what is the Row?

Bob Dylan - Desolation Row  lyrics | analysis   i take no credit for lyrics or analysis (or anything else on this thing for that matter). peace/love to all

the Row has many names and assumes many forms. It is constant, and it is ever-changing. it is reality, and it is imagination. it is rejection, and it is acceptance. it is desolation, and it is free, unshackled jubilation.

the Row harnesses the collective creative energies of our entire universe. it is the powerful--yet undefinable--presence inside each and every one of us, the voice that calls us, begs us to embrace our unique artistic potential and challenge the cruelty and the banality of mainstream society. it provides a haven and an inspiration for the ingenuity and the vision that exist within all of us and furnishes an environment where we can cast away the trammels of reality and embrace of the limitless canvas of imagination and fantasy.

the Row, dear reader, offers true and invulnerable happiness and definite, exhilarating purpose. my friend, I invite to embrace the ipseity that lies dormant deep within your soul. To dream, to hope, to create.... come with me, to the Row.    hide


Wind in the Trees

Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.

~Stephen Vincent Benét

and with each passing second the past falls away
we sit all alone as we pass through the day
but with each wasted minute our soul shall decay
and we shall marry the earth on that fateful last day

but Dear Mother Nature, she smiles with ease
her sweet whistling wind whispers "do as you please"
for the fleeting kiss of life is just wind in the trees
and tomorrow today is a floating memory


The Siren

i look at you now as you float on a cloud
as i swim in your eyes, i know not where im bound
but from your sweet lips i hear heaven's holy sound
Call on, my dear siren, carry me to the ground

The Sky's Lullaby

ran cascades like diamonds from a land in the sky
the gift up above born from God's watchful eye
but sleep well tonight, dearest lady dont cry
for you know your love for the Sky will not die

Neon Snow

hellooooooooooo my friend. how do you do?
i want to say hey on my brand new kazzoo
from the town where i flew
where they shout from the moon.

so good to see you now,
so sad to see you go,
to take your graceful bow
and to walk on neon snow..........