By Tommy Acosta
On May 24 poet Bob Dylan celebrates his 84th birthday and is still performing live today.
For those of us Baby Bloomers we remember him well as his songs were the catalyst to the awakening of a generation to the great injustices in our society and the profits made by those who peddle war, hate and disease.
His music inspired so many songwriters and performers of that era including the Beatles and so many others, as well as myself.
In honor of his contributions to the world I wrote and recorded song for his birthday, a tribute to his beautiful poetry and an assessment of where we stand in the world today.
It almost seems that that glimmer of hope Dylan ignited has been almost snuffed out by the predators of today.
My song, called “Blood of the Sun” is a call to the poets and singers out there to lift their pens and voices once again against the onslaught of darkness buffeting our planet.
Here it is:
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Very well thought out lyrics and great sound overall. Nice tribute to the truth sayer(s) of the music world. There is a great short called Dylan Meets Dave Stewart, if you haven’t seen it you should it’s great! Dylan is played by Eddie Marsan of Ray Donovan fame-
https://youtu.be/bV0j3oUgyLs?feature=shared
I love musical-lyrical genius. The Dali’s of words and wisdom. One of my favorites.
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Picture That
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the Casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
No fucking brains, no fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Colder, colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy
-George Roger Waters
Going to see Bob and Willie next month on the Outlaw Tour!