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"Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
To the reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
Down alone my restless palms.
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I am nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace.
I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You've slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know, babe, will you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real."
- Spanish Harlem Incident, Bob Dylan
Gotta be careful. It's easy to just get burnt-out and babed-out. I'm coming to appreciate myself more. Less overall nervous, though strangely more prone to occasional panic, but I do still know where reality is; it's sometimes just hard to really put myself there. Strange indeed. Life's moving forward more than ever before, but I have to be careful to not fall on my nose hard. Even as I say this, I feel like I'm projecting out too fast head-over-heels.
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet burn up the street
I am homeless, come and take me
To the reach of your rattling drums
Let me know, babe, all about my fortune
Down alone my restless palms.
Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast an' slashing
An' your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come an' make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let me know, babe, I am nearly drowning
If it's you my lifelines trace.
I been wond'rin' all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You've slayed me, you have made me
I got to laugh halfways off my heels
I got to know, babe, will you surround me
So I can know if I'm really real."
- Spanish Harlem Incident, Bob Dylan
Gotta be careful. It's easy to just get burnt-out and babed-out. I'm coming to appreciate myself more. Less overall nervous, though strangely more prone to occasional panic, but I do still know where reality is; it's sometimes just hard to really put myself there. Strange indeed. Life's moving forward more than ever before, but I have to be careful to not fall on my nose hard. Even as I say this, I feel like I'm projecting out too fast head-over-heels.