This is an excerpt of a discovery I made while looking for old jailhouse style lyrics. It’s funny, almost crazy, how the worst place in the world brings out the sharpest wisdom. In the face of the worst kind of darkness a light comes on and set’s itself to change the world. Read the rest at the link below the piece.
Political World
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
We live in a political world
Love don’t have any place
We’re living in times where men commit crimes
And crime don’t have a face
We live in a political world
Icicles hanging down
Wedding bells ring and angels sing
Clouds cover up the ground
We live in a political world
Wisdom is thrown into jail
It rots in a cell, is misguided as hell
Leaving no one to pick up a trail
We live in a political world
Where mercy walks the plank
Life is in mirrors, death disappears
Up the steps into the nearest bank
Read the entire song at Bob Dylan’s
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