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.
Tell Ol' Bill (by Dylan, new unpublished lyrics - used in the movie North Country - but as transcribed by someone with better ears than I have. I think this extraordinary folk-country tune can be found on i-tunes, but not certain.)
The river whispers in my ear I've hardly a penny to my name The heavens they never seemed so near All of my body glows with flame
The tempest struggles in the air And [or: Unto] to myself alone I sing It could sink me then and there I can hear the echoes ring
I try to find one smiling face To drive the shadow from my head I'm stranded in this nameless place Lying restless in a heavy bed
Tell me straight out if you will Why must you torture me within Why must you come down from your high hill Throw my fate to the clouds and wind
Far away in a silent land Secret thoughts are hard to bear [or "bare" would make sense too] Remember me, you'll understand Emotions we can never share
You trampled on me as you passed Left the coldest kiss upon my brow All of my doubts and fears have gone at last I've nothing more to tell you now
I walk by tranquil lakes and streams As each new season's dawn awaits I lay awake at night with troubled dreams The enemy is at the gate
Beneath the thunder-blasted trees The words are ringing off your tongue The ground is hard at [and?] times like these Stars are cold, the night is young
The rocks are bleak, the trees are bare Iron clouds go floating by Snowflakes falling in my hair Beneath the gray and stormy [stony?] sky
The evening sun is sinking low The woods are dark, the town is too They'll drag you down, they run the show Ain't no telling what they'll do
Tell ol' Bill when he comes home Anything is worth a try Tell him that I'm not alone That the hour has come to do or die
All the world I would defy Let me make it plain as day I look at you now and I sigh How could it be any other way?