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.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight And there's no moon There's just a hot-blooded singer Singing "Memphis in June" While they're beating the devil out of a guy Who's wearing a powder-blue wig Later he'll be shot For resisting arrest I can still hear his voice crying In the wilderness What looks large from a distance Close up ain't never that big
Never could learn to drink that blood And call it wine. Never could learn to hold you, love And call you mine.
Dylan, from Tight Connection to my Heart (Has Anybody Seen my Love?) - buy it here