath, grasping each other’s hands. “We just did, we thought…fuck it, you know?” Dan explained. “Why not? Do away with all the bullshit. We don’t need all of that. And then taxes, you know, Alyssa just went freelance—” As they listed off all the heteronormative benefits to marriage, He and She eased back into their seats, dragging their glasses off the table toward them. Dan and Alyssa were their more bohemian friends, and their union came as a shock. Married. Dan and Alyssa. Who had only been together two and a half years or something, a full three years less than Her and Him. They didn't have to move money around to book flights for some esoteric, or inane, destination wedding with a designated hotel. They didn’t need to peruse a registry for the perfectly-priced, yet poignant, gift. They thrust their drinks into the air in a toast. Congratulations, you guys. In the Uber home, She kicked off her heels, the universal faux pas of exposed feet obscured by the backseat well. Somehow, her feet were already forming callouses at the bunion and ball, as well as one raised blister on the left heel. With the sharpest corner of her pinky nail, she punctured the chafed skin, the clear discharge running down her heel onto the coiled carpet. “So how about that?” He exhaled. “Didn’t see that coming, did we?” “Feels fast, right?” She replied. She couldn’t make out his expression in the staccato rhythm of passing street lights, but he seemed to shrug. “I don’t know—it’s been years.” She nodded, even though he wasn’t looking in her direction. “Are we okay?” He asked, after a beat. “In what way?” “Well, we haven’t talked about engagement in a long time.” She said nothing. “Is that normal? Considering how long we’ve been together?” ‘Normal’ seemed moot in this climate. No one knew what normal meant. How much sleep or sex was normal. How much rent was normal. When was having a baby normal. “I don’t know,” she replied. “Do you ever wonder if we haven’t experienced enough? “What do you mean?” There was a popular life guru who made lengthy cases on YouTube about why each person was not only entitled to, but fulfilled by, THREE Significant Loves. The source, a man who renounced materialism but accepted Nike endorsements, was one she would usually take with a grain of salt. But somehow, this got to her. She couldn’t shake the fact that He was only her second. “Maybe we should look into couple’s therapy,” he said, tearing his gaze away from the window to face her. “Kind of a ‘check-in.’ Can’t hurt to see what’s going under the hood.” She reached out and squeezed his hand. He was a good man. – – A few weeks later, She was taking pictures of unwanted clothes for resale sites—a hobby which abated any guilt of a shopping addiction—when He tentatively reintroduced the subject. Propped against the doorframe with all the nonchalance of a bad-boy-with-a-heart-of-gold leaning against the lockers in a cult high school movie, He told her he’d done the research—the therapist was under his insurance, low copay. She didn’t look him in the eye, intent on styling a complicated, sheer romper on a hanger in a way that showed its potential. The therapist came well-reviewed, he continued, and was available after work at a time that suited them both. All she had to do was say yes. – – Beyond their obvious compatability—and, well, love—she was consistently reminded of her good fortune by women around her. This was a reaction to a perceived scarcity—too many accomplished women, too few worthy men. He’s so handsome, one confessed. I’d climb him like a tree. It’s grim out here. You got the last chopper out of ‘Nam. Strangely, this made her resentful—not of him exactly, but of the fact that there were four billion other men on the planet and none as good as him. Sure, half of them were spoken for, another quarter too old or too young or too ugly. But that left a whole other billion, and he was all there was? Some of her female friends—those raised on Jake Ryan and Tim Richards—met this climate with defiant optimism: it will happen for me, because it has to. Others had a what’s-so-bad-about-cats-anyway mentality—resigned, recalibrating, or suturing any lingering hurt with cynicism. At the weddings they attended, friends exchanged vows read from delicately-embossed notebooks purchased from Amazon’s wedding accessories section. Each bride spoke about partnership, and the kind of parents they would be. The grooms referenced shared pets, and waxed on about their certainty. During one brazenly hot late afternoon ceremony, the glue from her fake lashes had transposed onto her eyelids, giving the impression she’d been crying. “Not a dry eye in the house,” one of the fathers remarked to her afterwards. “Have you ever sat at a wedding and just known they were going to get divorced?” Mariah, 35 and single with a big city job and a complex about settling down, had invited her to drinks not long after dinner with Dan and Alyssa. They were snuggled, knees touching, in the corner ends of a Friends-inspired dive bar couch with mason jars of orange wine, and although they didn’t recognize anyone, kept their voices conspiratorially low. “What do you mean, like, during the ceremony?” She asked Mariah. “Yeah,” Mariah shrugged. “Think about it, they can’t all make it.” “Jesus,” She cast a glance around the room, as if someone might prosecute them for their ill-wishes. “I mean…Kate and Chris felt weird—it was all too much, like, performative. Justin and Bella will be fine unless he stops affording her lifestyle…” It was unsettling that she could think of a few examples. Speculating on the fate of these relationships made her feel dirty, but the game wasn't a far cry from what she did every day on reality television Reddit threads, or in the office with her colleagues about celebrities they followed religiously. They held these people to an impossible moral standard—especially when cameras were involved—as if goodness were directly proportionate to keeping a relationship afloat, or general loveability. “Have you ever thought about who of our friends might get divorced?” She asked him later that night, while they watched their favorite show, He let out a shocked laugh. “That’s pretty fucked up, babe.” “Just, like, hypothetically.” He reached over, caressing her neck. “No, I don’t pray on other people’s demise. What’s your problem with marriage?” The truth was, she didn’t know why she felt so unsure about marrying Him. Women of her generation tended to romanticize men of the past, taking what served the narrative—flower-gifting, carpentry and driving a stickshift—and leaving the rest, but reports of powerful men doing despicable things bred in her a tumorous suspicion. Now, monogamy started to sound like a fairytale—not just improbable, but impossible. At night, she awoke to the sound of her heartbeat and what she thought was a light slapping—imagining Him pleasuring himself while she slept. On the odd occasion she accessed his phone—Google history, messages, Whatsapp, Instagram—everything checked out. – – Their first therapy session was on a Thursday, several weeks later. Thursday evenings were generally left open for misc engagements: after work drinks, the occasional cultural activity. Now, for the foreseeable, they would belong to Dr. Renee Richards, the therapist He had found online. Dr. Richards' waiting area was overwhelmed by a pungent vanilla-frangipane blend, the culprits for which lurked in three separate outlets. There was a college-aged receptionist with a blonde ponytail who checked them in with blythe indifference. Together, they gravitated toward the corner module of a tastefully-upholstered couch, thighs pressed and hands clasped—indicating a united front. They weren’t like everyone else. Dr. Richards was a buxom woman in her late-40s, who was remarkably pretty for both her age and profession. Her ochre complexion commingled pleasantly with Eurocentric features, giving her an approachability unique to the ethnically ambiguous. She wore rectangular reading glasses, clinging wrap dresses and would have been well cast in a commercial for anti-depressants, or perimenopausal estrogen supplements. “Come on in, guys,” Dr. Richards said brightly, holding open her door. “Phones on silent, if you don’t mind.” Rising in unison, they untangled their hands, and entered the room cautiously. The room was decorated with framed certificates, and fresh-cut flowers in mismatched vases. A collection of vintage movie posters lining the walls—9 ½ Weeks, Blue Velvet, American Beauty—like the classroom of an especially hip high school English teacher. She wasn’t sure if these were supposed to be inspiring. There was a stretching book shelf, and the books had been color-coordinated aesthetically according to the rules of ROYGBIV. Maybe the therapist had read them all already. “Thank you so much for seeing us, Dr. Richards-” he began, as they settled into a three-seater paisley sofa perpendicular to her large velvet armchair. “Call me Renee.” He seemed to relax. “So, what brings you both to therapy?” The therapist asked, adjusting her glasses. “So, we’ve been together, what, five years?” He said, looking to her for confirmation. “Five and a half,” She corrected. “Almost six.” “Right, almost six,” he said. “Wow,” the therapist said placidly. “And we’re thinking about taking the next step?” “Um, well…” he began. She was on the precipice of chiming in, when he- “So we found this chaise,” he blurted out. Wait, what? “A chaise?” The therapist repeated. “Like a chaise lounge?” “Yeah, like a couch,” he affirmed, pulling his hand from hers. “We found one on the street.” Six months ago, they’d taken the scenic route on a stroll home from their favorite restaurant. The cheetah print chaise was sitting out on the street in front of a mid-century cottage with an ivy-covered picket fence. A sign advertised it as “free.” After a brief inspection, they decided the chaise was in impressive condition—just a small rip in the undercarriage and two chipped wooden legs that would need replacing. Let’s take it! She enthused. He looked unsure. What if it has bed bugs? He said. Or something… It will be fine, she said. There’s nothing else out here, they’re just probably over it. Are you going to clean it, then? He said, like a father responding to a request for a first pet. She rolled her eyes at his condescension. Obviously, she replied. And she did—attacking the chaise with the super-soaking-super-sucking vacuum-brush hybrid that had been a move-in gift from their parents. Gradually, the color shifted from brown to a light beige, and lost the smell. One Sunday night, she decided it was ready. She did the honors, ceremoniously reclining against the back rest, with her feet stretched in front of her. To her surprise, the chaise resisted her—rustling loudly, as if something was trapped inside. Like something was alive in there. Fuck, she said aloud, calling out his name. He took a kitchen knife, and ripped it along a seam and reached inside. He extracted an A4 size envelope. “We found 45,000 dollars in cash,” he said. The therapist was agape. “Phew,” she whistled. Their first disagreement was where it came from. From the Art Deco-glamor style of the furniture itself, she assumed an old person with a distrust for traditional financial institutions had stashed away their life savings, then died. He thought it might be the bounty of a moderately successful drug dealer. We should turn it in, he said. It’s not like we can deposit it. We’d have to pay tax. She laughed, incredulous. We’re not going giving it to the police, they’ll fucking keep it…Wouldn’t you? “And was there a disagreement as to what to do with it?” Dr. Richards asked, telepathic. “Did someone want to go to the police?” “No, we both agreed that wasn’t productive,” She chimed in, brow furrowed. The therapist nodded. “So you kept the money?” “We kept the money,” he affirmed. “It was supposed to be a wedding fund.” She had understood his logic: an unexpected windfall like this should be used for something that felt more fun, frivolous even, than Real Life. Investing it, or putting it toward a down payment on a house felt a little anti-climatic. Still, it felt a little ridiculous—they weren’t even engaged. But she agreed, and they stored the cash in a lockbox next to her boots in their shared closet. “But, well, most weddings these days—$45,000 barely covers it,” She chimed in, defensively. “And neither of us have parents who would contribute so, it’s like, I don’t know, let’s just hold onto it and figure it out.” The therapist pressed her fingertips together. “Right, but it would make a dent right? Or, at least get you a really nice engagement ring?” Dr. Richards prompted. “Surely, a ring would be within that budget?” At the end of the session, the therapist mentioned she knew a guidebook they might find helpful. “I can follow up with the link over text,” she said kindly. “Maybe look into it before next week.” Thanking her, they left the way they came, this time with hands drifting several feet apart. Halfway home, she felt Her phone spasm between her thighs. “It’s her,” she told Him. “She sent us the link to the book.” She tapped on the small square from Dr. Richards, opening the site of an online retailer. The title was available for $14.99 as a hardcover, or $3.99 as an ebook, and had been vetted by over 6000 people who’d cumulatively decided it was worth four orange stars. When Love Hurts: Dealing With An Avoidant Partner. – – That bookstore meet-cute bullshit was just that, bullshit. At least, She thought so. Any man trolling for potential dates over page 153 of Atonement could be relied upon to be a pretentious softboy with a nauseating passion for Tarantino and mummy issues, a sociopath, or both. Finding someone at a bar was fun, but unpredictable—you tended to sell yourself on a story that might turn out to be untrue the next day, next week, or most unfortunately, after three months of split bills and mediocre sex. The apps were a necessary evil. Embarrassing, but more or less honest—diversifying the gene pool beyond friends of friends and local haunts. That’s how He and She met. Most millennial men posted group pictures, forcing the swiper into a twisted game of roulette since there was almost always one baldie and one shortie. He appeared solo, artfully passing in front of famous landmarks with a cigarette, enjoying sunny days on the water (no fish present). His prompts revealed he held an AMC A-list membership. He had curly hair, a bright smile and a thin silver chain that snaked across his clavicle to nestle lightly in sparse chest hair. He had a perfect profile. When their respective leases ended, they moved in together to abate rising living costs. It was a picturesque lifestyle, finding each other’s rhythms and dividing chores with a magnanimity that replaced the petty contentions of the roommate years. After a few months, She was offered the opportunity of a lifetime: lead producer of a morning show at a respected station. For years, she’d been doing the ‘drive’ slot with one host who was too handsy and another who just wanted to get home to her kids. The only catch was that it was a three-hour train ride away. He held onto their one-bed, while she found an expensive studio in an up-and-coming part of her new town. While they agreed to take turns traveling back and forth on weekends, eclipsing the distance would mostly be her responsibility—it was her decision to move, after all. Save for the occasional bouts of loneliness, compelling her toward looking at her camera roll with yearning, she was surprised how quickly she adapted to being alone. After a couple of months of commuting, she met Caleb. She noticed him immediately, in a way that one does whenever a hot, young person is alone in an environment they wouldn’t usually be. He sat across from her, sleeves rolled, exposing a constellation of fine-lined tattoos. There was a small hoop hanging from one ear, and several studs dotting the other. A sapphire dog tag was visible above the lowest button on his shirt—the type of piece sourced by a girlfriend with good taste. She felt herself sitting up straighter, knawing on her lip attractively—at least, she hoped so—just in case he noticed. “How do you work like that?” He asked her, breaking the silence. Her heart stopped. “What do you mean?” she said, with a curious smile. “Your screen—it’s so dirty.” She surveyed the material coating her laptop—seeing it for the first time. Mysterious flakes, tiny strands of hair, and the remnants of a powdered donut she’d devoured two days earlier while watching Love Island. It was, admittedly, disgusting. “It’s also-” the guy checked his watch, “6:13 P.M. On a Friday. Log off.” And that’s how she knew the exact time the Coastline emergency braked. His command was drowned out by a deafening honk and the screech of breaks as the train collided with a car that failed to stop. In the midst of the chaos, Caleb introduced himself. Shook up, it felt only natural for the pair to go to the beverage cart, and order two mini bottles of wine that were accompanied by small plastic tumblers. When they exchanged numbers, it felt a little wrong—especially because Caleb made it clear it was single, and she hadn’t made anything clear—but they were both processing what had happened. Few rational people believed in destiny, but how else did you explain a freak accident like that? Nothing happened with Caleb that night, but a dull, aching guilt percolated in her gut every time she answered his call, or sent him a selfie. Caleb was very unlike Him. Where He was stoic, Caleb was gregarious—the center of attention. Almost overnight, she began to tend to her appearance with vigilance—lasers, regular highlights. She, painfully, experimented with running, then combination HIIT classes, in the hopes they would meet again. After a few months of facetiming, they did. Caleb was officially moving to town—her old one, that she once shared with Him, and would again if she was granted the transfer she’d requested. They met up for drinks which became dinner, and she revealed, explicitly, that she was in a serious relationship. If he seemed disappointed, or felt led on, he did a good job of hiding it. Their conversation shifted immediately to his dating life, Caleb treating her like a sister, or old platonic pal. The night ended with empty promises of a continued friendship, and a hug that lasted too long. She let her limbs relax, inhaling the scent of drug store deodorant and hair wax, but said nothing. “It feels good to hold you,” he said, briefly breaking character. She and Caleb kept in touch through the occasional meme parodying their shared passions, or dachshund compilation clips since they hared a love of sausages dogs. Eventually, though, instead of responding to each person’s curation with affirming “hahhahaha”s and “lol anyway how are you”s, they regressed to double tapping until they receded from each other’s view like the last rays of sun before twilight sets in. The whole thing had, invariably, fucked her up. She gave me him more mental energy than she’d admit even to Mariah, who told her what she’d experienced was “normal.” “Normal?” She repeated. “Of course!” Said Mariah. “It’s normal to have crushes. I think it’s good, keeps things alive.” She nodded gratefully. “Do you think I should…tell him?” Mariah considered thoughtfully. “I mean, he’s not dumb, you could. Especially because you didn’t do anything. Might reaffirm your relationship.” Later that night, over a pasta dinner they’d booked spontaneously, she confessed her crush. He had paused, thinking for a second. “Do I know him?” He asked. “I don’t think so, his name is Caleb, Caleb Mitchell.” And he did. Caleb happened to be the college roommate of His favorite colleague, and the two men had met once at a pregame years earlier. The whole thing was tough to hear, he admitted, but he, too, remembered liking Caleb. It was normal to have crushes on other people. He got it. “Besides, you’re over it now, right?” She nodded, waving a hand casually. “Obviously.” God, she was the worst. Two fourth of Julys passed before they all ran into each other. His colleague was hosting the holiday, and the unkept backyard buzzed with searing meats and convenient patriotism. After some trepidation, He and Her approached Caleb—her, performatively, as if they were old friends. Him and Caleb reconnected quickly over their mutual, newfound commitment to running long distances for a sense of hard-earned achievement, and any former crush felt like a relic of another time. Unfortunately, her attraction to Caleb had not waned. Assuming he’d be here, she’d spent the past few weeks meticulously planning her outfit, meanwhile hoping time and maturity and the rumor she'd heard recently that he was terrible in bed would dismantle any existing feelings. “So you live here full-time now?” Him asked, as they poured another drink. “Oh yeah, we—have you met Iris? She’s around here somewhere—we met up here, just moved in a few months ago.” “Wow, that’s great man,” He said, excited. “Actually…can you keep a secret?” Caleb asked. He motioned for them to lean inward—they obeyed. “She’s pregnant,” he said. Caleb wasn’t looking her way, but she made sure to beam anyway. – – Later that night, they climbed into bed. He turned off the light and switched on the fan—white noise overpowering the demons that descended at night. The nausea that followed a full day of drinking was descending like a heavy veil—the euphoria long worn off. “Hey, I’ve been thinking,” She said into the darkness. “What if…” “Huh?” He said. “Did you say something?” – – He and She continued with therapy, making occasional breakthroughs. She loved him, but what if she woke up and wondered ‘what if?’ She didn’t want to end up like her parents; divorced after 25 years and starting over in their 60s. Dr. Richards nodded. A long-term relationship for the anxious was not unlike sobriety for recovering addicts, she said. It should be taken a day at a time—future-tripping gets you in trouble. “That's depressing,” She laughed genuinely, startled by the extremity of the analogy. Taking a lengthy beat, the therapist looked at Him, with a small, sympathetic smile. “She's difficult to reach, isn't she?” It wasn’t the first time Dr. Richards had said something like this, and when she did, she would occasionally reach out and grasp His arm consolingly. Like the old adage said, three was a crowd. It didn’t help that she was keeping a secret from them both. Several weeks earlier, someone had showed up at her door. A young woman, not much older than Her, had been knocking on every door in the neighborhood in search of a chaise lounge that had been left on the street. It was her grandmother’s, she said. Her father and uncle had set it out for collection when she died. She wedged herself tightly in the doorway. “What did it look like?” “Leopard print, with tassels?” The girl asked. Shrugging her shoulders, She assumed a sympathetic expression. “Haven’t seen it, I’m sorry.” “No, that’s okay,” the girl replied, despondent. “God, there’s no way we’re going to find it.” She leaned inward. “Full disclosure—just because you seem like a good person—my grandma’s life savings were in there. We just found out when her lawyer read the will.” “Woah,” She said, surprising herself at her acting capabiities. “How much? Do you know?” The girl shook her head. “Not really, maybe a tens of thousands.” “Woah,” She repeated. Holding up her left hand, the girl smiled. A modest diamond glinted on her third finger. “But I’m getting married,” she intimated. “So you can understand my motivation.” Congratulations, apologies, good luck—smiles all around. She shut the door, briefly leaning against it with a deep exhale, before climbing the stairs to their shared closet. Pulling down the lockbox from the boot shelf, she entered the combination—her birthday—and fanned out the cash, counting to make sure it was all there. – – The day of their next therapy appointment, she awoke with anticiption. Tapping her phone awake, it immediately offered a daily slideshow of memories—On This Day. There they were, She and Him, five years earlier: slurping ice cream, admiring sleeping seals, wearing clothes that were too big or too small now. Young, and in love. In the parking garage at the station, She texted Mariah, and her college friends Abby, Gabby and Maddy about her plan. During her break, She snuck into the stairwell to call her sister Beth. She reached out to Dan, and several other of His friends. “I’m going to do it tonight,” she told each of them, “Wanted to let you know.” None of them could believe it—after all these years. “I thought you’d never pull the trigger,” Beth said. At around noon, her workday ended. She took a walk around the block and spontaneously decided to phone His mother—a woman who was nice enough, and seemed to genuinely like her—but would clearly rather be with her son than see him with anyone else. Audrey, His mom, picked up on the last ring, explaining she was leaving one workout-girls coffee before she headed to the next. “I’m sorry if this feels so out of the blue,” She began. “I just knew I had to let you know.” The rest of the afternoon passed in an anxious haze of administrative activities. After what—She hoped—would be their final session with Dr. Renee Richards, they would arrive home to a bountiful spread of franchised Chinese food and their favorite tiramisu. Like a death row meal. She selected high-waisted jeans and a satin corset top she knew accentuated her body better than anything else she owned, and blew out her hair until it cascaded away from her face in soft waves. Waiting on the therapist’s couch, she felt nervous, and overdressed. He arrived a few minutes after she did, bestowing upon her a distracted kiss. It was too perfunctory to taste, but his lips felt chapped. He also seemed to have had a long day. “You look amazing,” He remarked, eyebrows raised. “Why are you so dressed up?” “Oh, I don’t know,” She shrugged with a small smile. “Just felt like it.” There was a dull chime. He fumbled around his jacket, extracting his cellphone and swiping up on his screen. “I think that was you,” he concluded. The door swung open. Like the winning contestant on an antiquated dating show, Dr. Richards was revealed wearing a jersey wrap dress with a geometric print that further emphasized her bosom, and tall leather knee boots. “Come on in, you two!” Dr. Richards said cheerily, giving Her a brief onceover. The therapist spun, leading the way into her lair. They took their seats on the paisley couch. She heard her phone sound again, then again. “Sorry—do you mind switching that to silent, Claire?” The therapist said. Claire felt for her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. It could be anyone—her parents, returning her call after Beth reached out; the college friends, circling back to see if she was wearing white; Dan, who was tasked with laying out the food on the picnic blanket in the lounge, and lighting the surrounding candles. All key players in the perfect proposal. A quick scroll revealed they were all there—Dan, her parents. Then, towards the top, an airdrop request from ‘Renee's iPhone.’ By rote, Claire clicked. The small thumbnail showed a woman with rectangular reading glasses, an ochre-colored forearm placed strategically over a pair of large, exposed breasts. Claire looked up at their owner. The therapist was staring at Will coyly, a man that only hours earlier, Claire had planned to marry. Too many accomplished women, too few worthy men. “So!” Dr. Richards asked brightly, refocusing her attention on both of them. “How's it all going? Any updates to share?” Will turned to face Claire, but she kept her eyes fixed on Dr. Richards, eyes full of defiant optimism. “Actually,” she smiled. “I think we're done here.” submitted by /u/CreativeObject297 to r/shortstories [link] [comments]

Man gave names to all the animals. Bob gave codes, metaphors, and motiffs to reveal his narrative and intentions. In reference to my "Bob Dill In: A Theory" post. (Yes this is long winded, you're welcome for the free content) Fair enough fam, lol. While I'm familiar with the quasi-nihilistic meme culture of the internet and surely realize everybody must get stoned, I admittedly expected Expecting Rain, Steve Hoffman, and Reddit Dylan fans would welcome any and all good faith community engagement. The whole world is full of speculation. Why waste a fly's shit of time making unconstructive thread-craps? Is an alternative perspective responsibly stated as speculative fan theory not refreshing, no matter how oddly it strained credulity? I'm no writer and though my post was in good faith and, rationally considered over years, it was certainly not as adequately prepared nor as concisely stated a thesis as the matter deserved. Please kindly consider this 34 yr. old American gringo of latino heritage wittled that after a shite Amazon dsp shift and a few Cinco de Mayo margaritas. ;) Anywho... I've decided to further research and write a book exploring these Dylan interpretations. It's consistency suggests an accuracy. I'll elaborate further on YouTube. With Twain, Shakespeare, DaVinci, Kubrick we are encouraged to analyze the artist's deeper intentions and motivations. Why not Bob Dylan? "Something's happening here and you don't know what it is" is his modus operandi. He delights in confounding and subverting expections. Before I beg your time's pardon and blue skidoo on out the open window, some final thoughts... I'm indeed a fan but hardly an obsessive. I don't post here and I've only been to 4 shows in Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, and Kentucky, plus my first: a magnificent, intense front row experience with eye contact galore at Palo Alto, 2019. I'm of the apparently rare opinion he's a hip, sharp 84 year old who would conceivably be interested in your posts here at ER, Reddit, and the SH forums. The possibility certainly exists he occassionally browses, let alone clandestinely participates with ease. So, just in case he does stumble onto this: "Please don' t let me be misunderstood" My sincerest bravo again, Zimmy. I hope my interpretations of your work are on the right track and don't irritate you or make you uncomfortable. Thanks for everything and Godspeed. "What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you?"" p.s. raRoger Waters says to tell you thank you for him at the end of his latest release. I'll just leave this week's draft notes here for the curious. Regards, all (Reading Part 1 will help) Kindly consider applying the following perspectives when next listening to Dylan. It's consistency suggests an accuracy. "Arise, arise, he cried so loud In a voice without restraint Come out, ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly But know you're not alone." (St. Augustine) -JFK trauma -Underground Railroad-esque code, word games, and trickery the Dylan/ Zimmy/ Anima split narrative The events of "Empire Burlesque/ Knocked Out Low Dead/ Down In The Grave/ Oh Mercy/ Frankie and Albert/ TOOM/ Tin Angel* hint the 3 personalities get contentious for control, direction, and redemption. ("You and me we had completeness/ I can finish this alone, honey- Driftin/ Shore) "There's voices in the Knight trying to be heard, sitting here listening to every mind-polluting word. (Million Miles) -Every public appearance, interview, award ceremony is a Kaufman-esque performance art sketch. -All songs are in same universe and can reference each other. -He sings to the mirror, his peers, and the Powers That Be -Every album is brilliant and worthwhile, prioritizing vision. Production/ song aesthetic reflect his criticisms and appreciations for those genres. Each phase seemingly reflects American culture/ current administrations/ the narrative's themes. He wasn't trying to write Big Girl, Hard Rain, Tambourine Man and failed. It was always intentionally with cheek firmly planted in cheek. Gospel years are Gonzo, Kaufman, Pink Floyd "The Wall" esque thheater/performance art where searching for meaning is challenged by false believers, hypocrites, strange beliefs, manipulation, deceit. (Aint Gonna, Gotta serve, In The Garden, When He Returns, Slow Train) "Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine." "I can manipulate people as well as anybody." "Don't let an egg get layed in there by something you can't see..." Hope the God(s) go easy on me (Give Myself To You) You can mislead a man take a hold of heart with eyes (Gonna Change Thinkin) The narration from "You're No Good" to "See Error's Theme" is Dylan's perspective, the reverse is Zimmerman's. (Time is going backwards, (Ring Them Bells) Is the whole thing going backwards(What Was It You Wanted) So much older then, (My Back Pages) Turnin back the years (My Own Version of You)). Maybe vice versa, but a reverse narrative is perceivable . Rough and Rowdy Ways cover shows the Creator, Zimmerman, and his anima/female persona in back left. The Bob Dylan character stands at oft mentioned jukebox, the two dancers from the Oh Mercy cover (Frankie and Albert?) in the center. It excentuates how the Lady in yellow has a full behind/ Dylan/ Tramp does not. All night cafe, heaven/ hell/ limbo/ the setting of important events between Knocked Out Low Dead/Down In The Grave and Oh Mercy where Dylan kills Zimmerman and Zimmerman kills Dylan. (Cover art, Six feet from the well, poison headaches, repeated references to Frankie and Albert character in Nettie Moore, Man in Black Coat's old dance hall/ GAIBTY, Shooting Star,Death Is Not End, Something dead men know in Silvio, Tin Angel). Rough and Rowdy tour sets repeat for second cycle of 3 years, reflecting not just how he can rearrange the songs/ emphasize different lyrics to change the same songs, but also reflecting how the working class enable authority to serve us the same slop over and over again (Biden/Trump) by voting with our wallets/ attendence. Ends the tour in Abilene. (Enabling) AI album on the horizon? -- WATCH FOR HIS WORD GAMES Lots of anagrams, word asdociation, phonetic similarities, double entendre.... Canadee IO= Kennedy I Owe Disease of Conceit= DOC Knocked Out Low Dead MMF= mmmffff/ Male Male Female Sinatra albums= SITN FAT Rainy Day Women (#12 and 35) = Ray Need A Woman, JFK 35th president (Gotta Serve "call me Ray") 115th dream= 1/15 MLK bday/ dream speech The sky= Often phonetically intended to sound like "This guy" Early Roman Kings- ERK Every Grain Of Sand= EGOS Isis- Aye, Sis/ Ice is. Casket was empty. (MT/ Modern Times) Romance In Durango- Roam and sing the angle Soon After Midnight- SAM Al, The Tires Whore, Says "In The Son, how'm I s'possed to get in riding (Coattails?) done Shy dough king dumb I Contain Multitudes ( ICM I see 'em) John WasLEE HARding Key West- Bowie/ Kanye visionaries Rough and Rowdys Ways- "rough fan rowed aways," "Rough end, rowed aways." Tempest underline "Am pissed" Christmas In The Heart= Christ, Missin' The Art Two riders, two writers When The Knight Comes Falling From This Guy Moderns Times= MT, empty/ My Darn Times Time Out of Mind= Toom In Fidel's Mississippi= Mrs. Hippy Sum Her Days Buy and Buy Loan Some Tape, Lose Float her tomb, Much to ask Shadows in the Knight Changing of The Guards (Gods) Slowed Rain Coming Desire=Does Ire Nashville skyline= with a southern accent Nashville's Killin Mother of Muses=MOM Black Rider= Black Writer Crossing Ruby Con Street legal: 16 years since 1962 debut, 60 years before Shadow Kingdom? Mystic= Miss Dick Blood in my eyes/ til eyes begin to bleed= Blood in ass/ til ass begin to bleed humor. Shot of Love= SOL/ SOUL On & on & on... The guy's brilliant. Evidence reoccuring characters, events, and symbolism occur: 2/3 personality evidence: Someone else is speakin’ with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart (I and I) Got My Mind Made Up/ Made Up My Mind Give Myself/ Boy and girl baked in a pie (Under Red Sky) Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone you'll know the love that I had for you was never my own/And you'll see you look much better with me than you do with him/both of us, baby, were going though some sort of a test Neither one of us could do what we do best/There's no excuse for you to say that we don't think alike (Maybe Someday) MMF= (Male male female) I dont carry dead weight I'm no flash in the pan/ set ya straight Im a union man (Cry A While) Lone Ranger/Tonto (BD Blues) "Rob(ert) every bank you can see." "Unlike songs written UP in Tin Pan(gel) Alley/this song wasn't written up there, written down in." If God's on our side he'll stop the next war (With God/Side) When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' you can say it just as good. You're right from your side. I'm right from mine. We're both just one too many mornings... (One Too/Mornings) I'll be with you when the deal goes down (WTDGD) You say you want to quit me, I say no not yet (Levee Break) I have the vision to cause division. (Aint Gonna Go Hell) I ain't holdin' nothin' back now, I ain't standin' in anybody's way/ I got up this mornin', saw the rising sun return (Rollin Tumblin) The Seven Wonders of the World are here, the evil and the good livin' side by side (Scarlet Town)Depart from me this moment I told her with my voice, will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south (As I Went Morning) Knight We Called It Day, Beyond Here Lies Nothin music videos/This love could tear me in two (Spirit on Water) /Forge my identity from the inside out (MOM)/ Life isnt about finding but creating yourself (Rolling Thunder quote) Gun in every hand (JWH) I carry 4 pistols (ICM)I don't like playing cat and mouse No gentleman likes making love to a servant Especially when he's in his father's house/ I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around/ Reality has always had too many heads (Cold Irons)They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is, they put ideas in his head that he thought were his (Clean Cut Kid) Must be living in the shadow of some kind of evil star [ShootingStar?] (Unbelievable) 3: Babies born (North Country B.) 3 angels, Triplicate, nashvile skyline triangle, 303 rarw dates, 3 bums in rags (MMF) 3 ships sailing my way (115th dream), Seen Zapruder 33 times maybe more (MMF) 5: 5children- (Hollis)/ Obviously Five Believers/5 hands reaching on Saved cover 7: Breezes blowin/shots/dead/new people being born (Hollis) The Seven Wonders of the World are here (Scarlet Town) 42nd street: Talkin WW3, Positively 42nd Street Albert: (Grossman?) Frankie and Albert, Alberta (1 2 3) Nettie Moore Alley: Clown who cried in the alley (Hard Rain) Daddy's in the alley looking for the fuse (Tombstone B.) Last night cross the alley there's a pounding on the wall, must have been Don P making 2 am booty call (Cry Awhile)boy/ girl lived in an alley (Under The Red Sky) Back Alley Sally (Cats in The Well) Backwards Time: Times A Changin The slow one now will later be fast as the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fadin', and the first one now will later be last(TTAAC) Oh, my name, it ain't nothin', my age, it means less (With God/Side) I go right to the edge, right to the end I go right where all things lost are made good again (ICM) Made up my mind I had to go on. (Isis/Mind Made Up/ Give Myself To You parallel?) Watch clocks in MMF/ Key West, TWW3, and 4 am Hurricane/ Under Your Spell." Clock stops at St. Peter's gate (Hate Be You Dreadful Day) Way past midnight (Cant Wait) Looks like I'm moving/standing still (Not Dark Yet) 2 am booty call (Cry Awhile)Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?"She says, "You got all the time in the world, honey (Handy Dandy) (I Feel A Change Coming On)/4 am in Hurricane/ Under Your Spell? / Watch time in Talkin WW3/ radio on and off in reverse MMF and Key West/ Johnson sworn in 2:38. Round about midnight we'll be on the same side (Beyond Horizon) I'm still in this all night cafe (Watch River) Barefoot: Bells: Fallout shelter bell (Talkin WW3) Ring them bells (Oh Mercy) See me returning (Dylan returns to Zimmy?) " Feel it in the wind. Ring down when you're ready Im waiting for you" (When The Knight Comes Falling From This Guy) Ain't dead yet my bell still rings (ERK) The Bend: All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) Bill: Billy (Pat Garett) Bills put down (Frankie/Judas)/ Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill/ Sweet william on death bed lay (Scarlet Town/ McKinley in MMF) Black and white: His favorite palette to alternate in concert. The band's outfits, stage design, etc. "Easy to tell wrong from right" (BD Blues) The Son, The Moon, The Day, The Knight? Gray? (Man named Gray?) All things are beautiful in their time, the black and the white (Scarlet Town) Blue Eyed Son: Man of piece, Hard Rain The Boss: The pressures down, the boss ain't here he gone North (Sweetheart Like) Boss-Tin town (Highlands) Have I surrendered to the will of God, or am I still acting like the boss?(Are Ready) Late one night when The Boss came home (Tin Angel) Brother: My brother failed to come home, The same as my father before him (NC Blues) Blood on the Tracks production with his brother's assistance. Burning: (Somethings burning baby), I met a young girl her body was burning (Hard Rain) When cities on fire burning flesh of men (DINTE) You too shall burn (Rolln Tumblin) Dont you burn (When Returns) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG)I got nothin' left to burn, Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you it probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow (Standing/ Doorway) Well my house is on fire, burnin' to this guy (til I Fell in Love With You) Dawn/evening: When rooster crows, look out window I'll be gone(DTTIA) And the day is a-gettin' dark ( One Too/Mornings) Death of Narrator:Theres no water in your well (B. Hollis Brown) Pray I don't die of thirst 2 feet from the well (Under Spell) You never miss your water til you well runs dry (Stick Together) (No Good)(Fixin To Die) (In My Time Of Dying) (See My Grave Kept Clean) I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls from their crumblin' tombs (Rollin Tumblin) The Knight We Called It A Day and Beyond Here Lies Nothin music videos/ You ever seen a ghost? No but youve heard of them (Spirit on Water) I'm still in this all night- cafe (Watch River) Eye is like shooting star (Oh Mercy death? In MUMMTGMTY) Two big bags of deadman's bones/ A childish dream is a deathless need/ noble truth sacred creed(TweedleD/TD)I dont carry dead weight no flash in the pan/ set straight Im a union man (Cry A While) how much poison did they inhale (2x2) Pellets of poison are flooding their waters (Hard Rain) Poison headache (Pledging Time) (World Gone Wrong)All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) you and me we had completeness/ I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG) Dead Man when will you arise? (DMDM)The ghost of our old love has not gone away/ Got nothin' left to burn, Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you it probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow (Standing/ Doorway) Well I’m strolling through the lonely graveyard of my mind, left my life with you somewhere back there along the line (Cant Wait) He'll say, "Nothin' neither 'live nor dead" (Handy Dandy) Diamonds: Highway (Down the Highway) of diamonds with nobody on it (Hard Rain) Thinkin about diamonds (Isis) Doctor/DOC: Talkin WW3, "Doctor said McKinley your death is on the wall." (Key West) Best friend dr wont tell me what I got (Tom Thumb) DOC (DOConceit) Doorway: Dont Stand in Doorway/Block up Hall (TTAAC) From the crossroads of my doorstep my eyes start to fade, and I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid (One Too/Mornings) You left me standing in the doorway cryin' (SITD) Dreams: Talking WW3 Series of Dreams, Bob Dylan's Dream, 115th dream (MLK bday 1/15) Mt Freud with dreams (MoVOY) A childish dream is a deathless need/ noble truth sacred creed (Tweedle Dee/D) When we were made in dreams (BiT) All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) city that dreams (Ring Bells) Adjust to what, a dream that bust? (Clean Cut Kid) Father: My brother failed to come home, The same as my father before him (NC Blues) Come mothers and fathers throughout the land and don't criticize what you can't understand(TTAAC) Why must uou criticize? Same thing my Father do, I can do likewise. (In The Garden) Servant dont wanna make love in Father's house (Driftin/Shore) Female Perspective: Marrried John Thomas, a miner, 3 children (NC Blues) I'm just like Anne Frank like Indiana Jones (I C Multitudes) I'm not there I'm gone (INT) The Gutter: Poet died (Hard Rain) Go back find a pretty boy (False Profit) I've felt transient joys (When Deal Goes Down) Transparent woman transparent dress, suits well must confess. (Goodbye J Reed) KOL cover, Knight We Called Day/ Beyond Here videos/ Depart from me this moment I told her with my voice, will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south (As I Went Morning) Frankie: (Frankie Lee?) Character in Frankie and Albert, Nettie Moore Grease: Football man with greasy hands (Shall Be Free) Gonna leave a greasy trail (Nettie Moore) Fountain: The heist: Isis, Lily/Jack Hearts The hill: Chased me a woman up the hill (Shall Be Free) Scarlet Town is under the hill (ST) I'm high on the hill (Spirit) hills of mystery (BiT)10000 men on a hill silver/ gold (10000 men/ False Profit ref?) Honey (Baby? Gal?Mom?): So long Honey, Babe (Dont Think Twice) Has airplane/ passenger train (Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance) Gal named Honey stole my money (SAM) I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) Brownesville girl, youre my honey love (BG) oh honey after all these years still the one (Cant Wait) They said it was the land of milk and honey now they say it's the land of money (Unbelievable) Ice :I Shall Be Free (Ice shall be free) Isis/Aye, Sis/ Ice, Sis And the fire in the air, it felt frozen 'til a man come to speak, and he said in one week that number 11 was closing Jack: A roe, Of Hearts, Frost, Fate, Blackjack Davey Jim: Big Jim (Lily/Jack Hearts), Jim Jones Jfk: Telephone would not stop rininging, President Kennedy asking my friend Bob what do we need to make country grow/My friend John, Bridgette Bardot "Turn and run faster when the fast bullets fly?"(MoW) ?Foreshadowing Dylan's reaction to status/JFK? Joe: (Joan/ Joni?) Joey, Diamond Joe, Set'em up Joe (Scarlet Town) Saxophone Joe (Country Pie) John: John Wes LEE HARding, John Thomas, a miner (NC Blues) Lost john on railtoad track (Nettie Moore) (Roll on John) (John Brown) Judas: Of old//Of fold? (Masters War) Judas Priest (Frankie Lee/ JP) Thinkin many dark hour Jesus betrayed by kiss, Judas Iscariot have God on side? (With God on Side) Judge: Tell the judge I said it was alright (BD Blues) Come mothers and fathers throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand(TTAAC) The judge he holds a grudge gonna call on you, badly built walks in stilts (Most Likely You Go) The judge in Drifters Escape The Knight: In the darkness of my knight (GFTNC) As the night comes in a-fallin'/ The silent knight will shatter (One Too/ Mornings) I see the shadow of a man baby, making you blue/Who is he baby, and what's he to you/ Why are your eyes just staring off in the knight/ Mid knight rain (When Knight/Fallin) The Knight is filled with Shadows, the years are filled with early doom (Rollin Tumblin) Fly away little bird, fly by Knight like the (ERK) To knight, no light will shine on me (One More Knight) In the lonely Knight in blinking stardust of pale blue light (Born In Time) Lady: little lady by my side (Shall Be Free) The light: No use turnin on that light I never known (DTTIA) Brightness of my day (GFTNC) (Sad eyed Lady) (Desolation Row) First Lady aint feeling too good (MMF) Lee: Frankie Lee, Henry/ Stagger Lee The Light: The landscape is glowin', gleamin' in the golden light of day(Rollin Tumblin) Shine your light, move it on (ROJ) To knight, no light will shine on me (One More Knight) Lightning struck courthouse (Drifters Escape) Daylight sneakin through the window (Watch River) I've got my back to The Son the Light is too intense/ See what everybody in world is against (Sugar Baby)In the lonely Knight in blinking stardust of pale blue light (Born In Time) Lily: Lillies that bloom (Ring Bells) Lily of West/ Lily, Rosemary, Jack (LRaJoH) The Line: Where winds hit heavy on The Borderline (GFTNC) Lone Ranger and Tonto riding down The Line (BD Blues) The one road we traveled on would shatter and split (BD Dream) The Line it is drawn the curse it is cast (TTAAC) Key west is on the horizon line (KW) Across the divide(Beyond the horizon) I go right to the edge I go right to the end I go right where all things lost are made good again (ICM) I have the vision to cause division. (Aint Gonna Go Hell) Been in brawl, now feeling the wall (Spirit on Water) "The ghost of our old love has not gone away" (Standing/ Doorway) You got a way of tearing the world apart (Sugar Baby) Sorry for not breakin' down no bedroom door to get at you (Maybe Someday) My back is already to the wall, where can I run?(Dead Man) Cuttin of fences (Where Teardrops Fall) I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence(til I Fell in Love With You) The walls of pride are high and wide, can’t see over to the other side (Cold Irons) Left my life with you somewhere back there along the line (Cant Wait) Mary: Dresses in green (SAM)/Queen Mary shes my friend I believe I'll go see her again. (JLAW) / Mistress Mary by William's death bed (Scarlet Town) Take A Message to Mary/ Mary and The Soldier/ Mary From Wild Moore. /I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane (Trying Get Heaven) Masks: Masters/War, Scorcese Rolling Thunder film, Halloween Bootleg 6, Wig (I Shall Be Free) face like mask (Man Black Coat) take off your mask (When Returns) The Meadow: She was there in the meadow (Love Sick?) Lovers in the meadow (Love Sick Mountain: How long exist before washed to sea (BITW) I'll reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it/ 12 misty mountains (Hard Rain) Up on Black Mountain day detroit fell (ERK)Climbed mountain of swords with bare feet (False Prophet) Go tell real story (G Jimmy Reed) Naked: "High flyin bare naked out the window" (I Shall Be Free) North: Cold in the North (Isis) North country fair where the wind hits heavy on borderline (Girl From North Country) (North Country Blues) Anne Frank in Attic (I C Multitudes) Wicked Wind on upper deck (Senior) Ocean/Sea: (Audience/fans?) I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin(Hard Rain) The ocean took my baby from me/ Meet me in the middle of the ocean leave this highway (Down the Highway) And admit that the waters around you have grown (TTAAC)The Son is sinking over banks of deep blue sea. (Workingman B) Beyond the sea/shifting sands (K West) Oxford Town/ Mississippi, around the bend Paradise: Eternity (Frankie Lee/ Judas P.) Key West is paradise divine (Key West) This love can split me in two, I wanna be with you in paradise (Spirit on Water) Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel (Dark Eyes) Poison: Pellets of poison are flooding their waters (Hard Rain) Poison headache (Pledging Time) how much poison did they inhale (2x2) Pony: young child beside a dead pony (Hard Rain) Got a new pony (Po' knee?) Lucifer (New Pony) Somebody beating on a dead horse (Man Black Coat) Rags: (Gags that silence) Hattie Carrol, Stuck in Mobile, Nashville Skyline rag, rags to riches (Every Grain) Rainbow: Young girl gave me a rainbow (Hard Rain) Ruby: Ruby lips (Rubicon) Ruby was in the backyard hanging Clothes, she had her red hair tied back Saints: Saint coming through (baby blue) Saint Annie (Queen j)St. james (mmf/ McTell) Saint Peter (MOVOY) Scarlet: Charlotte’s a harlot, dresses in scarlet (SAM)/Scarlet Town/ Scarlet Johannsen Shadows: In Knight/ Shadow Kingdom Are falling (Not Dark Yet) looking at my shadow, watching the clouds up above (Dirt Road) Slim: Two timing Slim, who's ever heard of him? (SAM) Guitar slim (MMF) The Son: I've got my back to The Son the Light is too intense/ see what everybody in world is against (Sugar Baby) The Sun don't shine above the ground (Oxford Town), Came in from the East with The Sun in my eyes. (Bob Dylan)/ I can see for myself The Son is sinking over banks of deep blue sea. (Workingman B) The Son can burn your brains right out (Long Wasted) They killed him on alter of Rising Son (MMF) Crying like fire in The Son (Baby Blue) I've seen the Son rise, I've seen the Don (Give Myself To You) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG) Thunder: Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning (Hard Rain) Thunder on the mountain If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,(What good am I?) Tom: Uncle Tom (Scartlet Town)/ Tom Thumb (JLTTB) Tom Payne (As Went Morning) The Tomb: (TOOM) I boke into the tomb (Isis) Lily/Jack Hearts vault? Train: Freight Train Blues, Fell asleep on train had dream (Bob Dylan's Dream) Long distance train (Where You Tonight) Slow Train Comin)People on the platforms Waiting for the trains (Trying Get Heaven) Wheel: And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin (Times AChangin) This Wheel's on fire/This wheel shall explode (TWSE) Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel (Dark Eyes) "I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized" Courtesy, kindness and dialogue, folks. Courtesy, kindness and dialogue. submitted by /u/EzraDawson41 to r/BobDylanCircleJerk [link] [comments]

Man gave names to all the animals. Bob gave codes, metaphors, and motiffs to reveal his narrative and intentions. In reference to my "Bob Dill In: A Theory" post. (Yes this is long winded, you're welcome for the free content) Fair enough fam, lol. While I'm familiar with the quasi-nihilistic meme culture of the internet and surely realize everybody must get stoned, I admittedly expected Expecting Rain, Steve Hoffman, and Reddit Dylan fans would welcome any and all good faith community engagement. The whole world is full of speculation. Why waste a fly's shit of time making unconstructive thread-craps? Is an alternative perspective responsibly stated as speculative fan theory not refreshing, no matter how oddly it strained credulity? I'm no writer and though my post was in good faith and, rationally considered over years, it was certainly not as adequately prepared nor as concisely stated a thesis as the matter deserved. Please kindly consider this 34 yr. old American gringo of latino heritage wittled that after a shite Amazon dsp shift and a few Cinco de Mayo margaritas. ;) Anywho... I've decided to further research and write a book exploring these Dylan interpretations. It's consistency suggests an accuracy. I'll elaborate further on YouTube. With Twain, Shakespeare, DaVinci, Kubrick we are encouraged to analyze the artist's deeper intentions and motivations. Why not Bob Dylan? "Something's happening here and you don't know what it is" is his modus operandi. He delights in confounding and subverting expections. Before I beg your time's pardon and blue skidoo on out the open window, some final thoughts... I'm indeed a fan but hardly an obsessive. I don't post here and I've only been to 4 shows in Tennessee, Georgia, Mississippi, and Kentucky, plus my first: a magnificent, intense front row experience with eye contact galore at Palo Alto, 2019. I'm of the apparently rare opinion he's a hip, sharp 84 year old who would conceivably be interested in your posts here at ER, Reddit, and the SH forums. The possibility certainly exists he occassionally browses, let alone clandestinely participates with ease. So, just in case he does stumble onto this: "Please don' t let me be misunderstood" My sincerest bravo again, Zimmy. I hope my interpretations of your work are on the right track and don't irritate you or make you uncomfortable. Thanks for everything and Godspeed. "What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you?"" p.s. raRoger Waters says to tell you thank you for him at the end of his latest release. I'll just leave this week's draft notes here for the curious. Regards, all (Reading Part 1 will help) Kindly consider applying the following perspectives when next listening to Dylan. It's consistency suggests an accuracy. "Arise, arise, he cried so loud In a voice without restraint Come out, ye gifted kings and queens And hear my sad complaint No martyr is among ye now Whom you can call your own So go on your way accordingly But know you're not alone." (St. Augustine) -JFK trauma -Underground Railroad-esque code, word games, and trickery the Dylan/ Zimmy/ Anima split narrative The events of "Empire Burlesque/ Knocked Out Low Dead/ Down In The Grave/ Oh Mercy/ Frankie and Albert/ TOOM/ Tin Angel* hint the 3 personalities get contentious for control, direction, and redemption. ("You and me we had completeness/ I can finish this alone, honey- Driftin/ Shore) "There's voices in the Knight trying to be heard, sitting here listening to every mind-polluting word. (Million Miles) -Every public appearance, interview, award ceremony is a Kaufman-esque performance art sketch. -All songs are in same universe and can reference each other. -He sings to the mirror, his peers, and the Powers That Be -Every album is brilliant and worthwhile, prioritizing vision. Production/ song aesthetic reflect his criticisms and appreciations for those genres. Each phase seemingly reflects American culture/ current administrations/ the narrative's themes. He wasn't trying to write Big Girl, Hard Rain, Tambourine Man and failed. It was always intentionally with cheek firmly planted in cheek. Gospel years are Gonzo, Kaufman, Pink Floyd "The Wall" esque thheater/performance art where searching for meaning is challenged by false believers, hypocrites, strange beliefs, manipulation, deceit. (Aint Gonna, Gotta serve, In The Garden, When He Returns, Slow Train) "Never could learn to drink that blood and call it wine." "I can manipulate people as well as anybody." "Don't let an egg get layed in there by something you can't see..." Hope the God(s) go easy on me (Give Myself To You) You can mislead a man take a hold of heart with eyes (Gonna Change Thinkin) The narration from "You're No Good" to "See Error's Theme" is Dylan's perspective, the reverse is Zimmerman's. (Time is going backwards, (Ring Them Bells) Is the whole thing going backwards(What Was It You Wanted) So much older then, (My Back Pages) Turnin back the years (My Own Version of You)). Maybe vice versa, but a reverse narrative is perceivable . Rough and Rowdy Ways cover shows the Creator, Zimmerman, and his anima/female persona in back left. The Bob Dylan character stands at oft mentioned jukebox, the two dancers from the Oh Mercy cover (Frankie and Albert?) in the center. It excentuates how the Lady in yellow has a full behind/ Dylan/ Tramp does not. All night cafe, heaven/ hell/ limbo/ the setting of important events between Knocked Out Low Dead/Down In The Grave and Oh Mercy where Dylan kills Zimmerman and Zimmerman kills Dylan. (Cover art, Six feet from the well, poison headaches, repeated references to Frankie and Albert character in Nettie Moore, Man in Black Coat's old dance hall/ GAIBTY, Shooting Star,Death Is Not End, Something dead men know in Silvio, Tin Angel). Rough and Rowdy tour sets repeat for second cycle of 3 years, reflecting not just how he can rearrange the songs/ emphasize different lyrics to change the same songs, but also reflecting how the working class enable authority to serve us the same slop over and over again (Biden/Trump) by voting with our wallets/ attendence. Ends the tour in Abilene. (Enabling) AI album on the horizon? -- WATCH FOR HIS WORD GAMES Lots of anagrams, word asdociation, phonetic similarities, double entendre.... Canadee IO= Kennedy I Owe Disease of Conceit= DOC Knocked Out Low Dead MMF= mmmffff/ Male Male Female Sinatra albums= SITN FAT Rainy Day Women (#12 and 35) = Ray Need A Woman, JFK 35th president (Gotta Serve "call me Ray") 115th dream= 1/15 MLK bday/ dream speech The sky= Often phonetically intended to sound like "This guy" Early Roman Kings- ERK Every Grain Of Sand= EGOS Isis- Aye, Sis/ Ice is. Casket was empty. (MT/ Modern Times) Romance In Durango- Roam and sing the angle Soon After Midnight- SAM Al, The Tires Whore, Says "In The Son, how'm I s'possed to get in riding (Coattails?) done Shy dough king dumb I Contain Multitudes ( ICM I see 'em) John WasLEE HARding Key West- Bowie/ Kanye visionaries Rough and Rowdys Ways- "rough fan rowed aways," "Rough end, rowed aways." Tempest underline "Am pissed" Christmas In The Heart= Christ, Missin' The Art Two riders, two writers When The Knight Comes Falling From This Guy Moderns Times= MT, empty/ My Darn Times Time Out of Mind= Toom In Fidel's Mississippi= Mrs. Hippy Sum Her Days Buy and Buy Loan Some Tape, Lose Float her tomb, Much to ask Shadows in the Knight Changing of The Guards (Gods) Slowed Rain Coming Desire=Does Ire Nashville skyline= with a southern accent Nashville's Killin Mother of Muses=MOM Black Rider= Black Writer Crossing Ruby Con Street legal: 16 years since 1962 debut, 60 years before Shadow Kingdom? Mystic= Miss Dick Blood in my eyes/ til eyes begin to bleed= Blood in ass/ til ass begin to bleed humor. Shot of Love= SOL/ SOUL On & on & on... The guy's brilliant. Evidence reoccuring characters, events, and symbolism occur: 2/3 personality evidence: Someone else is speakin’ with my mouth, but I’m listening only to my heart (I and I) Got My Mind Made Up/ Made Up My Mind Give Myself/ Boy and girl baked in a pie (Under Red Sky) Maybe someday when you're by yourself alone you'll know the love that I had for you was never my own/And you'll see you look much better with me than you do with him/both of us, baby, were going though some sort of a test Neither one of us could do what we do best/There's no excuse for you to say that we don't think alike (Maybe Someday) MMF= (Male male female) I dont carry dead weight I'm no flash in the pan/ set ya straight Im a union man (Cry A While) Lone Ranger/Tonto (BD Blues) "Rob(ert) every bank you can see." "Unlike songs written UP in Tin Pan(gel) Alley/this song wasn't written up there, written down in." If God's on our side he'll stop the next war (With God/Side) When ev'rything I'm a-sayin' you can say it just as good. You're right from your side. I'm right from mine. We're both just one too many mornings... (One Too/Mornings) I'll be with you when the deal goes down (WTDGD) You say you want to quit me, I say no not yet (Levee Break) I have the vision to cause division. (Aint Gonna Go Hell) I ain't holdin' nothin' back now, I ain't standin' in anybody's way/ I got up this mornin', saw the rising sun return (Rollin Tumblin) The Seven Wonders of the World are here, the evil and the good livin' side by side (Scarlet Town)Depart from me this moment I told her with my voice, will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south (As I Went Morning) Knight We Called It Day, Beyond Here Lies Nothin music videos/This love could tear me in two (Spirit on Water) /Forge my identity from the inside out (MOM)/ Life isnt about finding but creating yourself (Rolling Thunder quote) Gun in every hand (JWH) I carry 4 pistols (ICM)I don't like playing cat and mouse No gentleman likes making love to a servant Especially when he's in his father's house/ I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) I’m beginning to hear voices and there’s no one around/ Reality has always had too many heads (Cold Irons)They said what's up is down, they said what isn't is, they put ideas in his head that he thought were his (Clean Cut Kid) Must be living in the shadow of some kind of evil star [ShootingStar?] (Unbelievable) 3: Babies born (North Country B.) 3 angels, Triplicate, nashvile skyline triangle, 303 rarw dates, 3 bums in rags (MMF) 3 ships sailing my way (115th dream), Seen Zapruder 33 times maybe more (MMF) 5: 5children- (Hollis)/ Obviously Five Believers/5 hands reaching on Saved cover 7: Breezes blowin/shots/dead/new people being born (Hollis) The Seven Wonders of the World are here (Scarlet Town) 42nd street: Talkin WW3, Positively 42nd Street Albert: (Grossman?) Frankie and Albert, Alberta (1 2 3) Nettie Moore Alley: Clown who cried in the alley (Hard Rain) Daddy's in the alley looking for the fuse (Tombstone B.) Last night cross the alley there's a pounding on the wall, must have been Don P making 2 am booty call (Cry Awhile)boy/ girl lived in an alley (Under The Red Sky) Back Alley Sally (Cats in The Well) Backwards Time: Times A Changin The slow one now will later be fast as the present now will later be past, the order is rapidly fadin', and the first one now will later be last(TTAAC) Oh, my name, it ain't nothin', my age, it means less (With God/Side) I go right to the edge, right to the end I go right where all things lost are made good again (ICM) Made up my mind I had to go on. (Isis/Mind Made Up/ Give Myself To You parallel?) Watch clocks in MMF/ Key West, TWW3, and 4 am Hurricane/ Under Your Spell." Clock stops at St. Peter's gate (Hate Be You Dreadful Day) Way past midnight (Cant Wait) Looks like I'm moving/standing still (Not Dark Yet) 2 am booty call (Cry Awhile)Darling, tell me the truth, how much time I got?"She says, "You got all the time in the world, honey (Handy Dandy) (I Feel A Change Coming On)/4 am in Hurricane/ Under Your Spell? / Watch time in Talkin WW3/ radio on and off in reverse MMF and Key West/ Johnson sworn in 2:38. Round about midnight we'll be on the same side (Beyond Horizon) I'm still in this all night cafe (Watch River) Barefoot: Bells: Fallout shelter bell (Talkin WW3) Ring them bells (Oh Mercy) See me returning (Dylan returns to Zimmy?) " Feel it in the wind. Ring down when you're ready Im waiting for you" (When The Knight Comes Falling From This Guy) Ain't dead yet my bell still rings (ERK) The Bend: All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) Bill: Billy (Pat Garett) Bills put down (Frankie/Judas)/ Uncle Tom still workin' for Uncle Bill/ Sweet william on death bed lay (Scarlet Town/ McKinley in MMF) Black and white: His favorite palette to alternate in concert. The band's outfits, stage design, etc. "Easy to tell wrong from right" (BD Blues) The Son, The Moon, The Day, The Knight? Gray? (Man named Gray?) All things are beautiful in their time, the black and the white (Scarlet Town) Blue Eyed Son: Man of piece, Hard Rain The Boss: The pressures down, the boss ain't here he gone North (Sweetheart Like) Boss-Tin town (Highlands) Have I surrendered to the will of God, or am I still acting like the boss?(Are Ready) Late one night when The Boss came home (Tin Angel) Brother: My brother failed to come home, The same as my father before him (NC Blues) Blood on the Tracks production with his brother's assistance. Burning: (Somethings burning baby), I met a young girl her body was burning (Hard Rain) When cities on fire burning flesh of men (DINTE) You too shall burn (Rolln Tumblin) Dont you burn (When Returns) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG)I got nothin' left to burn, Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you it probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow (Standing/ Doorway) Well my house is on fire, burnin' to this guy (til I Fell in Love With You) Dawn/evening: When rooster crows, look out window I'll be gone(DTTIA) And the day is a-gettin' dark ( One Too/Mornings) Death of Narrator:Theres no water in your well (B. Hollis Brown) Pray I don't die of thirst 2 feet from the well (Under Spell) You never miss your water til you well runs dry (Stick Together) (No Good)(Fixin To Die) (In My Time Of Dying) (See My Grave Kept Clean) I've been conjuring up all these long dead souls from their crumblin' tombs (Rollin Tumblin) The Knight We Called It A Day and Beyond Here Lies Nothin music videos/ You ever seen a ghost? No but youve heard of them (Spirit on Water) I'm still in this all night- cafe (Watch River) Eye is like shooting star (Oh Mercy death? In MUMMTGMTY) Two big bags of deadman's bones/ A childish dream is a deathless need/ noble truth sacred creed(TweedleD/TD)I dont carry dead weight no flash in the pan/ set straight Im a union man (Cry A While) how much poison did they inhale (2x2) Pellets of poison are flooding their waters (Hard Rain) Poison headache (Pledging Time) (World Gone Wrong)All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) you and me we had completeness/ I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG) Dead Man when will you arise? (DMDM)The ghost of our old love has not gone away/ Got nothin' left to burn, Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you it probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow (Standing/ Doorway) Well I’m strolling through the lonely graveyard of my mind, left my life with you somewhere back there along the line (Cant Wait) He'll say, "Nothin' neither 'live nor dead" (Handy Dandy) Diamonds: Highway (Down the Highway) of diamonds with nobody on it (Hard Rain) Thinkin about diamonds (Isis) Doctor/DOC: Talkin WW3, "Doctor said McKinley your death is on the wall." (Key West) Best friend dr wont tell me what I got (Tom Thumb) DOC (DOConceit) Doorway: Dont Stand in Doorway/Block up Hall (TTAAC) From the crossroads of my doorstep my eyes start to fade, and I turn my head back to the room where my love and I have laid (One Too/Mornings) You left me standing in the doorway cryin' (SITD) Dreams: Talking WW3 Series of Dreams, Bob Dylan's Dream, 115th dream (MLK bday 1/15) Mt Freud with dreams (MoVOY) A childish dream is a deathless need/ noble truth sacred creed (Tweedle Dee/D) When we were made in dreams (BiT) All dreams vanished, dont know whats around bend (DINTE) city that dreams (Ring Bells) Adjust to what, a dream that bust? (Clean Cut Kid) Father: My brother failed to come home, The same as my father before him (NC Blues) Come mothers and fathers throughout the land and don't criticize what you can't understand(TTAAC) Why must uou criticize? Same thing my Father do, I can do likewise. (In The Garden) Servant dont wanna make love in Father's house (Driftin/Shore) Female Perspective: Marrried John Thomas, a miner, 3 children (NC Blues) I'm just like Anne Frank like Indiana Jones (I C Multitudes) I'm not there I'm gone (INT) The Gutter: Poet died (Hard Rain) Go back find a pretty boy (False Profit) I've felt transient joys (When Deal Goes Down) Transparent woman transparent dress, suits well must confess. (Goodbye J Reed) KOL cover, Knight We Called Day/ Beyond Here videos/ Depart from me this moment I told her with my voice, will secretly accept you, and together we'll fly south (As I Went Morning) Frankie: (Frankie Lee?) Character in Frankie and Albert, Nettie Moore Grease: Football man with greasy hands (Shall Be Free) Gonna leave a greasy trail (Nettie Moore) Fountain: The heist: Isis, Lily/Jack Hearts The hill: Chased me a woman up the hill (Shall Be Free) Scarlet Town is under the hill (ST) I'm high on the hill (Spirit) hills of mystery (BiT)10000 men on a hill silver/ gold (10000 men/ False Profit ref?) Honey (Baby? Gal?Mom?): So long Honey, Babe (Dont Think Twice) Has airplane/ passenger train (Honey Just Allow Me One More Chance) Gal named Honey stole my money (SAM) I can finish this alone, honey (Driftin/ Shore) Brownesville girl, youre my honey love (BG) oh honey after all these years still the one (Cant Wait) They said it was the land of milk and honey now they say it's the land of money (Unbelievable) Ice :I Shall Be Free (Ice shall be free) Isis/Aye, Sis/ Ice, Sis And the fire in the air, it felt frozen 'til a man come to speak, and he said in one week that number 11 was closing Jack: A roe, Of Hearts, Frost, Fate, Blackjack Davey Jim: Big Jim (Lily/Jack Hearts), Jim Jones Jfk: Telephone would not stop rininging, President Kennedy asking my friend Bob what do we need to make country grow/My friend John, Bridgette Bardot "Turn and run faster when the fast bullets fly?"(MoW) ?Foreshadowing Dylan's reaction to status/JFK? Joe: (Joan/ Joni?) Joey, Diamond Joe, Set'em up Joe (Scarlet Town) Saxophone Joe (Country Pie) John: John Wes LEE HARding, John Thomas, a miner (NC Blues) Lost john on railtoad track (Nettie Moore) (Roll on John) (John Brown) Judas: Of old//Of fold? (Masters War) Judas Priest (Frankie Lee/ JP) Thinkin many dark hour Jesus betrayed by kiss, Judas Iscariot have God on side? (With God on Side) Judge: Tell the judge I said it was alright (BD Blues) Come mothers and fathers throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand(TTAAC) The judge he holds a grudge gonna call on you, badly built walks in stilts (Most Likely You Go) The judge in Drifters Escape The Knight: In the darkness of my knight (GFTNC) As the night comes in a-fallin'/ The silent knight will shatter (One Too/ Mornings) I see the shadow of a man baby, making you blue/Who is he baby, and what's he to you/ Why are your eyes just staring off in the knight/ Mid knight rain (When Knight/Fallin) The Knight is filled with Shadows, the years are filled with early doom (Rollin Tumblin) Fly away little bird, fly by Knight like the (ERK) To knight, no light will shine on me (One More Knight) In the lonely Knight in blinking stardust of pale blue light (Born In Time) Lady: little lady by my side (Shall Be Free) The light: No use turnin on that light I never known (DTTIA) Brightness of my day (GFTNC) (Sad eyed Lady) (Desolation Row) First Lady aint feeling too good (MMF) Lee: Frankie Lee, Henry/ Stagger Lee The Light: The landscape is glowin', gleamin' in the golden light of day(Rollin Tumblin) Shine your light, move it on (ROJ) To knight, no light will shine on me (One More Knight) Lightning struck courthouse (Drifters Escape) Daylight sneakin through the window (Watch River) I've got my back to The Son the Light is too intense/ See what everybody in world is against (Sugar Baby)In the lonely Knight in blinking stardust of pale blue light (Born In Time) Lily: Lillies that bloom (Ring Bells) Lily of West/ Lily, Rosemary, Jack (LRaJoH) The Line: Where winds hit heavy on The Borderline (GFTNC) Lone Ranger and Tonto riding down The Line (BD Blues) The one road we traveled on would shatter and split (BD Dream) The Line it is drawn the curse it is cast (TTAAC) Key west is on the horizon line (KW) Across the divide(Beyond the horizon) I go right to the edge I go right to the end I go right where all things lost are made good again (ICM) I have the vision to cause division. (Aint Gonna Go Hell) Been in brawl, now feeling the wall (Spirit on Water) "The ghost of our old love has not gone away" (Standing/ Doorway) You got a way of tearing the world apart (Sugar Baby) Sorry for not breakin' down no bedroom door to get at you (Maybe Someday) My back is already to the wall, where can I run?(Dead Man) Cuttin of fences (Where Teardrops Fall) I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence(til I Fell in Love With You) The walls of pride are high and wide, can’t see over to the other side (Cold Irons) Left my life with you somewhere back there along the line (Cant Wait) Mary: Dresses in green (SAM)/Queen Mary shes my friend I believe I'll go see her again. (JLAW) / Mistress Mary by William's death bed (Scarlet Town) Take A Message to Mary/ Mary and The Soldier/ Mary From Wild Moore. /I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary Jane (Trying Get Heaven) Masks: Masters/War, Scorcese Rolling Thunder film, Halloween Bootleg 6, Wig (I Shall Be Free) face like mask (Man Black Coat) take off your mask (When Returns) The Meadow: She was there in the meadow (Love Sick?) Lovers in the meadow (Love Sick Mountain: How long exist before washed to sea (BITW) I'll reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it/ 12 misty mountains (Hard Rain) Up on Black Mountain day detroit fell (ERK)Climbed mountain of swords with bare feet (False Prophet) Go tell real story (G Jimmy Reed) Naked: "High flyin bare naked out the window" (I Shall Be Free) North: Cold in the North (Isis) North country fair where the wind hits heavy on borderline (Girl From North Country) (North Country Blues) Anne Frank in Attic (I C Multitudes) Wicked Wind on upper deck (Senior) Ocean/Sea: (Audience/fans?) I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin(Hard Rain) The ocean took my baby from me/ Meet me in the middle of the ocean leave this highway (Down the Highway) And admit that the waters around you have grown (TTAAC)The Son is sinking over banks of deep blue sea. (Workingman B) Beyond the sea/shifting sands (K West) Oxford Town/ Mississippi, around the bend Paradise: Eternity (Frankie Lee/ Judas P.) Key West is paradise divine (Key West) This love can split me in two, I wanna be with you in paradise (Spirit on Water) Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel (Dark Eyes) Poison: Pellets of poison are flooding their waters (Hard Rain) Poison headache (Pledging Time) how much poison did they inhale (2x2) Pony: young child beside a dead pony (Hard Rain) Got a new pony (Po' knee?) Lucifer (New Pony) Somebody beating on a dead horse (Man Black Coat) Rags: (Gags that silence) Hattie Carrol, Stuck in Mobile, Nashville Skyline rag, rags to riches (Every Grain) Rainbow: Young girl gave me a rainbow (Hard Rain) Ruby: Ruby lips (Rubicon) Ruby was in the backyard hanging Clothes, she had her red hair tied back Saints: Saint coming through (baby blue) Saint Annie (Queen j)St. james (mmf/ McTell) Saint Peter (MOVOY) Scarlet: Charlotte’s a harlot, dresses in scarlet (SAM)/Scarlet Town/ Scarlet Johannsen Shadows: In Knight/ Shadow Kingdom Are falling (Not Dark Yet) looking at my shadow, watching the clouds up above (Dirt Road) Slim: Two timing Slim, who's ever heard of him? (SAM) Guitar slim (MMF) The Son: I've got my back to The Son the Light is too intense/ see what everybody in world is against (Sugar Baby) The Sun don't shine above the ground (Oxford Town), Came in from the East with The Sun in my eyes. (Bob Dylan)/ I can see for myself The Son is sinking over banks of deep blue sea. (Workingman B) The Son can burn your brains right out (Long Wasted) They killed him on alter of Rising Son (MMF) Crying like fire in The Son (Baby Blue) I've seen the Son rise, I've seen the Don (Give Myself To You) We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn 'til The Son peels the paint and the seat Covers fade and the water mock a sin dies." (BG) Thunder: Heard the sound of the thunder that roared out a warning (Hard Rain) Thunder on the mountain If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky,(What good am I?) Tom: Uncle Tom (Scartlet Town)/ Tom Thumb (JLTTB) Tom Payne (As Went Morning) The Tomb: (TOOM) I boke into the tomb (Isis) Lily/Jack Hearts vault? Train: Freight Train Blues, Fell asleep on train had dream (Bob Dylan's Dream) Long distance train (Where You Tonight) Slow Train Comin)People on the platforms Waiting for the trains (Trying Get Heaven) Wheel: And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin (Times AChangin) This Wheel's on fire/This wheel shall explode (TWSE) Oh, the French girl, she's in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel (Dark Eyes) "I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized" Courtesy, kindness and dialogue, folks. Courtesy, kindness and dialogue. submitted by /u/EzraDawson41 to r/bobdylan [link] [comments]

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Some parents and I were volunteering yesterday morning at one of my kids' schools and noticed how few kids were arriving before the bell. I walked over and it turns out Mayor Bass was doing a ceremony in the middle of morning rush right where 2 elementary schools do morning dropoff (one LAUSD and one parochial). This caused a huge amount of dropoff chaos for parents and students, especially because yesterday was a state testing day. Our school had to dismiss all tardies for the day and push back the state testing start time so kids could settle in. I spoke with the police Captain on duty there and he said the only got the call the night before this event, so there was no pre-planning or coordination between DPSS, LAPD, the Mayor's office, and the schools that were impacted. Really poor planning and frustrating for people just trying to get to school on time. submitted by /u/firstcity_thirdcoast to r/SFV [link] [comments]

Sorry. I'm a stupid american with an honest question: is Cinco de mayo a holiday in Mexico? We're taught it's the equivalent of July 4th since it's our independence days. Today my manager (who is mexican) told us it's not that big of a deal in Mexico. Is that actually true? submitted by /u/hornback91 to r/AskMexico [link] [comments]