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Random Bob Dylan Lyrics

 I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself as I can
 Some things are too hot to touch
 The human mind can only stand so much
 You can’t win with a losing hand
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Song: “Things Have Changed”
Album: The Essential Bob Dylan
First played: 2000-03-10
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bobdylan.com/songs/things-have
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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod…

—Robert Louis Stevenson, “The Land of Nod”
Published in A Child’s Garden of Verses (1885)

Image: illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to “The Land of Nod”

Today, 14 March, is #WorldSleepDay 💤

poetryfoundation.org/poems/474

The Land of Nod by Robert Louis Stevenson From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do— All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear.
Pen and ink illustration by Charles Robinson (1870–1937) to Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem "The Land of Nod", from A Child’s Garden of Verses (Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York, 1895). The illustration is tall and thin; the right side is dominated by a black crag (or possibly a strange tree-trunk), in front of which, in the bottom right-hand corner, stand two fantastical bird-like creatures with scruffy feathers and outsized, beaked heads. Although not overtly threatening or frightening, they are unsettling in their appearance. Behind them, a small child, head bowed, toils up-slope with the aid of a staff. Strange, cloudy outcrops and buildings are in the background. In the top left-hand corner, a giant, long-nosed face peers over the top of the cliff. The caption in the right-hand margin reads: "Up the mountain sides of dreams"
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