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then I am wearing black suit, white shirt, black tie, pockets full of tissues, most crumpled, mostly used, like my spirits If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in a baptist church, a nice jewish boy, fixing his askewed tie, doing what The Lord commanded of him If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, sunny and 72 Farenheit, inside of me its a different forecast, y'all decide the condition, the condition I'm in I'm in the way back row, humming so softly, me and Johnny C. nobody hears, nobody cares, *She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no and nobody sees Nobody knows but me* nobody knows, I am there, nobody sees, nobody believes, but god only knows I am here my spirit taken here unasked, unaided, unabated did not have to fly, the ship that was to take me, busted on the rocks for *the words that are used to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken for the chains of the sea will have busted in the night, will be buried at the bottom of the ocean* still If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, at a funeral, my words gone silent, even store bought stock phrases, so sorry for your loss, not for sale, all gone, all aloft, all sold out on this Sabbath day If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in some form of which not readily acquainted, my new context a riddle, never knew this morphosis till now, until it was needed, all on that day If it's 2:45pm can't understand all these people standing over me, and the sidewalk taste in my my mouth it appears I appeared on east 57th street in my New York City, it appears I appeared to have fainted dead away, asking me not where how or when, only why, and I have no answers for them or me or anybody who dare asks a quest, commencing and ending in why must have been the heat, but decide then and there maybe go visit my Jordan and my grand children
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
If it's 2pm on the Eastern Seaboard
then I am wearing black suit, white shirt, black tie, pockets full of tissues, most crumpled, mostly used, like my spirits If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in a baptist church, a nice jewish boy, fixing his askewed tie, doing what The Lord commanded of him If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, sunny and 72 Farenheit, inside of me its a different forecast, y'all decide the condition, the condition I'm in I'm in the way back row, humming so softly, me and Johnny C. nobody hears, nobody cares, *She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear But sometimes at night when the cold wind moans In a long black veil she cries over my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She visits my grave where the night winds wail Nobody knows, no and nobody sees Nobody knows but me* nobody knows, I am there, nobody sees, nobody believes, but god only knows I am here my spirit taken here unasked, unaided, unabated did not have to fly, the ship that was to take me, busted on the rocks for *the words that are used to get the ship confused will not be understood as they’re spoken for the chains of the sea will have busted in the night, will be buried at the bottom of the ocean* still If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, at a funeral, my words gone silent, even store bought stock phrases, so sorry for your loss, not for sale, all gone, all aloft, all sold out on this Sabbath day If it's 2pm, I am in Augusta, in some form of which not readily acquainted, my new context a riddle, never knew this morphosis till now, until it was needed, all on that day If it's 2:45pm can't understand all these people standing over me, and the sidewalk taste in my my mouth it appears I appeared on east 57th street in my New York City, it appears I appeared to have fainted dead away, asking me not where how or when, only why, and I have no answers for them or me or anybody who dare asks a quest, commencing and ending in why must have been the heat, but decide then and there maybe go visit my Jordan and my grand children
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Long_Black_Veil_(song) http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/when-ship-comes 2:00pm for Maria
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
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