Mr. Tambourine Man

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.
Though I know that evenin’s empire has returned into sand
Vanished from my hand
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping
My weariness amazes me, I’m branded on my feet
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street’s too dead for dreaming.Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.Take me on 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’
I’m ready to go anywhere, I’m ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’ swingin’ madly across the sun
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’
And if you hear vague traces of skippin’ reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it’s just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn’t pay it any mind, it’s just a shadow you’re
Seein’ that he’s chasing.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey ! Mr Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you.

‘Mr. Tambourine Man’ is a song by Bob Dylan in 1965 for his album ‘Bringing it all back home’.

The first time I heard this song, I felt as if I had a way out. A way out of all of life’s worries and chaos. All the conflict and the confusions running through my mind.

It was  undoubtedly one of the greatest albums in rock history. I kept listening to it over and over again.

Yesterday, someone asked if I have heard this song, and I was thrown back to the time when I was still in college and wondering my life was taking me, yes, I was blue, like all college students are. Yes, I was having fun, like all college students do.

It was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Maybe there was.

Maybe the music sounded better, maybe the wind was happy.

Maybe I was hopeful about all things.

I am not, that hopeful anymore.

Why? I don’t know exactly.

So when I heard this song I was filled with so many memories and trust me I wanted to re-live all of them. Well not ALL, to be honest.

But most of them.

We all have so many dreams when we go to college and when we finally get there, we think and we rethink everything.

Friends, work, love, life.

Everything changes.

There are countless arguments, several fights, backbiting, reunions, but you don’t understand what life is about.

Yo search the seven seas of your mind but that hollowness remains. You keep thinking you need someone in your life, even if they think you don’t matter. It’s not fair to you.

You need to look into that hollow empty space within you and fill it with art, fill it with poetry, beauty, green fields, clouds, storms and when you are at your lowest, pills drugs whatever floats your boat. But don’t die.

Death is beautiful I agree but you have things to do!

You have places to see!

You have to listen to your tambourine man and you have to dance the worries away.

You have to breathe.

Hey, I’m here too. She is here too. So is he.

We all are. We can all be filled with art and beauty even if we have ink on our skin and scars in our hearts or the other way around. Let the leaves grow out of you. You can become a tree of everlasting words and arts fruit.

Wouldn’t that be amazing?

You will be so amazing. You will be a legend.

You will have a throne.

You will sleep sound.