Forgive me, Gentle Reader, this moment of self-indulgence. We're listening to "Blood on the Tracks" this afternoon, indulging our inner masochist. While this was never my favorite song on the album... it really fits today.
People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
Sweet lady
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads headin’ south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
Full lyrics here, but the video posted above has additional lyrics not included in the original "Blood On the Tracks" version. Life sometimes imitates art and life is sometimes eerie beyond belief. Who'd a thunk it?
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