We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman takin' bribes on the side
You may be workin' in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir
Assistant VIllage Idiot
Seems we all have to decide daily, and in all our decisions, who we're going to serve. It's not always easy, but well worth the effort to try to choose wisely, as was stated so well in Indiana Jones movie.
Shame on me for going off thread, but so many Emmy Lou Harris aficianados here that i just have to share this new find. "Making Believe" come to think of it is not off thread so much --just a different national treasure worth ten thousand Fort Knox treasures to a country's heart. First heard this song on Ray Charles' very brave and thank goodness for him successful ''Modern Sounds in Country and Western'' album, so far back in time i can't hardly imagine. ELH is singing here from about a lustrum or two later, and she's breaking her voice right square in your bittersweet love place. She hurts so good, i almost wish i wished i hadn't been born.
I was glad to hear Dylan's own version - I'd not heard all the verses. The version I'd heard - and loved - is Phil Driscoll's - and I still think he puts the song over better than Bob...if such heresy is allowed.