Emotions and Feelings

A hungry mob is an angry mob.

Slave driver, the table is turn. Catch a fire so you can get burn.

One good thing about music When it hits you You feel no pain.

Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz, My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.

Down on me, down on me, Looks like everybody in this whole round world Is down on me.

I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released.

There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke

And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice.

You got a lot of nerve To say you are my friend When I was down You just stood there grinning.

How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone?

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin’ ship, My senses have been stripped, My hands can’t feel to grip, My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin’.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to.

And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life and life only

But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked.

Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’, But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’, And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.

Of all the questions you might want to ask about angels, the only one you ever hear is how many can dance on the head of a pin. No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth or guiding a boy and a girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

History says, Don’t hope On this side of the grave. But then, once in a lifetime The longed-for tidal wave Of justice can rise up And hope and history rhyme.

I shouldered a kind of manhood stepping in to lift the coffins of dead relations.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary.

Father, I love you, yet how can I say thank you, I who can’t hold my liquor either and don’t even know the places to fish.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms.

how to love this world.

There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

Even damnation is poisoned with rainbows.